Proof of the Sun King

The never-ending storm is raging on the corrupted land. If the Kurgan prairie once had a beautiful history, it is also in the past tense. Now, all that is left for everyone to see is that it has become corrupted in chaos. The barren land, the grasslands are still grasslands, but the grasslands have already become full of beacon fires, and all the tribes of chaotic beliefs are frantically attacking and killing each other.

Now, just before a Chaos Runestone, the Norsca, the Mongols and the Kurgans are preparing to fight here, attracting the eyes of the dark gods, because at this time, the evil moon Mothribu is hanging high in the sky. Skyrim, the power of Chaos is ushering in a new frenzy.

At this time, it is the best time to win the attention of True God!

The traveler listened to the story of the kurgan rider, and he let out a sharp laugh, his whole body was shaking when he laughed, and the laughter seemed to be full of some kind of emotion: "I know, I know where it is. , that's Kadazar, the place where a demon prince ascended to a demon."

Chaos Runestone Tablet, after the demon prince ascends to the devil, he will leave such a rune stone tablet in place, which records its great and legendary story.

But the traveler doesn't seem to care about this reward: "A group of foolish people who have been deceived by power, once they ascend to demons, they will lose themselves forever, and their lives and souls have become playthings in the hands of the gods, and this group of Stupid people think they gain a lot, but they have more to lose."

"Humm~ hum hum~" The traveler's tone was indifferent, as if he was dismissive of the highest-level reward for ascending the devil.

This angered the kurgan knight, and the camps of both sides immediately changed from being wary of each other to enemies. The kurgan knight drew his long sword, his overly strong and swollen body was not very fast , but with great power, he yelled at the traveler: "You don't understand anything! Stupid! This is blasphemy! You don't understand the mercy and love of the true God for us, go to hell! For the love of a loving father!"

"For the love of a loving father!" Thousands of kurgan riders immediately entered a state of battle, with nothing but enthusiasm and bloodthirsty on their faces, and their battle axes and long swords in their hands slashed at those without hesitation. Followers of travelers.

"...Sure enough, it's still the easiest way." The traveler held the long sword around his waist: "The death of the kings!"

The longsword, burning with the flames of chaos, was unsheathed, stained with the blood of more than twenty human kings.

After five minutes.

The bodies of nearly a thousand Kurgan riders are scattered all over the prairie, and those shattered Kurgans still have deep fear on their faces. If their whole life is to pursue the attention and blessings of the evil **** of chaos, then they will It has been obtained, because this wonderful battle has already attracted the hurried glance of the evil god, and in the strong wind on the Kurgan grassland, the evil **** is full of satisfied laughter.

They got what they wanted, and the price was life.

Just now, the kurgan rider who uttered wild words to the traveler knelt in front of the traveler. The scorching chaos fire on the blade of the sword of kings was burning his body and soul. The terrifying magic sword was suppressed, and extreme fear and suffocation filled his heart, and his words became intermittent: "I...you...no, don't kill me! No!"

"Submit, or die." The traveler's words were also intermittent, or in other words, his attention was not focused on the person in front of him at all.

He felt that the never-ending storm, the world of energy, the kingdom of chaos, which people respectfully called, began to greedily deform and expand. Under its influence, the entire northern land trembled and moved in a whimper, like a nightmare. The entangled sleepers tossed and whimpered in their sleep, the graves left by the war spit out the restless dead from the mud, and all the female creatures and the fetuses of human women received the filthy and rich from chaos. Blessings, all people understand that all this indicates that a huge mutation is about to happen.

The evil **** is calling, the stage for the performance has been set up, and a grand performance is about to start.

"No, you can't kill me! You dare not kill me!" The kurgan rider was still struggling, he seemed to have some kind of support, he tore off his clothes and roared loudly: "Look what this is ?! This is a testament to my Father's love for me, the great and sovereign Lord of the Plague! Nurgle! He..."

The clothes were torn open, and the Kurgan had a "pin" on his chest, a mark of three circles, no doubt this was Nurgle's blessing.

Before he finished speaking, Zhishang of the Kings rushed forward, and Dahao's head fell on the spot.

Just as this Kurgan rider leader spit out the name of the evil god, the traveler immediately turned his attention to the person in front of him. Extreme hatred and viciousness flashed in his red eyes. With a light delivery, Shang ended the life of the person in front of him.

