The Sun King's Evidence

In the battlefield of flesh and blood, Kalad was thinking about everything about himself.

He was leading a powerful commando team, taking advantage of the Chaos army's natural fear of Ryan and its unexpected offensive. The blade storm surrounding him cut the limbs of the beastmen, and the soldiers following him did the same. He also acted like a maniac, shouting inspiring slogans and killing people indiscriminately.

The five members of Helmgart's plague team were following Kalad. Although these five people were fighting on foot, they gave the impression that the five of them were simply an undefeated magic weapon.

The beastmen were defeated in a group, the timid inferior horned beasts fled desperately, and the horned beasts and the large horned beasts were in panic.

The leader of the beastmen, the dark prophet Marago, never imagined that Kalad would actually dare to lead 1,000 men to attack their army of tens of thousands in the early morning. This man is known as the Oracle of the Four Gods of Chaos and the doomsday judgment of mankind. , who is also the incarnation of the nightmare that spans the entire ancient forest, was originally supposed to be the nemesis of mankind, especially enemies who are good at dealing with the power of faith.

Malagor's power is filthy, and any of its spells can turn the divine light of those priests into shadows of chaos. The dark prophet only likes to blaspheme the power of the gods of the old world, from the broken flesh of the battle priests to the nuns. Screams of despair, from the fragments of sacred scriptures to the burning and demolition of shrines to gods, on the orders of the Four Gods, Malagor's only goal is to desecrate all gods of order.

To the Imperial Army, Malago's flight with countless predatory birds from the smoky sky was a sign of a terrible disaster. In front of Malago, the bravest defenders abandoned the impregnable city walls. , the most fierce and skilled warriors also knelt in the mud and faced a disastrous defeat.

But today, the famous general Kalad is here.

In a confrontation with Kalad, the beast king of the human castrates of the Beastman Archhorn Chapter died on the spot. The filthy beast blood sprayed on Kalad was instantly purified by the god-given aura of the Lake Fairy. The Beast King had his entire arm cut off by Kalad with a sword, and was wounded and defeated. The Beast King of the Great Horned Beasts of Rickvald was disemboweled by Kalad, and was bleeding profusely. The Brittanian marshal was directly in the enemy formation. They were cutting and killing indiscriminately, and everything they passed was like entering an uninhabited land.

"Marshal Shenwu!"

"Marshal is mighty!"

The Brittanian soldiers were full of confidence when they saw that Kalad was so powerful. A thousand people fought with the same momentum as ten thousand people, killing the beasts and people and running away. The Chaos army was in chaos, and the Yankees shouted " Ryan is here! Kalad is here!" He just ran away.

But at this time, Kalad was thinking.

The world has become different, the end is happening, and the world is falling into suffering.

There was a time when Kalad was in great pain. He could still think of everything he had experienced, losing his mother, losing his brother, losing his father, losing his mentor who he respected immensely as both his brother and father, and then losing his sister. In the first few decades of his life, , Kalad really lost too much.

The only title left was that of Count Garament of the Duchy of Bastogne.

There is also this damn Kingdom of Knights. The nobles are extortionate, greedy and corrupt. The territory is poor and weak, and is devastated. The serfs are struggling in pain and despair. Darkness is eroding the corners of the kingdom. The former glory is no longer. It is backward, ignorant, hungry, poverty.

Until Ryan showed up.

"I always seek a goal." In the bloody storm, Kalad muttered silently. There was no trace of blood on the Brittanian legend. He smiled: "A bright future."

"Now, I've got it." Kalad's mouth curled up slightly, and he looked toward the northeast, where is Charlemagne's throne, the heart of the empire. He may not be able to reverse everything and be qualified to participate in the gods. game, but at least he can contribute his own strength to this dim and lackluster contest.

Once upon a time, Callard once thought that the so-called spirit of chivalry and the advancement space that serfs longed for could not coexist. Once upon a time, Callard thought that the so-called chivalrous spirit and the interests of the nobility were destined to be two sides of the coin. Once upon a time, Callard believed that Ms. Are his teachings no longer suitable for this era?

Ryan gave him the answer.

Is chivalry outdated?

No, no, never, chivalry is always there, and the glory of humanity is always there.

It's people who have changed.

The Holy Grail is always there, and the lady is always holding the Holy Grail, waiting for the brave man who practices the eight virtues to come to her and accept her test.

What does the Holy Grail represent? Supreme status, great strength, long life, and the highest degree of self-identity.

The Kingdom of Knights was revived, prosperous, and full of martial virtues. Kalad gained both fame and fortune. He became a Holy Grail, a marquis, a wife and a son, and a marshal. He was able to realize his ideals, and it did not prevent him from getting what he deserved. reward.

"It's supposed to be about drinking, eating meat, singing songs, and then getting things done." This is Ryan's teaching: "Morality is used to demand oneself, not to demand others."

"Thank you, Your Majesty." Callard kicked the spurs. The marshal, who always showed his seriousness and calmness, always kept smiling.

Then, move forward.

"Garament Kalad is here! Anyone who is not afraid of death, come out!"

