The Sun King's Evidence

In the autumn of 2525 in the Imperial Calendar, Talabheim Forest.

Two frustrated men were hiding together and sleeping. They found a temporary wild boar nest, killed all the piglets in it and had a feast. Then they lay down and covered their heads to sleep. Next to them, two griffons did the same. As they slept soundly, a group of crows loyally guarded the two men outside the wild boar's nest.

The dawn light shone on the face of one of the frustrated men. His face was covered with stubble, and the gaps in his beard were full of oil stains. It was impossible for anyone to think of the identity of this frustrated man by looking at him.

The Emperor of the Empire, Karl-Franz, woke up in the morning light. He heard Matak's painful howl. It was obvious that Matak was having a nightmare, and it was a very painful nightmare. This one was more like the chief wizard. This guy who was a beggar in dirty clothes actually miraculously found himself.

But when he heard someone calling the emperor in the sky, Karl Franz was so frightened that his heart almost jumped out of his chest. But then he recognized the two-headed griffon. After all, the griffin in the Imperial Zoo was Those, a kind of joy burst out in his body in an instant, and he was relieved to realize that the loyal people were still alive, even if everything else was ruined, even if his northern army had been completely destroyed by the darkness, there were still troops remaining in the rear.

As the royal chief wizard, there is no doubt about Mattak's strength. Even though Mattak is not particularly good at spell damage or healing magic, Mattak can communicate with birds and find the emperor's location, riding a griffin. After flying for five or six days, we found him. Some of the magic dry food he brought imported from the elves allowed the emperor to recover his strength very quickly. His amber magic restored the health of the great gryphon Deathclaw and cured his death. The wings with broken claws restored the great gryphon's former strength.

The two set off from Ostermark on griffins and flew for several days before finally approaching Braunschweig.

The news brought by Mattak made Karl-Franz very happy. Although Marienburg and Taraberheim had fallen, Middenheim, Braunschweig, Avelheim and Nur were all still alive. In the resistance, Middenheim and Nuer also had an established elite army. As the emperor thought about it, his smile disappeared. He looked at the beggar in front of him and touched his beard again.

So, this is the virtue of the empire now? Just like me and Mattak?

"Ahhhh~" Matak was obviously having a nightmare again. The royal chief wizard kept howling, and the emperor simply woke him up: "My great wizard, are you okay?"

"Emperor, my emperor, it's great that you are still alive." Matak was shaken awake, and the Supreme Wizard burped. The oncoming bad breath from the night almost made the emperor almost vomit out the food in his stomach. , but Mattak's next words caught the emperor's attention: "Karl, Karl, I got the oracle from Taal. The Lord of Nature is dying. He is being tortured by Nurgle's plague. Corrupted vines and poisonous moss are spreading. Shroud Him, He is dying, and only the true son of Charlemagne can save Him, only you, Karl.”

"What should I do?" the emperor asked calmly.

"We must return to Brunswick. Only by guarding Charlemagne's throne in the hands of the Father of Plague can Tarr have a chance to be saved." Mattak replied to the emperor.

"Then why don't we hurry up? This place is not far from Brunswick." The emperor was not surprised by this answer.

"But... all of this comes with a price, Karl, all of this comes with a price." Matak said painfully and tangledly: "The Lord of Nature told me that if you go to Nur or Avelheim or even Middenheim now, Regroup your troops, and you still have a chance to survive, but if you choose to return to Brunswick, the only outcome waiting for you is death."

"Death?" The emperor was stunned. He looked at Matak in disbelief, but received an extremely affirmative reply from the chief wizard.

Is it? Will I die in Braunschweig?

But then he calmed down. He raised his head and looked at the sun at eight or nine o'clock in the morning. The autumn sun still retained a little heat. Karl Franz felt the heat, and the emperor smiled slightly.

His empire was ravaged, his cities besieged on all sides, and his armies were annihilated.

"Mattak, you said that there is no immortal dynasty in this world, and there is no undigging grave, right?"

"His Majesty?"

"Let's go to Brunswick." The emperor said no more. With a serious look on his face, he put the dragon's tooth sword into its sheath and awakened the claws of death.

…………I don’t have the dividing line of the immortal dynasty…………

"We're here! We're here! Second brother, third brother, look, we're here!"

Otto stood on the body of his third brother Gurit, and the fat all over his body was trembling with excitement.

"Brother! We are finally here!"

