The Sun King's Evidence

Now, most of the city of Wolfenburg, the capital of the Oster Territory and the historic city, has been completely destroyed or shrouded in flames. The Chaos army faithfully executed all of Motkin's orders and burned them to the ground. Everything, destroy everything, kill everything.

A total of more than 80,000 Imperials fell forever in the ruins, and the remaining 20,000 people retreated weakly and helplessly towards Bull Castle.

On the burning road, Oleg von Zhukov led a group of Bull Knights and the Oster Black Guard Army to face the Crimson Reapers led by Motkin.

The city is burning, and pieces of imperial troops are being harvested by the Chaos army like wheat. Endless heavily armored Chaos warriors knock down fragile mortals. Hot blood is flowing on the ground with steam. Chaos armies are pressing down from all directions. Facing Oleg's army, the Norscan conqueror found that he was now surrounded on all sides. He was breathing heavily with painful pressure on his lungs, and he walked and fought harder than ever before.

It didn't help, Black Iron Motkin drew out his Hellfire Sword. He swung the sword, and several fully armed black guards were directly blasted into the sky, turning into a rain of blood and countless debris. He chopped down an axe. , two bull knights raised their shields and were cut into two pieces with their shields, armor, and flesh.

In order to protect their baron, the Bull Knights and the Black Guards worked hard to protect Oleg, but without exception they ended up being massacred. Facing Motkin who went into battle in person, no weapon could harm him at all, and his armor Surrounded by the energy of Chaos, it's time to exact his revenge and unleash his boundless rage.

The Black Guards and the Bull Knights are the leaders of the Oster Army. However, facing the Crimson Reaper Legion, these warriors chosen by the Four Gods of Chaos, they can only be killed helplessly. It takes at least six people to barely deal with them. A crimson reaper, even so, mortals cannot fight against these powerful enemies blessed by the true god.

What's more, Motkin has already gone into battle in person, and every blow of the Chaos Eternal Chosen will take away the lives of several or even more than a dozen warriors.

Oleg von Zhukov fought bravely to kill the enemy, but he knew very well that everything would come to an end here. The horns from the south sounded louder and louder, but reinforcements were still several kilometers away. In front of him, the glorious history and civilization of mankind Being completely crushed, the only thing Oleg can do is to fight bravely.

The loyal and brave Bull Knights fell one after another. The Black Guards tried their best to prevent Motkin from approaching but were unable to do anything. The Eternal Chosen quickly approached like a terrifying red and black demon, leaving behind a bloody storm.

Leopold, the Grand Master of the Knights of the Bull, died in battle. His body was cut into several pieces and smashed into a pulp.

Vladimir Ludnarses, the leader of the Oster Black Guard, died in the battle. He was stretched out by Motkin and pinched his head. The Eternal Chosen thrust two thumbs into his nostrils, and then leaned against him. He single-handedly split the champion's skull open and divided him into two complete halves along the spine. This made Motkin make a sound of pleasure. He looked at the red, white, and yellow ones. , various green liquids are sprinkled from the sky.

The deep sadness made Oleg heartbroken. He puffed up his chest like a proud wild wolf, killing enemies with his shield and the sword of Ivan the Terrible in his hand, until the bull knights guarding him fell one after another. Down, until Knight Commander Gordon used his body to block the sword blade that attacked him from the side, until the last subordinate had his head smashed by the Crimson Reaper's war hammer, and slowly fell down until he was alone.

It's all your fault, Oleg, it's all your fault! Self-blame and sadness drove Baron Wolfen almost crazy. He looked at the hundreds of Chaos Chosen who surrounded him and couldn't help laughing. Two lines of turbid tears flowed down his face covered with dust and flesh. .

It's all your fault, Oleg, you don't deserve to be the mentor's disciple, you are not a qualified alpha wolf.

He was ready, ready to end it all here, ready to meet his end, he deserved it, his recklessness and stupidity made the Osters shed their own blood, and now, it was Oleg It's time to pay the price, his life may be worthless, but that's all he has.

However, Motkin did not intend to satisfy even this humble wish. The Eternal Chosen uttered demonic language. The chosen ones immediately obeyed. They made way. Motkin strode forward and reached the In front of Oleg.