"Follow the marshal~Follow the marshal!!!" The five heroes followed closely behind, and the warriors of Britannia shouted desperately.

The battlefield was filled with blood and blood. Kalad personally rushed back and forth to kill, while Sir Amanric was responsible for mopping up the remaining Chaos soldiers in the rear.

So what is Diego doing?

The flesh of the Chaos Warriors hisses in the storm, emanating thick blood and eternal fury. The drizzle of rust and dust fell from the kaleidoscopic sky, tapping against his Gray Knight armor, and accumulated under the boots of the Grand Master of the Gray Knights, making a rustling sound.

Despite being greatly restricted, Diego still acted recklessly in the Chaos Army. The Titan Sword penetrated the chests of the Chaos Warriors like lightning. The entire Slaanesh Outlaws warband was led by Lucius. In a melee with Diego alone, Lucius the Immortal's sword of Ral passed through Diego's head, and then the Grand Master swung his fist and knocked down the famous Slaanesh fanatic. Half of his face was smashed.

The sword swept across, and the heads of three Slaanesh fanatics, Chaos Marun, flew into the sky.

"Yes! That's it, that's it, let the pain be greater~" Lucius felt his pain, and there was an expression of ecstasy on the Immortal's face. He was enjoying the pain, and behind him , the Purple Cans of Slaanesh from the Nashikai Brigade swarmed forward, and the two Terminators pulled the trigger on Diego. The heavy noise cannon not only shattered Diego's psychic shield, but also shattered ten of the people behind him. Several mortal soldiers were broken into pieces on the spot.

"You all go elsewhere, I will deal with this group of people!" Diego immediately signaled the mortals to get out of the way. This is not a war they should face. Mortals are not ready to face this level of battle.

"Everyone, get up here! Kill him!" Lucius didn't care so much. He signaled the entire battle group to surround the Gray Knight Supreme Master and kill him today.

But intimidated by Diego's terrifying power soaring into the sky, the silver flames burning on his body, the Titan sword in his hand, the sharp sword banner in the book behind him and the iron halo behind him, no one would question him anymore "Ryan Macado" "'s true identity, the Chaos Army couldn't hide their fear and fled.

Zan'ec, the chosen champion of Tzeentch, was frightened when he saw this formation, but he couldn't say it on his face. He immediately ordered all the chosen warriors of Tzeentch under his command, the Raven Guard Legion, to surround him in the middle and protect him in a circle. , and at the same time began to chant the Great Chaos Spell of Doomsday Judgment. While he was chanting the Doomsday Judgment, the other two hands were still writing spells on the booklet very quickly in handwriting. He was summoning the Tzeentch Demonic Army.

Kalad charged in a circle and then rushed out. Sir Amanric, who was also covered in blood, shouted at Kalad: "Did you see that?"

"Which one?" Kalad kept typing for several hours. It was almost noon and he didn't react for a moment.

"That!" Amanric slashed down a Chaos Warrior with his sword. He pointed at Zan'ec, who was protected by an entire legion of Tzeentch Chosen Warriors on the hillside, and shouted: "We must interrupt him. cast spells, otherwise we will fail in this battle!"

As expected, Kalad felt that a huge storm was gathering around Zaneac. Before the Brittanian marshal could say anything, Amanrik continued to roar: "Helmgart's artillery can't hit that far! The enemy guards It’s too strong, we can’t rush up at all!”

"Yes, we can't rush up, but there is something we can." Kalad signaled his subordinates to shoot the flare in their arms high into the sky.

The giant eagle screams.

A group of falcon cavalry flew out from the sky above Helmgart. The leader Araros took out three star rockets from behind. Behind him, about fifty falcon cavalry were bending their bows and stringing their bows at the same time.

"Kunos salvo!"

Green meteors fell all over the sky, and the sky where Zan'ek was was filled with smoke and dust from hundreds of meteors shot down by Kunos.

"Is it solved?" Everyone focused their attention on the hillside.

The smoke cleared, and Zan'ek remained intact, and the Chosen Champion of Tzeentch laughed loudly.

The big one is coming!

"TMD! Madam, don't we have anything to stop that son of a bitch?" Sir Amanric, the Great Holy Grail of the Sanctuary, yelled.

"Charlemagne's ASS!" shouted Kruber, one of the five heroes of the plague at the end of the world.

"It's so happy, so happy~Fire~Fire~keep burning~" Sienna, the light fire witch, created a fountain of flames among the barbarian marauders.

"Araloth's arrows are not good at fighting heavily armored enemies." Kerilian shuttled among the Chaos Warriors holding two swords: "There must be other tricks!"

"Dear Bardeen, use your treasure chest to think of a solution!" Victor Salzpyre, a Templar of the Silver Hammer Order, screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Granny, if I had a way, I would have eliminated all the plague!" Bardin held up the rune shotgun to retaliate and blasted away a group of beastmen: "Look, the Bretons are still here. There is no other way? My Holy Grail Master, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhinging me the Holy Grail!"

