The Sun King's Evidence

PS: I’m late, sorry, something happened today that caused the update to be slow.

Emperor Karl-Franz's expression was very ugly as he watched Vikma walk out.

Marshal Rick Helberg thought twice. As a simple soldier, Helberg knew that he was not suitable for participating in politics. Therefore, most of the time Helberg did not speak unless it involved the military.

But now he had the need to speak: "My Majesty?"

"What's wrong Heilberg, what do you want to say to me at this dark moment?" The emperor quickly recovered his humor, but there was also a lingering gloom on his face.

"We have no ability to stop him, I mean...I'm not talking about Manfred, I mean His Majesty Vicmar, my Majesty." Helberg sighed: "We have never had a way to stop him. , never.”

"No, I have." Karl Franz shook his head. He emphasized seriously, and then said lightly: "But this means breaking the tacit understanding. I have been the emperor for more than 20 years, Helber Ge, I know what I should do and what I shouldn't do. I can't make Lake God Witch Morgiana obey her like Ryan does, but I have never been someone else's puppet."

"...Your Majesty has never been so. The sword of the Reik Guard will always be loyal to Your Majesty." Heilberg saluted.

As if sensing Helberg's sincerity, the fifty-year-old emperor smiled and continued: "Kote, as an imperial emperor, I ask you a question. You can answer it in the most strict and direct manner. Me, but I must tell the truth.”

"Excuse me, Your Majesty."

"Suppose we fight on two fronts and prepare to fight the Chaos army in the north and Sylvania in the east at the same time. Are we sure of victory? Suppose Vicmar gathers all the troops he can and goes directly to Sylvania, how sure can he be of victory?" the emperor asked casually.

"Your Majesty, we are already fighting on multiple fronts." Heilberg shook his head: "According to the report of the Northern Legion of Britannia, the Chaos offensive stopped in Prague, but it will stay at most until winter passes. It is impossible. Staying for a long time, and the Brass Fortress in Nord is about to move, and there are countless barbarian longship fleets in the north. Your Majesty, we are already fighting on two fronts. The weak Ost leader and Ost The Marks cannot stop the troops of Chaos."

"As for how sure the Archbishop is of victory, I don't have an answer to that. We don't even know who the opponent is or how many troops there are." Heilberg continued: "But the chance of victory will never be high, especially without your support. support me."

"There is still some time. We must thank the Brittanians. They bought us a lot of time. The chaotic troops were contained in Kislev." After hearing these words, the emperor made up his mind: "Come here! "

"Your Majesty!" A Rick guard strode over.

"Call Gentle and Von Corden over here!"

"yes!"

Soon, the two men were brought to the emperor.

Hans Gentry, the hero and leader among Rick's Guards, the best captain outside the Inner Ring Knights, and the leader of the legendary unit (only eight members of Gentry's Rick's Guard Squadron) The leader, he himself is a strong man at the peak of legend. Many people think that Gentry will become the next Marshal Rick after Helberg.

Alberich von Corden, legendary witcher, expert on vampires, former member of the Tribunal of Brunswick, current witcher master of the undead and guardian of the Dark Vale, in recent years, von -Corden has killed three vampires in Sylvania as proof of his glory and power.

"The holy war in Sylvania is about to begin, and we cannot stay out of it." The emperor said to the two heroes of the empire: "Be prepared. You and your people will participate in the great holy war together until the undead are removed from Xi. Drive away Ervania until the lands there belong to the Empire again.”

"clear."

"As commanded."

Captain Rick and the Demon Hunter Mentor nodded and obeyed.

Then, we have a team of Reik Guards and a team of demon hunters, the emperor thought to himself.

Not enough, these people were not enough. Karl Franz soon had the answer. He asked his attendant: "Where is my chief royal wizard?"

"Your Excellency Gelt should be in Fajdorf, the capital of Sol Territory."

"Very good. There are two letters here. One should be handed over immediately to Ivan, the Duke of Griffin. The Half-Gryphon Knight is particularly important in this Holy War. The other one should be given to Gelt. This war must not be omitted. The figure of magic.”

"yes!"