The Eternal Chosen wears black and red armor given by the Chaos God. He is nearly 2.8 meters tall. He holds a black iron battle ax with a red blade in one hand, and a Hellfire Sword burning with Hellfire in one hand. , his armor is not brand new, it is covered with mortal blood, and there are scars from his countless epic adventures and battles. His body is covered with skulls, and his long white hair hangs down from both sides of his shoulders. Signing for everyone to leave, he wanted to talk to Oleg alone.

The city is burning, hundreds of houses, shops, temples and union buildings are drowned in the sea of ​​flames. Chaos Warmastiffs are running around, sniffing out possible traces of humans. Mountain winds from the central mountains blow down from the heights. Like the laughter of the Chaos Gods.

"It's all your fault, mortal." Mortkin spoke, his voice like an echo from the realm of chaos. The demon's language was twisted and full of corruption, but mortals could understand its meaning extremely accurately, even if it was In the mortal world, mortals will also cause misunderstandings due to differences in language, accent and slang, but demonic language is not included in this. It can be accurately understood by anyone.

Oleg cursed something in a low voice and raised the sword of Ivan the Terrible, obviously not intending to argue with Motkin.

"It's all your fault!" Motkin repeated contemptuously. The Eternal Chosen was not even eager to take action. He was like an old hunter who saw his prey, satisfied and happy, with a touch of sadness at the same time: "It's all because of you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here. I hate you, Oleg, but I'm also grateful to you."

The Eternal God's Choice moved slowly, and he said softly: "If it weren't for you, I would have lost the feeling of living long ago. You destroyed my hometown, and now I have destroyed yours. It's fair. You gave me a The reason for living is revenge, really, I really appreciate you."

"The only wrong thing I did in my life was that I didn't kill all the Norscans, leaving you as a dead remnant!" Oleg finally spoke, his face full of hatred and hatred. It's hatred that goes deep into the bones.

"Yes, we both hate each other. There is no need for a reason. I know that you must have hated the Norscans since you were a child, and I was also taught from a young age to learn how to steal trophies and heads from the Southerners to decorate myself." Motkin nodded lightly, feeling a deep sadness in the heart of the Eternal God Chosen. This is reincarnation. This kind of hatred can never be solved. It can only be cleaned with blood. Everyone is the plaything of the gods. I once I understand everything and don’t want to be manipulated, but... I am a mortal after all! I cannot remain indifferent to all this.

The Evil God got his wish. Three to four hundred thousand good men died in battle to satisfy the Evil God's greed. And I, Motkin, gave everything just to complete my revenge.

At least now, I can finally stop chasing fate.

"Now, it's very fair. You destroyed my hometown, Oleg, and I destroyed yours." Motkin nodded calmly: "You massacred all my relatives in Dragon Castle, and I also massacred Your people, you took your glory, Conqueror of Norsca, and I took my glory, Destroyer of the South.”

Oleg's face showed a look of grief and remorse. What he couldn't see was that Motkin also showed the same look.

"Let this end now. I'm tired, exhausted, and tired." The Eternal God's Chosen signaled that Oleg could attack: "I'll give you three chances. This is my apology. I'm sorry, Oleg." G-von Zhukov, I don’t want this either. I apologize for all the fellow human beings who died in this war. Human beings died together, whether they were Norscans, Kurgans, Huns, Mongolians, Or the Imperials, Mrs. Kesler, or the dwarves, elves, or Brittanians. I sincerely hope that after their death, they can go to a free and peaceful country without war or hatred."

Oleg finally couldn't bear Motkin's hypocrisy, and Baron Wolfen burst out with a war cry: "For the Empire! For Oster! For Father Wolf and Holy Father!"

The deafening roar was accompanied by the figure rushing towards Motkin. The sword of Ivan the Terrible fell heavily on Motkin's chest, and the sound of thunder resounded throughout the audience.

"Cang!" The inherited sword of the Tsarist family pierced the breastplate, and then bounced away. Huge chaos energy appeared on the armor, and dozens of chaos runes flashed with crazy light, powerful The energy field prevented Ivan the Terrible's sword from advancing even an inch, and Oleg was forced to retreat.

"This is the first blow." Motkin nodded calmly, indicating that Oleg could continue.

Unwilling to believe all this, Oleg turned to charging up a powerful attack this time. He rotated his body, took a stance, used all the strength of his waist and back, and lunged forward, using the Sword of Ivan the Terrible Emperor. This time he slashed down, along the seam of the armor, directly to Motkin's neck. The power of frost on the sword edge became more and more violent. This blow was enough to kill any Chaos Champion!