"Of course!" Kalad took out a signal gun from his arms again. Marshal Brittania thought to himself, I am just sending a signal, not using a long-range weapon, right?

"Hey~"

Shadows covered the sky.

The Brittanian Dwarf Rotor Helicopter Squadron joins the battlefield!

"Paratrooper One Jed Honesty at the ready!"

"Paratrooper 2 Thor Green is ready!"

"The Mustache Helicopter Squadron is coming~"

The propellers rotated rapidly, and a group of rotor helicopters quickly glided down along the high altitude of the gray mountains. Inside the helicopters, little Sol Green wore goggles on his face and recognized the signal. He immediately shouted excitedly: "The ground troops applied for the use of armor-piercing Bullshit! Oh, as their dwarf father, we can only graciously satisfy them."

"Armor-piercing bullet~"

"Thud, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug, tug~" The sulfur miniguns on the helicopters fired at the place where Zangeike was. The eight rotor helicopters spit out tongues of fire amidst the cheers of the Brittanians, covering the entire building. The hillside was covered in a storm of bullets.

The Chosen Warriors of Tzeentch in the front rows were beaten to pieces by sulfur machine guns, and the solid circular formation was in chaos.

This wasn't over yet, Jed Honesty pulled the lever: "Chaos bastard, you have a special delivery ~ oh ho ~"

The bomb "Big Daddy" hung on the rotor helicopter fell from the sky. On the surface of the bomb, the logo of a gray-haired, red-turbaned, white-bellied puppy showed a meaningful smile. The bomb exploded directly among the crowd of Tzeentch Chosen Warriors. The bomb inside The hot melt from the halfling cauldron stuck to the armor of the Chosen Warrior of Tzeentch, sticking to the armor and flesh like tarsal gangrene and burning into it until it burned through the body and bones.

Zan'ec was hit by a Big Father bomb near him. The spellcasting of the Chosen Champion of Tzeentch was interrupted by the oncoming explosion. The spell's backlash caused him to vomit black blood. Without hesitation, Zan'ac immediately grabbed the one next to him. One of the Raven Guards asked him to help him block the splashing hot solution from the crucible. Seeing his subordinates being burned to bloody pulp in the hot solution, Zan'ek had no other choice but to order: "Retreat! Retreat! "

Seizing the opportunity, Kalad continued to shout: "Garament Kalad is here, who dares to fight me!"

The Chaos army finally collapsed after receiving the order to retreat.

Even Archaon, the Eternal Chosen One, did not expect that the large army he sent would not even be able to stop the vanguard of the Knights' Holy War Army.

One thousand to fifty thousand, the killing was so overwhelming that Chaos was invincible and the beastmen were frightened.

On this day, the Brittanian army won a complete victory. After all, Callard's army was small in number. After fighting from early morning to afternoon, the soldiers were also very tired. Callard ordered a brief pursuit and then retreated to Helmgart.

After this battle, many Yankees even suffered from PTSD. They often dreamed of the tricolor flag and Kalad leading the five small forces to attack. They were so frightened that they woke up and were frightened. They were also obsessed with the red and blue colors (Calrad and him). The color of the SS burqa) has a shadow. Every time I see it, my heart skips a beat and I tremble subconsciously.

Xan'ec counted the army afterwards and found that he had lost nearly 8,000 men. The Chosen Champion of Tzeentch secretly cursed Archaon as a fool, and could only lead the army to retreat into the Reikvald Forest and retreat north.

"Hahahaha~"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha~"

At dusk, the dilapidated Earl's Castle in Helmgart, the temporary headquarters of the Brittanian Vanguard Army.

Several commanders laughed loudly, drank imperial black beer, and ate roasted whole lamb. Sir Amanrik, the Great Holy Grail of the Holy Realm, slapped his thigh hard: "Today's battle was really exciting! What a pity, if it weren't for Zanai Those guys are running so fast, the Chosen Champion of Tzeentch, the Dark Prophet, and the Son of Slaanesh will all die!"

Diego was a little depressed. Today he fought against an entire Slaanesh fanatic group under Lucius's command today. He was besieged and couldn't let go. Apart from hacking to death hundreds of Emperor's Children Chaos Space Marines, he didn't achieve anything more. , and the curse of Muka the Reborn has not yet been completely eliminated. Diego can feel that the more his power is used, the greater the power, the stronger the repulsion of the mortal world and the attraction of the subspace, so he does not dare to use it at full strength.

The heir also kept in mind the original body's advice not to advance rashly, so he could only say depressedly: "Yes, almost."

"The victory is gratifying, but don't forget that our main goal is to rescue Brunswick." Kalad picked up the wine glass. Marshal Britannia's whole body was covered with traces of sweat: "The current plan is to report to the general quickly. Send it to His Majesty at the rear. Let us take a short rest and immediately occupy the bridgehead of Bogenhafen and wait for His Majesty's arrival before making further preparations."

"Natural." Everyone was convinced.

In this way, according to the scheduled time, after spending more than a month, the main force of the Chivalry Crusaders finally arrived at the end of the Axbite Pass - Bogenhafen on the eve of autumn.

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