Ezerak waved his staff excitedly, and the bells on it jingled.

"Me too." Gu Ruite sprayed out several chaos eggs from his mouth.

The capital of the empire, the heart of the empire, Charlemagne's throne, and the birthplace of the Carolingian tribes were right in front of them. The huge building complex, the towers that shot into the sky, the city walls standing on the river bank swamps, the The thousands of chimneys emitting black smoke and the tiled roofs below are so eye-catching, so majestic, so... charming!

This would be the best gift for a loving father!

The three Grote brothers thought so.

"It's so beautiful." Otto admired. The eldest brother watched in fascination as the city struggled with the epidemic. The city walls and building surfaces were covered with moss and vines. Braunschweig was like a dying patient, undergoing its final stages. In defiance, the blessing of a loving father had covered her skin and flowed into her veins.

"Brother, without further ado, let's go."

"No, don't worry."

Otto rejected Ezerak's proposal: "We must wait, wait for Festus and his great works, wait for Gotret and his army of tentacles, wait for the Maggot Riders and the scribes."

"Here they come, they are here~"

Before he finished speaking, a terrifying horn sound came from the north of the city. Dark green Nurgle warriors, groups of beastmen battle groups, hateful demon beasts, and huge minotaur battle groups, There are also those vortex beasts that are the filthiest and cannot be looked at directly, slowly stepping out of the forest.

At first it was dozens, then hundreds, and soon it was thousands or tens of thousands.

Seventy or eighty turbid currents finally merged into an army that was enough to submerge the entire city. The Yankee queue was about two thousand meters wide, and there were also a large and countless army of Drakwald beastmen. The six Minotaur battle groups are almost exhausted. They are eager for fresh flesh and blood, and the city in front of them is the largest meat storage warehouse!

Gotrit-Spitter strode out of the queue, the half-human, half-tentacled warlord of Nurgle and the Chosen One signaling that he was ready.

"The Lord of Tentacles is here, and there are so many of them." Ezerak shouted happily: "Brother, although you can't see it, the three brothers from the Maggot Cavalry in the east are also here, and there are so many of them!"

"Idiot, how many are there?"

"In short, there are a lot of them!" Ezerak laughed wildly: "Third brother, I guarantee that you will have a full meal today~"

"Brother eats first, brother eats first, I will only feel sorry for brother~" Gurrit laughed eagerly, his shoulders rolling back and forth in excitement.

"Very good, all three armies have arrived!" Otto was still waiting: "Then, the only thing left is Festus."

The chosen champion of Nurgle did not let the three brothers wait too long. Soon, the rumbling sound of knocking spread across the earth, deeper than the thunder, as if the unstable foundation of the entire world began to grind against each other, and the sticky hair Smelly rain poured down, the downpour mixed with sticky clumps of dirt.

Otto raised his head and grinned, feeling the cool mucus flow down his cracked cheeks.

"Wow~"

"Oh oh oh oh~"

"Nurgle~~~~"

"Nurgle~Nurgle~Nurgle~"

This heavy rain made the defenders in the city howl in pain. Even if the soldiers who were touched by the rain were not sick, they could feel the sharp pain like bone-breaking pain. But for the 400,000 Nurgle army outside the city, this heavy rain was simply... It was like a rain falling from the sky. Everyone felt the blessing of a kind father, and everyone felt that they were a hundred times more energetic. As if they had a tacit understanding, they began to shout the name of Nurgle.

"Nurgle! Nurgle! Nurgle!" The young, brave and fierce Norscan raiders slapped their axes on their shields. They were extremely excited, because their loving father must be watching this battle, making achievements and being promoted to champion raiders. Here begins the first step to becoming a warrior, Chaos Champion, Chaos Champion, Chaos Lord, Chaos Chosen, or even a Daemon Prince!

"Nurgle! Nurgle! Nurgle!" The gray-haired Norscan veterans were also ecstatic. This may be their last chance. True God, please witness my efforts and grant me glory and strength!

"Nurgle! Nurgle! Nurgle!" The savage Kurgans, the powerful Chaos Warriors, and the weird-looking Nurgle demons hammered the ground with their weapons. This is where the father's love finally ends!

"Nurgle! Nurgle! Nurgle!" The outcasts, beastmen, various monster warbands, and Cyclops also shouted. These things didn't understand why at all. They were just echoing, waiting for orders, waiting. Sipping fresh meat, waiting for another satisfying feast.

