The Sun King's Evidence

The Holy Titan is the greatest and most terrifying war machine of the Nicohara dynasties. It is the highest crystallization of wealth, wisdom, engineering and theology of the ancient dynasties.

The Holy Titan is a living statue with a face carved in the likeness of one of the Nicohara gods, the god of death.

The statues radiate an aura of evil magic, and it is said that those who stand in the shadow of the statue can hear the cruel laughter of the ancient gods.

After the Holy Titan was built, it was placed in the stone chamber on the highest level of the tomb where the Tomb Kings were buried. It is believed that these stone statues can serve as soul guides for the dead kings, responsible for leading the eternal spirits of the kings from the mortal world to the spirit world. Therefore, when the Tomb Kings created the holy Titans, they did not try to save any expenses. The bodies of Titans are made of the most expensive gold and gemstones. Gold is not only a precious precious metal, but also an excellent conductor of the winds of magic.

An exquisite giant staff is engraved with the ancient rune hieroglyphs of the Sun God Petra, symbolizing the infinite power of the Sun God Petra and the light of dawn. When the Holy Titan is activated, the Sun God Petra The light of Ra will illuminate the warp and the mortal world, drive out demons and bring order.

The other hand holds a giant scale. The scale is burning with the eternal fire of the underworld. According to legend, the souls of dead kings will be judged by the gods of the underworld on this scale to see if these souls have enough. Worthy enters the realm of the glorified dead, or is banished to the underworld.

On the battlefield, the Holy Titan uses the power of the sun god's light to charge its staff, causing those enveloped by the dazzling light to immediately catch fire. The Holy Titan can also release the energy in the Scales of Omens, and invisible claws will emerge from the scales. Reach out and tear the enemy's soul apart.

Such a powerful war machine will only be put into the battlefield when the Nicohara dynasties face the most difficult battles and the most dangerous situations. The production of each holy titan requires the hard work of thousands of Nicohara slaves for many years. Buried in the chest of each holy titan is the mummy of an ancient priest. These are the high priests of the funerary priesthood. They live, grow old, sick and die like mortals. Their profound knowledge during their lifetime allows them to travel to every corner of the desert dynasties. They devoted their lives to the study of the art of communicating with spirits.

Therefore, just as they assisted the king during their lifetime, their souls will continue to assist their king after their death. It is this magical coordination of spiritual power of the dead priests that allows the Holy Titan to walk in two worlds at the same time, playing a role in connecting mortals. The role of channel between space and the spiritual world.

Therefore, when these invincible war machines strode into the battlefield and blocked the retreat of the high-elite army, almost everyone was shocked. As the Holy Titan entered the battlefield and waved his staff, a group of Lothern sea guards were blown away. Up in the sky, mysterious power drives the movements of the Holy Titan.

"Back off! Back off!" Tyrion ordered the retreat almost as soon as the Holy Titan appeared. The Lothern Sea Guards defended their little queen and the war lord. Their front line quickly retreated like a school of fish swimming in the water. The two rows of sea guards at the front immediately gathered together to form a solid shield array, with dozens of spears aimed at the Holy Titan.

Then, it was shattered by a blow.

"Woooooooooooo~~~" The Holy Titan walked in the gap between the mortal world and the subspace. The terrifying war machine strode forward holding the scales. The cane smashed down and the shields of the Tritons shattered.

"Judgment, come." Laser beams shot out from the eyes of the colossus, and the pure white beams, which were twenty to thirty centimeters thick, swept from left to right.

"Ahhh!" An entire battle line was completely destroyed. The arm of a Lothern sea guard was struck by the light, and his flesh and blood instantly melted into a bubbling residue.

The high elf army was forced to continue to retreat. Just behind the army, the undead army was chasing after them, and Tyrion found that nothing could stop this terrifying and powerful enemy in front of him. The retreat of the Lothern Sea Guards made Yiri on both wings The Skyhawk Legion and the Astaire Sentinels were also forced to retreat. These two armies of Yris were intercepting the undead cavalry that were outflanking them.

