The Sun King's Evidence

Now the battlefield outside the city has turned into a slaughterhouse of flesh and blood. Facing the appearance of four chaotic demon armies, the Chivalry Army suffered heavy losses, and orders were passed to Sulia one after another.

"Marshal Berhemond cannot continue to advance, please retreat!"

"More than half of the knights in the Principality of Berlion have been lost!"

"Mouthilon Coldstream Guards Regiment has lost more than half!"

"All Le-Angouleant marines have been killed!"

"Marshal Amanric is in trouble and is asking for reinforcements!"

"The Norscan Ironmane Legion has been defeated!"

"The wood elves are collapsing."

"Lord Julian, the Great Holy Grail of the Holy Realm, died in battle!"

"Lord Great Holy Grail Turas died in battle!"

"News from Beria, General Meretskov is seriously injured, Kislev's army needs to reorganize!"

"His Excellency Leofric, Duke of Carcassonne, expressed that he could no longer hold on!"

News came to Sulia one after another. The Knight Queen kept giving new orders. The Old Guards guarded her, and behind her, teams after teams of reserve teams and dwarf legions were still there. Continuously entering the battlefield.

"Megazord, power up!" Not far away, the dwarf colossus had already entered the battle. Under the operation of the engineer, the dwarf war colossus and the Nurgle war beast hugged each other. The long nose of the chaos mammoth fell on the waist of the dwarf colossus. With a burst of sparks, the chest of the dwarf war colossus opened, and a series of hellstorm rocket launchers blew all the Norscans on the chaos mammoth into the sky. Then he overturned the chaos mammoth with a punch, and the giant ax cut open the belly of the war beast. The beast's blood flowed all over the ground, and flames shot out from the palm of the giant statue, roasting group after group of Yankees.

In the center of the battlefield, Ryan is fighting against the three ultimate demons and their power on his own.

Anglath-The Unchained's ax opened and closed, and behind it, there was a boundless sea of ​​blood, gushing flames, and a brass fortress looming, and Khorne demons continued to join the battlefield to fight against the Gray Knights.

Shalashi-Demonic Calamity's body is as graceful and gorgeous as a ballet dancer. Its power has eroded the world. Everyone can see that behind it is a grand banquet, located in the palace of Slaanesh, with a mask on its face. Everyone in the mask cheered each other. The Slaanesh demon with eight arms and eight necks was tied in the center of the hall. A group of people took food from it. The ground was covered with turbid wine, and the strong fishy smell stimulated the appetites of mortals. Mouth and nose.

Rotigos is holding a boxwood branch. Behind it, bright red, blue, yellow and purple flowers pierce the gloomy atmosphere, and a paradise of joy is spread among the melancholy forest scenery. Digging and running insects of all kinds have brightly patterned carapaces and shiny wings. Insects flew briskly along the long embankment of the slow, turbid river. Amid the rustle of reeds, the children of a loving father kept walking into the battlefield.

At the center of the battlefield is a pure white world. Ryan is fighting against Angras and Shalaxi Demon Calamity alone. Veins are popping out on the original body's head. Around him, there are a total of 55 legendary Gray Knights. They fought side by side, on the white marble floor, the pure white clouds, and the deep blue sky. They fought side by side with the Primarch, killing all the Chaos Demons coming from three sides, leaving behind the filthy smell in the air. Chaos energy.

war! war! war!

The momentum like a wave swept across the earth, and no one could stop it.

"Hahahaha, isn't that the festering heart of a loving father? Come on, I will defeat you again!"

"Guan Geer, once again, we are face to face!"

"Andre, the betrayer and subordinate of the Prince of Darkness, are you ready to be exiled by me again?"

One by one, the tall and majestic Gray Knight heroes laughed and rushed towards one of the enemies, bursting out with overwhelming fighting spirit. After the other party discovered it, he immediately faced him with fearless courage.