The Rick guard did not dare to neglect, and immediately took the letter. One letter was arranged to be delivered quickly to Duke Ivan of the Griffin, who was already close to Ostermark. The other letter was sent to the Magic Academy. From the Magic Academy Teleport directly to Solland.

The capital of Solland, Feidol.

The chief wizard, great alchemist, and great sage of the imperial royal family, the current seat of power of Belshazer-Gelt.

Normally, a wizard can rarely get a fief, and at most he can get a manor and a wizard tower. Someone like Gaelt can get the governance of an entire province from Emperor Karl-Franz. This is Very rare situation.

However, Galt has shown far more powerful military and internal affairs talents than ordinary wizards. This great alchemist can be said to be a model of managing the army and the people, and he will not fall behind in magic research. He has advanced magic. The realm has also been advancing rapidly, and now he is a super strong man approaching the peak of the holy realm, one of the emperor's trump cards.

The streets of Feidol are not peaceful at all. Despite the use of Gelt's talisman water to treat illnesses, more and more people are sick. Under strict military control, the number of residents on the streets is very small, except for Except for those who are required to work, buy various daily necessities, and go out for business, most residents stay at home.

"Ahhh!" Just on the street, a shrill scream sounded, attracting everyone's attention.

A middle-aged man in his thirties or forties threw his cart on the ground. He covered his head frantically: "He is coming! He is coming! He is coming again. I saw it, and we will all die." , we will all perish! Everything will be destroyed!"

"Ahhhhhh!!!" the middle-aged man's howling became more and more crazier, and everyone around him was stunned by his actions. He pulled out a dagger from his hand and rushed towards the nearest pedestrian. Go: "For the Dark God!"

"He's crazy, catch him!" The soldiers held the guy down under the captain's order. The captain was about to ask him what he saw when the scene in front of him changed.

The patrolling soldiers immediately caught the middle-aged man. The patrol leader asked someone to hold him down, but the middle-aged man became more and more crazy. Horns began to grow on his head, and his arms were gradually covered with fur.

He's turning into a beastman!

"Kill it!" Under the captain's order, two halberds and a long sword instantly pierced the beast man's body. The middle-aged man struggled crazily until the blood flow stopped. Before he died, , it raised its head and looked at the sky.

Its gaze is terrifying.

What a crazy look it was, twisted, resentful, crazy, tortured and painful, even a relief from death.

When the patrol soldiers saw this scene, they all felt confused. They quickly took out the holy objects obtained from the church or the great alchemist, prayed, or wiped their foreheads with holy water. After feeling better, they hurriedly took out the half-human and half-headed man. The beasts were loaded into carts and transported to be burned.

Any cultists, mutants, beasts, and corruption must be purged with fire.

The metal wizards from the Alchemy Academy on the street all have a hard-cover book of "Holy Words 3.0" hung around their waists. They are using holy water and holy words to appease the residents and treat their illnesses.

The streets of Feidol fell silent again.

The evil moon Mosribu is shining, and the green light shines on the earth.

"This is the eighth person who has gone crazy on the street in the past few days." Soon, someone reported to the great alchemist Galt.

The Grand Master of the Knights of the Flame, Pfitzmann, bowed to Galt. The Grand Master of the Knights of the Flame did not have to be so respectful to the Great Alchemist. They were equal to the same level, but Galt's ability - whether it was Pfitzmann's ability in every sense conquered him, and he volunteered to become half of Geert's subordinates and obey orders.

"We must think of something, my great alchemist. Not to mention the city, people are going crazy in the countryside below all day long. Doomsday theorists, cultists, and some people have seen Nurgle's carnival convoy approaching the Winter Fang Pass. The show went on tour, and all the farmers who saw it developed lupus and lichen leprosy.”

"The empire is beginning to rot, my great alchemist, you must find a way."

When Pfitzmann saw that Geert did not answer, he asked: "The reason why Solland is not in chaos now is because everyone has confidence in you. We all have confidence in you."

"Only rely on the emperor, and the people can rely on him for protection." Geert said lightly: "It is better to lose the body and skin than to lose the character of the heart."