Tyrion immediately handed Alishara over to his lieutenant, Belarian, and the War Lord eagerly directed the army to reorganize while calling the names of other high-elf heroes.

On a hillside behind, the Avalon sisters were shooting together under the leadership of the Eternal Queen's chief maid. The Lothern Sea Guards and the legions of Yris fired arrows together, and the rain of arrows they fired covered the sky. , but most of the arrows falling on the Holy Titan were bounced away without a doubt, even the magic arrows of the Avalon sisters.

Not enough, this kind of harm is far from enough!

The Holy Titans continue to advance, their steps sounding like the knell of doom!

And just when the high elves were stopped by the Holy Titan, two new undead armies joined the battlefield!

The Nagashiza Guards held high the banner of the Lord of the Undead, and super-heavy undead warriors with giant swords and heavy shields appeared!

"For the Lord of the Undead, for Nagash, for Nagashzar!" The dark, heavily-armed Tomb Guards gave up fighting the dwarves, and even gave up competing with the Eternal Guards under the command of High King Thorgrim. The negative opportunity comes just to intercept the high-spirited!

This army named after Nagashzar is Nagashzar's most powerful infantry regiment. As their name suggests, these black-armored skeleton warriors are the ace iron army in Arkhan's hands, and are also considered to be powerful enough to compete with The Old Guard under Ryan's command is the strongest army to compete with. Now, Arkhan plans to let this army prove that they are far more powerful than the high elves!

Then came the elites under Manfred, the Helmut Guards and the Duncanhoff Guards. These two armies were the strongest infantry regiments under Manfred. These two armies served Manfred. For hundreds of years, they were uniformly dressed in the red and black Von Carstein family armor, wielding cursed weapons with undead runes. Under the dark sky of Nagashzar, the two An elite army of Grave Guards march tirelessly forward, ready to fulfill their mission and serve their master Manfred loyally.

The Death Screaming Flag stood in the sky, and the terrible black magic caused the flag to continuously emit shrill screams, seriously disrupting the drumbeats and slogans of the high elves, causing their souls to tremble and wail uncontrollably.

The Lothern Sea Guards were soon on the verge of collapse. Their weapons had no effect on the Holy Titans and Tomb Guards. The morale of the High Elves seriously declined after their array was defeated. If it weren't for the War Lord Ty Rhion was still desperately gathering his troops, but the Triton Guards had already fled. Tyrion noticed that the high-elf noble who commanded the Triton Guards had fallen on the plains of Nagashzar, and his face was covered with hot blood. , died after being pierced through his helmet with a heavy sword.

The chief of the Mist Sentinel of Iris and the beloved general of Eltharion, Alarica Frostheart lay quietly in the arms of his comrades. Next to him, an entire Sky Eagle Legion was being swallowed up by the Tomb Guards.

Tyrion charged left and right in vain, but the war lord could not stop his army from declining. He had been injured in the duel with Gul before, and had used up too much strength. At this time, he faced a large group of Tomb Guards and Tyrion was already overwhelmed by the siege of the Holy Titans. Several of the white lion guards sent by Fenuba to protect him had fallen one after another. Only two people were still with him, and they were both injured.

At this moment, a chain of lightning descended on the battlefield. The lightning arc swept across and jumped wildly among the tomb guards. The sound of explosions was endless, and deep sounds rumbled in the air. The Nagashza Guards were forced back by magic.

The Holy Titan finally suffered some damage visible to the naked eye. One stopped temporarily, and the other was knocked back by lightning and took a step back. However, the Tomb Technician immediately appeared to repair it. Everyone knew that in just a few minutes, the Holy Titan would Restart.

"Brother!" An arcane phoenix descended from the sky. Tyrion immediately realized that it was Teclis who had brought people. The war lord was overjoyed. He swung his sword to push back the three nearby barren guards, and then split open one. The armor of the tomb guard yelled: "If this continues, we will be in trouble. You must know how to deal with those tomb colossi, right?"

"...The Colossus can only be matched by dragons and heavy artillery. If you give me enough casting time, I will have a chance." Teclis said to Tyrion: "The dwarf's heavy artillery."