Janus, the supreme master of the first generation of Gray Knights, held a huge psychic sword, which immediately burst out with bright light among the Chaos Demons. In an instant, he tore apart a dozen Chaos Steel Bull Riders who were surrounding him and turned them into pieces. The light rain disappeared.

However, such bravery did not make people retreat, but attracted more people to attack him.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"

"Nurgle is love! Nurgle is life! All things will eventually decay, only Nurgle will last forever!"

"Sex is lust, sin is suffering, all filth! Desire and desire!"

Three armies of Chaos attacked. Their power alone was enough to destroy an entire country. However, they were stopped by Ryan. The original body of the Gray Knight not only blocked the three ultimate demons, but also blocked their attack. Chaos Demon Army, this is already a miracle. Just at the door of the three ancient spire gates, four energies are entangled together, the red and black that symbolizes Angras, the gold and silver that symbolizes Ryan, and the gold and silver that symbolizes Shara. The dark purple color of the evil calamity, and the slightly distant yellow-brown color that symbolizes Rotigos.

The power of destruction never stops and has no limit. This is no longer a battle for mortals, and even mortals no longer have the right to participate.

Outside the city, the pressure on the three Groat brothers was greatly reduced after receiving support from the Chaos Behemoths and the Four Ultimate Demons. The three Groat brothers kept their father's orders in mind and left about one third of them behind. The troops continued to struggle with the Chivalry Crusaders outside the city, and the remaining troops entered the city. They vowed to dedicate Brunswick and Charlemagne's throne to their loving father.

Gotrit-Spitter personally led the Minotaur Chapter, the Nurgle Warriors Chapter, the Norscan Champion Warriors Chapter, and the Human-Skin Wolves Chapter forward, with a force as strong as a tidal wave on a half-mile-long front. The battlefield stormed the Imperial lines. The Chaos Knights burst through the spear groves in an explosive storm of shattered blades, slashing down Imperial soldiers with jagged lances and enchanted blades. The dragon demon fiercely attacked the halberdiers who came to intercept. Strange lightning flashed across the scaly skin and crackled loudly, knocking out the soldiers on both sides.

The north and west gates of Brunswick have been lost, and only the east and south gates, which were supported by the Brittanian Jihad Army, have been preserved.

Within the city, Marshal Rick Heilberg is commanding about 3,000 imperial soldiers fighting in the streets. Among them are elite Rick guards, as well as temporary recruits. The battle has lasted for several days. For an hour, many soldiers were too tired to stand up. The noise of war was raging in the storm. Heilberg glanced at the mutilated, depressed, sweat-stained faces of the surrounding soldiers. The pain in his heart returned. They are the kindest and most loyal soldiers, fighting for the sanctity of their country and the survival of their families.

Of course, Helberg saw the battle outside the city. Marshal Rick once saw the hope of victory in the war. Although he criticized the Sun King's repeated "interference" in the internal affairs of the empire, Helberg was of course grateful to the Bretons. With assistance, perhaps the two sides can work together to defeat Nurgle's army, at least defend the capital, and then clean up the enemies in the empire step by step.

From the very beginning of the emergence of the Knights Crusade, Helberg tried to join forces with Lane's army. However, all efforts failed. The soldiers could not leave the city wall, otherwise they would be torn apart like rags by the Yankees. , the knightly army fell into a quagmire after exhausting its charge, and was still far away from the city wall.

Heilberg made his most effective effort. He managed to gather 4,000 heavy cavalry in Brunswick. While the Chaos army was shaken by the Bretons, he secretly opened the city gate and launched a charge. This time The charge was successful, but just as Helberg was trying to achieve further results, the Chaos War Mammoth herd, the Chaos Behemoth herd from the north, and the appearance of the four ultimate giant demons and their Chaos Demon Army caused Helberg to be captured. Forced to retreat.

In the end, less than 2,000 heavy cavalry successfully retreated into the city.

Marshal Rick, exhausted and at his wits end.