The strength of this Kurgan rider is not bad. If he didn't want to use the blessing of the evil **** to pray for his life, the traveler might really spare his life.

However, the stupidity of the person in front of him made the traveler lose interest.

"Idiot Kurgans." The traveler put the death of the kings back into the scabbard, and he sneered: "Love?"

Cthulhu never favors any mortal.

This is the truth that the traveler has realized after spending a hundred years. The four gods of Chaos will never pity any mortals, and the mortal world is just an interesting toy in their eyes.

The traveler hated the Chaos Gods, just as he hated all the mortal gods, he hated everything, and since he was determined to accept a cruel fate, he felt disgusted with the whole world. Disgust, also for mortal gods, and also for chaos gods.

However, the evil **** never cares, it doesn't matter whether the traveler loves them, worships them or hates them. As long as the traveler shows his worth, the evil **** will still look at him with interest and look forward to his next action.

Hate is a force far deeper than love.

This is Chaos!

When the traveler arrived near Kadasa, a war had already begun.

Kadazar, the cursed and majestic plateau has opened her gates to all the warriors of Chaos who dare to climb her razor-sharp walls, waiting for them to enter the ancient ruins at the top of her - Zambezin, which A city older than humanity itself, the Colosseum of the Chaos Gods, where the evil gods are looking forward to their favorite entertainment, their mortal followers before this ancient arena, Fight each other for their favor.

The traveler and his entourage did not choose to join the battle, because it is unknown how many times this kind of battle has been fought in more than a hundred years, he just stood in the distance, with his bright red eyes that were burning with the fire of chaos. Staring coldly at the battlefield.

Right now, right in front of his eyes, there are three Chaos armies fighting in the ruins. While they are fighting, they are all trying to get close to the Chaos Runestone, like a group of children clamoring for candy, crowding in front of adults to express themselves, Shouting: "Give it to me! Give it to me!"

Hakkar, the champion warrior of Khorne from the Norsca Aslin tribe, led an entire battalion of Brass Khorne warriors in the charge, and behind them were hordes of barbarian predators, and groups of Chaos Hounds. And a whole dozen Chaos Eggs, they shouted the name of the blood **** Khorne.

From the east are the Sargasth-Void, a horde of Slaanesh cavalry of the Kurgan tribe, these lustful knights ride richly decorated warhorses, their slender stature and flamboyant attire even in the midst of a fel moon. It is also enough to blind the eyes. Slaanesh champion Sargasth has been favored by Slaanesh for a long time. His soul has been empty for a long time, and any normal actions in the mortal world can no longer make his empty soul have. It feels like he's here now to satisfy his never-ending evil desire.

The Conspiracy Witch-Soul Destroyer comes from the Urak tribe in the south, and behind her are hordes of Tzeentch demon wizards and Tzeentch cultists, although they are the smallest in number, they don't belong in the slightest with the help of Chaos magic. other barbarian army.

Now, a fierce battle begins in the ruins of the city, where the three Chaos tribes are at war, spells and swords, **** mouths full of teeth and claws burning with flames, life is harvested in an instant, spewing out The endless blood of the gods reflects the smiles of the gods. The three-way melee makes the battle sway from side to side. Whenever one side approaches the Chaos Runestone, the other two sides will attack together, and the balance of victory is constantly swaying.

In this way, hour after hour, the battle was very intense, with the Brass Chosen Warriors of Khorne, the Rage Knights of Slaanesh, and the demon wizards of Tzeentch fighting endlessly.

No one noticed that a new army was emerging on the horizon.

The stench of yellow-green gradually overwhelmed the land they passed, and a nightmarish army appeared, like a muddy mudslide, tattered, like lumps of pustules of Nurgle's chosen warriors, those Festering hungry trolls, those humanoids that could no longer be seen as originally human, they were like slender slides on the ground, flowing with rotten soup.

Just before the entire army of Nurgle, their leader appeared in the eyes of the traveler.

It was a corpse that had been completely dead, but still miraculously maintained its fresh vitality. He was riding on a giant toad dragon that was also rotten all over. This giant beast was several meters long, and it was on its body. , the champion of Nurgle, the **** of plague, the corpse of the living, the king of maggots, and the orthodox heir of the Kurgan Emperor, the Tamuk Khan, is located here.