"Why haven't the dwarves come to support us?" Tyrion was extremely angry. He saw that the Sword Saints of Hoth who were cutting off the rear had lost more than seventy people. The rest were just struggling to hold on. The second archmage Bei Lannar is having a spell duel with the Lich King Arkhan. Belannar's spell strength is second only to Teclis in Ulthuan, but he cannot be Arkhan's opponent...

"It's been two hours, brother," Teclis said calmly.

"I don't care if it's two hours, I! No! No matter!" Tyrion roared, the Holy Titans were getting closer and closer. Every time they swung, several high elves fell to death. Princess Adira was injured, she The armor on his body was chopped into pieces, and the wings on his helmet were chopped off by the Tomb Guards. Several Tyranrok chariots were still flying, and one of them was crushed by the Holy Titan.

Teclis could only nod silently, and the signal was immediately sent.

All the high elves looked at the dwarf army formation with expectant eyes.

At this time, since Arkhan and Manfred have transferred all their elites here to stop the high elves, the pressure on the dwarves has been greatly reduced. The only ones left entangled with the Eternal Peak army are some miscellaneous fish, such as zombies, skeleton warriors and Ah The skeleton warriors of Kehan ​​and the dwarf warriors of Eternal Peak are naturally much more relaxed. These miscellaneous fish cannot even break their armor.

More than two hours had passed at this time, and the time agreed between the dwarves and the high elves had arrived. After seeing Teclis' signal, the throne of the High King did not move immediately.

come! come! We need support! The high spirits were already in a bitter battle at this time, and there were undead in all directions.

For a whole minute, the dwarf didn't seem to react at all, nor did he see Teclis' signal. He was just cleaning up the enemies that were still entangled in him.

Come here quickly! Almost all the high-level legendary heroes begged in their hearts. At the same time, they had to be half distracted from dealing with the enemies in front of them.

The High King's throne of power remains immovable.

Tyrion's commanding voice was hoarse, and it echoed with the screams of the Death Screaming Banner. Tyrion single-handedly stopped the entire Duncanhoff Guard Group, and thirty Tomb Guards formed under his sword. There were bone residues, and the War Lord also had three wounds on his body.

Eltharion and his mount Stormwing have gradually fallen behind and been suppressed by Manfred, but the soldiers of Yris are brave and tenacious. The Astari sentry defended the flag to the death and blocked Arkhan with his body. of chariot troops.

Finally, the dwarves finally responded. High King Thorgreen issued an order, the majestic dwarf horn was blown, and the dwarf army began to move slowly towards the high elves who were fighting hard.

"Damn dwarf, you finally came in handy!" Tyrion mounted his horse again. The war lord raised his sun sword and shouted at Teclis: "Send a retreat signal! Let's break through to the dwarfs and let the dwarves Go and hold back these undead, everything is for Alishara!"

"Brother?" Tigris was stunned for a moment.

"Do as I say!" Tyrion said sternly, and then the War Lord turned around and rushed into the Tomb Guards.

The remaining Silver Helm Knights and Airion Marauder Cavalry immediately followed Tyrion and charged together. They formed a cavalry formation and launched a suicidal charge with Tyrion himself as an arrow, directly charging into Arkhan's Naga. The Shiza Guards and Manfred's Helmut Guards and Duncanhof Guard Corps.

This was an extremely tragic charge. In just the moment of charging, hundreds of high elf cavalry were killed. The dead high elves fell in a foreign country far away from their homeland. Their bodies could only be left behind under the curse of the undead and In the corrupted land, their helmets and armor serve as their tombstones, proving that they fought for the future of Ulthuan.

"Great Spell, Sealing Sword of Light!" Teclis chanted magic, and three giant lightsabers tens of meters long illuminated the battlefield, piercing into the land around the Holy Titan. The light network surged, and the three sacred The Titans were all controlled and unable to move.

Controlling three giant war machines in one breath caused Teclis to immediately use up his magic power. The Supreme Mage half-knelt on the ground and was pulled up by Princess Adira and carried into the chariot.