From a strategic and tactical perspective, all of Heilberg's efforts were successful.

The walls of Brunswick acted like a sponge, absorbing the power of the Chaos army and limiting the power of the Yankees.

The soldiers resisted layer by layer according to Heilberg's design, causing the battlefield to fall into a tug of war.

This charge at the critical moment also defeated part of the Gotrit troops at the North Gate. The Rick Guards, a dozen Imperial Knights, and the entire Griffin Knights' half-Gryphon Knights even used grenades to destroy the North Gate siege force. The towers were blown to pieces, the trebuchets were blown to pieces, and the Yankees who could not stand the test were swept away.

Yes, all efforts were successful and all the dreams we had together were realized.

In the end, Heilberg found that he was still powerless. Less than half of the more than 100,000 people under his command were still alive, and less than half of the living people could get up and fight. His enemy's reinforcements were already there. Gathering at the edge of the forest, they stepped out of the shadows and lined up along the northern horizon. Their numbers seemed endless, and every time one chapter was destroyed, three more took their place.

At the same time, Helberg also saw the battle between Ryan and the three-headed ultimate devil. He was deeply shocked by the power of the King of Knights. What a supreme power it was, but even a fool could see that Ryan's mind was fighting against the world at the same time. How strenuous is the erosion of the three chaotic worlds? On the battlefield outside the city, the Chivalry Crusade has even begun to show signs of retreat. The Chaos Demon is simply too powerful.

what to do?

The old man smiled bitterly, he really tried his best, tried his best, and he was ready to face death.

Are there any reinforcements? Helberg actually smiled, and the old coach tried to convince himself comically that maybe there were other reinforcements? Will the dwarves from the Rooftop Mountains of the World come to support them? The elves of Ulthuan? Or Middenheim? Aviheim? Bafeng Mountain?

"My marshal, look!" At this moment, Griffin Duke Ivan shouted towards Helberg.

"Look? What are you looking at? Just more Yankees." Heilberg said casually, if today is the end of Brunswick, then let it come, he is ready.

"No! Look!" Duke Griffin's tattered cloak swayed in the air.

Heilberg reluctantly picked up the telescope and looked toward the east.

The old commander opened his mouth wide. Teams formed one giant phalanx after another. The troops in black and red armor were advancing. The family crest of the black bat-winged monster on the red background felt familiar. These silent troops neither There was no mutation in the roar, they were just moving forward. In the gaps between the queues, some larger and more terrifying guys appeared, looming in the forest, and they were on their way to join the battlefield.

"That's..." Heilberg not only trembled, he thought of the nearly one-year war in the Golden Fortress, he thought of the key support during the Battle of Heffengen, and he thought of the living and the dead fighting side by side. On the days of the war, he remembered...

"Dear Marshal Rick." A noble, elegant, and arrogant voice sounded from about thirty or forty meters away from Heilberg. Accompanied by a terrifying chill, he recognized a food store standing in the The fallen prince in the ruins, wearing a blood-red armor and riding a skeleton horse, saw Heilberg and noticed him, the army of death, the elector of Sylvania, the blood of von Carstein The ancestor, Vlad von Carstein, politely saluted Heilberg with an extremely standard and textbook imperial court etiquette. He seemed to be very happy that Helberg was willing to listen to him. His voice He looked extremely happy, although Helberg doubted whether the undead could be so emotional: "Your Excellency, my letter has been delivered to you accurately, but you have not given me an accurate reply. I think it is time to come A beautiful speech.”

"Von Carstein, are you really still alive?" Heilberg roared.

"I? I have always been alive. Of course, I have probably died... 5000 years?" Vlad's handsome face showed a smile: "I want to discuss history with you. I have a lot of time to accompany you, but I It seems as if your army and your city don't have that much time left."

"Of course, while you stood idly by, my soldiers sacrificed their lives to defend this city, while you were hiding in the darkness." Heilberg yelled in a persuasive manner: "Where are your people?"