More than seven thousand battle flags were bathed in the heavy rain, each marked with the face of the father of all kinds of diseases. The butcher's knife was taken out of its holster, the hammer was unchained, and the blunt sword was drawn from its human-skin scabbard.

"Stop~~~~~" Otto, the eldest brother of the three Grote brothers, raised his sickle. The whole place was silent for a moment. The dark clouds in the storm opened a gap. On the other side of the gap was not the blue sky, but the terrifying In the Garden of Nurgle, the loving father's appreciative laughter crashed down with the green lightning, and all the Nurgle believers sighed with satisfaction.

As a child of a loving father, happiness is sometimes so simple.

And boring.

As many as 400,000 warriors, beasts, and monsters were scattered all around Brunswick. They roared wildly, tribal horns and rough roars came one after another, and harsh roars erupted from countless tribes. Everyone was excited because their loving father was watching this battle, and they all set their sights on the three Grote brothers. They were children who were particularly loved by their loving father, and they knew what to do.

Otto enjoyed a moment of joy. He laughed wildly and acted recklessly in the heavy rain, but he knew that he could not delay for too long. He wanted to dedicate this city to his real father. A good boy will never let his father down. .

The Plague Scythe was leveled and pointed at the city gate, and Otto's order followed.

"Attack the gate!"

On the top of the city tower, Marshal Rick Heilberg looked at the "grand scene" in front of him. He was staring at more and more tribes advancing forward and entering their position. He saw more green oceans heading towards the sea. The walls are coming.

Can those heavily armored Chaos Warriors be dealt with by the improvised mob?

Can those siege towers that are twenty or thirty meters high and made entirely of humus be destroyed by artillery?

There are also those siege beasts, a group of dirty and terrifying giant salivating creatures, the Cyclops holding a boulder, and the minotaurs crowded together and scrambling to open meat cans. Is the empire capable of defeating them now?

Heilberg didn't know that Marshal Rick couldn't help but break out in sweat on his forehead and back. His hand was tightly holding the hilt of the Rune Fang sword, and the rain hit his armor and stained his skin. The hair, soaked through his lining, was sticky and uncomfortable.

Seeing the desperate situation in front of them, even the Rick guards who had experienced many battles were frightened, and everyone almost focused their attention on Helberg.

The old commander was stunned for a few minutes. He could see the expression of Nurgle himself through the crack in the sky. An extreme fear derived from extreme anger. He immediately pointed at the crack in the sky and roared: "Did you see that?"

"Look...I saw..."

"Then why are you just watching? Where have all the mages died? Turn it off immediately!" The old man pointed at the fat grandpa's kind face and roared hysterically. : "Turn it off! Turn it off, be sure to turn it off!"

Helberg's order slowly brought everyone back to their senses. In the heavy rain, the battle mages had begun to cast spells on the swirling furious storm to contain it. However, the seals they hurriedly created had little effect on the condensed terrifying hell.

"Fire!" The battle wizard is still gathering strength. Helberg has forced himself to focus all his attention on the war in front of him. His hoarse voice is more like a human than a human because of the long yelling. The green-skinned warlord, the old commander, slapped the crenellations of the city wall hard: "In the name of the blood of Charlemagne, open fire!"

"Fire!"

"Fire!!!"

Heilberg's order echoed in the imperial army, inspiring the rest. The roar of the imperial artillery overwhelmed the sound of the heavy rain. The roaring shells smashed into the noisy Yankees. Long guns and short cannons were in order. The firepower rippled on the city wall, followed by the sound of arrows breaking through the air.

Dozens of war machines fired at each other on a battlefield that had long been suffocated by death and madness, and eight hundred artillery pieces on the city wall. The rain cut like knives, submerging everything under the curtain of disease, and the moon of death drove the colorful embellishments. The lightning flashes reflected the smoky scene of destruction.

"Will the knights of the Sun King arrive in time? Will the Holy War Army of Britannia come to support us?" Julian Brandt, a new recruit of Rick's Guards, couldn't help but said: "There are also dwarves , Elf, where are our allies?”

Heilberg was speechless.

"My marshal?"

Marshal Rick was silent for several seconds before he spoke.

"Stick to your post! Men of the empire, your sharpest weapon is courage, and our most loyal belief in Charlemagne. We will fight for the empire and die without regrets."

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