Berannar vomited blood and was repelled by Arkhan. Another White Tower Archmage chose to sacrifice himself. He breathed fire all over his body and turned himself into several hundred-meter-long sickle-shaped flames that exploded among the undead. Arkhan had to retreat to avoid the Archmage's self-destruction.

The chief maid, Esdrana, immediately ordered the Sword Master of Hoth to retreat first. The Avalon sisters used rounds of high-speed volleys to fend off the pursuers as they moved.

Tyrion is worthy of being the guardian of Ulthuan and a high-elf hero. He almost single-handedly fought his way out of the battlefield. The high-elf army relied on Tyrion's extraordinary bravery to forcefully rush out of the battlefield. The Sword of Hoth Saint and the sisters of Avalon break up.

In the end, less than 800 of the 2,000 high-elf troops brought by Tyrion successfully withdrew. The Lothern Sea Guards, Silver Helmet Knights, Elion Marauders, and Tyran Locke Chariots were almost all destroyed, and the Sky Eagle The Legion and the Astaire Sentinel both lost more than half, and only the Sisters of Avalon and the Sword Master of Hoth lost a third.

After fighting a bloody path, Tyrion fought back again, and the war lord personally cut off the rear. It seemed that the undead were afraid of Tyrion's terrifying martial arts and the sun sword in his hand, and did not pursue him. That's it. Watch them withdraw from the battlefield, then regroup under Arkhan's orders to defend Nagashzar.

Moments before joining the dwarf army, all the high elf heroes and soldiers breathed a sigh of relief.

Great, Alisala is rescued!

However, at the moment when everyone relaxed their vigilance, a sudden change occurred! Above the black sky, the injured Eltharion and his mount Stormwing were being forced to the ground, and Manfred's zombie dragon fell from the sky.

The zombie dragon aimed at Bellarine who was holding Alishara, and came up with a mouthful of hot dragon breath mixed with ashes. Then the dragon swooped down and smashed the high-elite army formation with its rotten belly. Larian was also thrown to the ground, and the adjutant quickly reached out and tried to hug the little eternal queen Alishara in his arms.

The sword of blasphemy pierced his shoulder, blood surged wildly, and a pale arm snatched Alishara away.

"Oh, little queen, you belong to me again." Manfred laughed wildly. He waved the blasphemy blade and chopped down the two white lion guards who rushed up to the ground. The zombie dragon rolled around in the high-elite army formation and immediately stood up. She spread her wings and took off, preparing to help Manfred escape: "She is so cute. If there is no other use, maybe she can be my countess~"

"Don't use your dirty hands, touch! Ai! Li! Sa! Pull!" Tyrion shouted hoarsely, his eyes were blood red. The war lord rushed towards Manfred at an extremely fast speed, and the sun sword in his hand burst into the sky. The flames came directly from Manfred.

"What an attack full of flaws." Manfred sneered and activated Count Vampire's spell.

"Curse of time!"

The purple-black magic light directly hit Tyrion, who was eager to save his daughter. The war lord was accurately hit by Manfred's magic and flew dozens of meters upside down on the spot. If it weren't for the artifact gifted to Tyrion by the Eternal Queen Alarielle The Heart of Avalon is activated, and the light of life stored in it protects Tyrion. This move in the War Lord will cause serious injuries even if it does not kill him.

Other high elves were not so lucky. A dozen high elves were hit by spells on the spot, aged rapidly, and then turned into smoke.

No one could stop Manfred from leaving. The last vampire count took off as the zombie dragon took off again. Manfred floated away holding the unconscious Alisara with an expression of ecstasy on his face. He was so happy. Seeing the expressions of resentment, unwillingness, loneliness and madness on the faces of the high elves, Manfred wanted to dance with joy.

So happy, I feel like my life has reached its peak!

Everyone was stunned.

Tyrion and the others watched helplessly as Alishara gained and lost. Manfred returned to Nagashzar with the little queen in his arms. What stood in front of the high-elf army were three holy titans that had been reactivated. and dozens of undead legions waiting in full formation.

"hateful!"

"hateful!"

"Damn it ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!"

The roar of the War Lord echoed across the mountains.

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