"Of course I am happy to participate in this war. If you need it, I will go to help the Sun King and add a sword to his duel with the Chaos Demon, but in what name?" Ladd smiled and said: "I am waiting for your answer."

Helberg's face suddenly turned livid. The old handsome man's face first turned red with anger, then turned black with embarrassment, then turned green with embarrassment, and finally turned helpless pale. He opened his mouth and spit out something he couldn't believe. words: "So be it."

"What's this like?" Vlad could feel amazing joy.

"Commander... I promise you! I agree to your request, that's enough!" Heilberg shouted desperately in the extremely shocked eyes of the surrounding imperial troops.

"That's right!" Vlad couldn't help but applaud, and the Death Army said with satisfaction: "If the main material world is replaced by pure chaos, then what's the point of our fight? Now is the moment to save the nation, what do you do? You made the right choice, my marshal, I am very pleased."

"That's enough! Come here, kneel down!" Helberg shouted: "Kneel down in front of me, hurry up, don't make me regret it!"

Vlad was stunned for a moment, and the Lord of Death showed a hurt expression on his face, but then he realized something. The Death Army walked up to Helberg and knelt down on one knee.

The Rune Fang pressed on Vlad's shoulder, and Helberg's face showed a hint of revenge, but was immediately enveloped in deep sadness, and the old commander's voice sounded: "I will serve as the leader of Charlemagne's empire. Regent and wielding the power of the Talisman Sword, I hereby declare that Vlad von Carstein of Sylvania, under desperate circumstances, you are the elector of Sylvania!"

"I grant you the title not because I want you to kill, but because I want you to remember that you must be loyal to the country."

"I grant you this land not because I want you to make a profit, but because I want you to remember your noble status."

"Now, I grant you my supreme trust, Von Carstein. What you will receive is not only supreme power and status, but also irreplaceable responsibility!"

"May you and your bloodline fight for the survival of the empire!"

"I promise." Vlad couldn't hide the joy on his face. The Lord of Death saluted respectfully, indicating that he accepted the canonization. He couldn't help playing with the ring of von Carstein. The Lord of Death was in the imperial army. He stood up with disbelieving eyes, laughed happily, and sent a signal towards the outside of the city.

Now, everyone is a fellow member of the Empire.

The three brothers of the Maggot Cavalry heard footsteps in the forest to the east. It seemed that thousands of heavily armored troops were moving. Broben, the second of the three brothers of the Maggot Cavalry, hurriedly rode on his own The mount Bile Carrier, a pox maggot beast, led the Brass Fortress Evil Legion to the edge of the forest. He said vaguely: "You are late, you stinky idiots of the Demonic Bird God, hurry up and prepare." Let’s go on a killing spree!”

"Hurry up, shout the slogans, beat the drums, let the Nannies know we are coming!"

There was still no reply from the forest, only three people came out.

The leader is a Nicohara Lich, wearing a crown and holding a staff, with green flames burning in his empty eyes.

The second one is covered in baroque red cursed armor, holding a huge black axe, and is tall. It is already choosing its opponent.

The third person is more human-like. He has long, sticky white hair parted in the middle, a wrinkled face and an eyepatch. He is wearing a captain's uniform. He holds a scimitar in one hand and a blunderbuss in the other. His head is shaking like a nervous wreck. Non-stop: "I'm telling you, don't be dissatisfied. Blood Dragon's father is my father. He only eats and drinks all day long, nothing else~"

Rotten Breeder Broben: "???"

There was no time for the children of Nurgle to be shocked. When they came to their senses, the Silent Legion rushed out of the forest and charged towards the three brothers of the Maggot Riders.

"Fight, descendants of Nagash!" Lich King Arkhan looked at these chaotic unclean things with hatred. Behind him, heavily armored undead legions filed out one after another.

"Let us destroy the final gift of the dark gods!"

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