The traveler's eyes were fixed on the bloated and rotten body of Tamu Khan. He could see that the mark from the divine revelation on his body made him stand out among the four chiefs, which was the result of his master. The radiant glory bestowed upon him, the plague storm of Nurgle was looming over his body, and the supreme blessing bestowed upon him by the Father of Plague, the God of Disease, was clearly visible.

He is Nurgle's Chosen Champion!

The Chaos tribes who were fighting in the ruins of the city were immediately attacked by Tamu Khan and his army. The small Chaos Chapter and the Chaos Warband were wiped out one by one, and the three Chaos tribes soon discovered that the balance of the battle began to shift.

The first ones who couldn't hold on were the Tzeentch demon wizards. The conspiracy witch from the Urak tribe soon found out that something was wrong. She screamed and led the Tzeentch demon wizards to quickly flee the battlefield, leaving behind those traitors. Within minutes of the Tzeentch cultists breaking, the last Tzeentch cultist melted into Nurgle's pus.

"For the love of a loving father!" Tamu Khan spat out lumps of rotten flesh from his bloated and festering mouth, and raised the battle axe in his hand: "Go forward!"

"For a loving father!"

"Praise Nurgle!"

The yellow-green turbidity is rolling toward the battlefield. Now, those weak and cowardly can only flee the battlefield. Their embarrassed and cowardly appearance makes the evil gods can't help but laugh. .

For now, what stands in the way of Tamukhan are Slaanesh Champion Sargas the Void and his Rage Knights, as well as Khorne Champion Hakkar and his Khorne Brass Chosen Warriors.

It rained heavily in the sky, lightning flashed and thundered, and the plague army of Tamu Khan officially fought with the Brass Warriors of Khorne and the mad knights of Slaanesh. In the torrential rain, Tamu Khan took the lead, Ride a toad dragon into battle.

"It's almost time to win." The traveler and his followers remained silent. He just watched the war quietly, waiting for the result.

…………I am the dividing line of the onlookers…………

Meanwhile, Old World, Brittany, Chalon Forest.

Of course, Ryan had no idea what was happening on the Kurgan prairie tens of thousands of miles away.

After arranging the personnel and all the garrisoned troops, Ryan led the remaining 3,000 people to retreat from Musilon, preparing to rush back to his territory.

At this time, the time has come to the end of July, Sulia has been pregnant for almost eight months, and he must rush back at this time.

Fortunately, judging from the letters, Suria understands Ryan's career very well, and the fairy in the lake and Ryan's personal maid, the dark elf Olika, always accompanies the female knight, especially the fairy in the lake. Her company makes the female knight. The spirit has always been stable.

But even so, Surya still somewhat complained about Ryan~www.wuxiamtl.com~ I hope he can come back from Musilon as soon as possible.

Ryan naturally raised his hands and surrendered to this situation. There was no reason to tell a pregnant woman. He immediately wrote a letter saying that he would rush back immediately. For this reason, Ryan even left behind the army of knighthood that was slowly retreating and gradually disbanding. With François, Gerald, and a few Holy Grail Knights of the Quinalis Champion Knights Brotherhood, they were desperately trying to get home early.

In the forest, the Holy Grail Knights hurriedly approached the stronghold built by Angron here - the cabin in the woods.

The knights will rest here for a while.

After Ryan got off his horse, he found that Angron was feeding his hippogryph "Nukelia". Although he was a little anxious, Ryan held himself back, went up and said with a smile, "Brother, I'm giving it to him. What to eat?"

"Yeah, Nukelia has worked really hard this way." Angron stuffed a large piece of roast pork into the hippogryph's mouth. The hippogryph was clearly enjoying it, it spread its wings and gulps. eating food.

"All the way?" Ryan said strangely, "Brother, are you going out?"

"This war, you played very well, brother." Angron didn't answer Ryan's question directly, he grinned: "When I was thirty-four years old, I didn't have your strength. I'm still in the arena fighting a bunch of guys who don't know why they're fighting to death."

"You heard about me?" Ryan asked casually.

Angron shook his head.

"...You followed me?" Ryan quickly realized something.

Angron still shook his head. He didn't say anything about the question. On the contrary, the World Eater Primarch took out a letter and gave it to Ryan.

"That sissy Fuggan and his Ash Legion are coming to the Old World to recruit a large number of new recruits."

"They will arrive in a few days."