"Cang! The blade hit Motkin's neck guard, and the chaotic energy field swayed, but the blade was still bounced away.

"This is the second strike."

"Ahhhhh!" This time Oleg released the most savage and violent roar. He threw away his shield. The strong man in the sanctuary, the son of the wild wolf, the Norscan conqueror, held the sword in both hands and raised the blade high. Into the air, slashing down like the mountains of the Central Mountains collapsing, Baron Wolfen completely gave up any defense.

The sword of Ivan the Terrible fell, and the whole weight of his body hit Motkin's shoulder.

"Dang~" A white mark was left on the shoulder armor of the Eternal God's Chosen. Motkin nodded slowly: "Is this your power of revenge? I feel it, Oleg, I recognize you, I recognize it. You serve as my enemy, my nemesis, my rival.”

"Now, it's my turn!" Motkin dual-wielded the black iron battle ax and the hellfire sword.

Oleg quickly retreated and picked up the shield from the ground, and in the next moment, Motkin's attack was already in front of him.

The first blow shattered Oleg's shield, which was strong and blessed by Priest Tal and refined by dwarves. It exploded into pieces and scattered all over the ground.

The second and third blows fell on the sword of Ivan the Terrible, which was blocked. This legendary sword of the Tsarist family burst into several holes. Oleg still resisted, his hands were in a hurry, and his whole body was numb.

The face behind Mortkin's armor couldn't help but show an expression of admiration.

In the fourth blow, the sword of Ivan the Terrible exploded, and the hell ax swept across, cutting Oleg's left leg directly along the thigh. Oleg let out a painful scream and fell heavily to the ground. , the heavy iron boots stepped on Baron Wolfen's chest.

Motkin felt the strong resistance coming from the iron boots and Oleg's strong struggle, and also felt Baron Wolfen's determination to stand up and fight again.

What if you were a Norscan too? Motkin thought in his heart: You deserve endless glory and the highest status, you just chose the wrong path.

The Eternal God's Chosen suddenly recalled the time when he grew up in Dragon Castle and learned various combat skills as a child. Despite the cold, despite the lack of supplies, and despite the competition between you and me, he could still recall the past.

Even if Oleg is killed, he will never be able to return to his hometown of Longbao.

The voice of deep emotion echoed in Motkin's mind, and the Eternal Chosen suddenly stopped his movements. He made a choice that surprised the Chaos Chosen who were cheering around him.

The hellfire sword fell in response, pierced Oleg's eyes, then fell into his skull, and then continued downward, piercing deeply into the stone floor until Motkin felt the smell of earth.

Oleg's body twitched twice, and then became motionless.

"Stories don't always end happily." The Eternal Chosen didn't feel any joy at this time, he could only feel deep relief.

it is finally over.

No torture or toying, just a good blow.

The horn sounded from far to near, and a huge army appeared in the south of Wolfen City. It was the army led by Ryan! They were eager to support Wolfenburg!

However, Mortkin had already ambushed a dozen legions of Chaos Daemons in the south, led by the Great Demon Eternal Dancer of Slaanesh, as well as a large number of monster warbands, led by the two-headed Chaos Chosen Giant Gugo. The reinforcements that arrived after a long and rapid march threw the already exhausted reinforcements into chaos. Groups of monster warbands also effectively blocked the charge of the knights.

There were also deep ditches and artillery emplacements that the Chaos Dwarves spent a day building under Mortkin's orders. Countless knights fell off their horses under their ambush and fire. The reinforcements were so eager that they were hit head-on by this wave and suffered heavy losses. .

Lane had to immediately order the reorganization of the army.

The Eternal Chosen looked at this scene calmly. Do the reinforcements think they can catch up? Do you really think you have nothing prepared?

Comedy needs a reason, tragedy does not.

"In the end, I want the whole world to remember me." Motkin pulled out the Hellfire Sword and roared loudly. His voice echoed throughout Wolfenburg, reaching the Central Mountains, Shadow Forest and All nearby areas cannot stop for a long time.

"The King of the Northland Royal Court, the Dark Iron Marauder, the King of Norsca, the Commander of the Legion of Destruction, the Son of the Blood Red Sky, the unparalleled warrior who defeated the Blood God's Wife, the Eternal Chosen God of Chaos, the Dark Iron Mortkin is here! !!”

"Do you want the glory of defeating me? Do you want to get my head?!"

“Come and get it!!!”

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