"The emperor probably no longer has the energy to manage us." The grand leader of the Knights of the Sun thought that Geert was talking about Emperor Karl-Franz. Pfitzmann recognized Kaiser's ability very much, but he still He expressed his opinion: "Can you please invite Baron Frederic of Noor to come to Fajdorf? It is strange to say that there seems to be no plague in the Kingdom of Knights on the other side of the mountain. Has the Sun King found a special medicine?"

Galt shook his head: "I will do my best, but we have a bigger problem now."

The great alchemist handed the emperor's letter to Pfitzman. The Grand Leader of the Sun Knights looked at it for a few times and was very surprised: "Sylvania Holy War, now?"

"Archbishop Wickmar insists on doing this." Geert nodded. His face hidden under the golden mask would not show any expression, but he couldn't help but worry in his voice: "The emperor can't stop him, and neither can we." impossible."

"Pfitzman, can you send a team of Sun Knights to assist our Archbishop?"

"If necessary, mentor Lupio Lieyan and one of his squadron knights can do the job." Pfitzman nodded.

"Okay, let Sir Lupio Flame and his squadron get ready immediately." Galt nodded, and he looked at the row of holy water on the table: "I have just prepared thirty bottles of holy water. Let’s make arrangements.”

Pfitzmann went down.

Galt stood motionless.

"Neither steel nor gunpowder can save the empire, but faith can." A bald saint covered in golden light rain, surrounded by the holy words of the God Emperor, and every move was a sacred mark, and a compassionate bald saint appeared in the room. Inside, his whole body was imprinted with sacred scriptures, and his tattered ascetic robe made him look so spiritual: "Saint of the state religion, my friend, maybe you need my guidance."

"I learned from him that the passage to this world has been sealed by the God of Darkness. How did you get here?" Galt asked the visitor. The great alchemist's expression was very respectful, but not flattering. .

"This is just a projection of me. I'm not me, I'm still me." The phantom of the Word Bearer's original body, Luojia, showed a very enthusiastic smile. He clasped his hands together, and the night sky in Faydolf was instantly enveloped in a golden glow. , dozens of salvation angels appeared from the night sky. They came to the poor and sick people, healed diseases, healed wounds, and brought people hope and salvation.

This is a miracle! The human residents of Feidol cheered loudly, and the city's morale was instantly restored.

"My Lord Primarch, did you spend so much power just to show your holiness? Then I have to say that you are really generous. On behalf of Faydol and my fellow humans in Solland, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to you." Galt said this, but there was no emotion in his voice.

Seemingly hearing the sarcasm in Galt's words, Luo Jia couldn't help but feel a little angry. He thought he would be admired and praised, but thinking that the person in front of him was a famous person in front of his father, Luo Jia decided not to argue with him: " I’m here this time to deliver something.”

"Send something?" Galt was a little confused: "I have received enough."

"Sylvania, the cursed land." Luojia was as elegant and kind as a priest. He said with compassion: "Humanity has made enough sacrifices, isn't it?"

"What do you want to say?" Galt was thinking, and he realized that Luo Jia might have something to say.

"Sometimes we need plan B." Luo Jia's shadow nodded: "I'm talking to you from a distance, so I can't say too much, but I have prepared things. You are a genius, Galt, otherwise my father will also I will not choose you. I appreciate your attainments in magic and your loyalty to humans, and I am willing to share my knowledge with you."

A thick roll of parchment was left on the table, covered with sacred scriptures, written in High Gothic. Even before touching it, Gelt could already feel the powerful power and the emperor's holy scriptures inside. The sound of chanting.

"The great guardian is about to disintegrate, and the maelstrom has also fallen apart." Luo Jia nodded: "The magic is becoming complete and returning to what it was before. I hope my gift can inspire you."

"What should I do?" Before Galt could ask, Luo Jia's body had disappeared into the golden light and shadow.

"Embrace faith, my friend."

The scroll unfolded from the hands of the great alchemist, and the golden robe made bursts of metallic sounds. Galt began to study the words on the scroll.

"Detailed Explanation of the Great Spell - Lorgar the Word Bearer - Aurelion's Wall of Faith"