The Sun King's Evidence

"Really, is that violent mad woman who has been clamoring to marry the Blood God all day long dead?" Archaon heard the news, and he sensed it. Yes, Valkyrie is dead, and was killed by the Knight Queen. Killed by Sulia.

Khorne's blessing, which was supposed to resurrect the Valkyrie, failed to take effect, and Archaon had no interest in knowing why, as it was not an important matter.

"Yes, the Eternal Chosen One, Valkyrie is dead." The original demon prince, Be'lakor, whispered beside Archaon: "That's a crazy woman. All her dreams are to carry all the heads in the world. Marry the Blood God on the Brazen Throne.”

"To die with such a purpose, Valkyrie can be regarded as benevolent." Archaon said silently, and the Eternal Chosen looked at Middenheim in the distance: "If this is the fate of a warrior, then How about this."

"Eternal Chosen, if you think so, why are you starting this war?" The original demon prince Be'lakor was puzzled by Archaon's attitude.

“Urik led their way in a pillar of cloud by day, and gave them light by night in a pillar of fire, so that they could walk day and night. The pillar of cloud by day and the pillar of fire by night never departed from the presence of the people.

Yurik went ahead of him, and held a pillar of cloud during the day to guide him, and a pillar of fire at night to hold him as a candle, so that he could move forward day and night. The pillar of cloud by day and the pillar of fire by night could not leave the front of the people. "

Archaon did not answer. On the contrary, the Eternal Chosen recited the classics of the White Wolf God. He looked at the ever-burning holy fire on the Great Temple of Ulric's Castle on the top of Middenheim and continued to recite:

"Urik is my strength, my song, my support, my god, I praise him, the power of the wolf god, I honor him, Urik is the warrior, his name is the White Wolf, the White Wolf God, your right hand honors the God of Rongli, the White Wolf, and your right hand corrupts and avenges you.”

"Guide your redeemed people with kindness and with great power, and you will lead them into the sanctuary, and you will plant them in the holy mountain of your eternal inheritance, which is the dwelling place that Euric has prepared for the Teutons. The Holy House of Hands, the Castle of Ulric, the Holy Mountain of Ulric, the Holy City, Middenheim.”

Billak narrowed his eyes. This is an extremely ancient story. This story tells the story of the barbarian tribes on the other side of the Roof of the World Mountains who faced corruption and the slaughter of the chaotic nomads who believed in them. They received the revelation of the true god and crossed the Roof of the World Mountains. To the old world, Middenheim was established under the guidance of Ulric, and they called themselves Teutons.

Even though countless years have passed, Archaon still remembers this ancient epic. He was once Didric.

Just once.

"Charlemagne is a lie, and so is Ulric." The Eternal Chosen said calmly: "I will prove it all."

Bilak agreed on his face, but he was sneering in his heart.

There must be something within Middenheim that deserves Archaon's attention. Unfortunately, Archaon is only willing to share the core secrets with the people he trusts most, and that certainly does not include Be'lakk.

Billak believed that he would figure everything out.

"The Eternal Chosen, the Tomb King's army is approaching!" The members of the Sword of Chaos came in to report.

"It doesn't matter, let him do it." Archaon paused for a second: "Where is Chuanquero? Why doesn't his Skaven army take action?"

"The messenger has..."

"Send someone to urge them!" Archaon said coldly. He looked out from the Chaos Camp. The Eternal Chosen smiled grimly and said: "Look, the elves can't hold on anymore."

The Elf Empire's army was indeed unable to hold up at first. This was really because the Elf Empire consumed too much power in the Elf Civil War.

Malekith's army can still rely on Orika's blessing to support it, but Alarielle's army really can't hold on anymore.

At this time, there were only a few thousand people left around Alarielle. The sisters of Avalon, who originally had a formation of a thousand people, only dozens of them survived after a series of disasters, and there were not many Sisters of Thorns left. , they withered one after another under the razor of the Slaanesh demon. The Marauder Riders of Arion, the Sky Eagle Legion of Yris, the Sea Guards of Lothern, and the Dragon Princes of Caledor guarded the last position of the Eternal Queen. .

The most troublesome thing is that Alarielle is aging.

She is aging rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye. Even the wind of life cannot stop the aging of the Eternal Queen. Her skin begins to become densely wrinkled, her arms gradually wither, and her eye sockets become black and sunken. Before the war begins She still looked like a young and beautiful girl in her twenties, but now she looked more like a fifty-year-old aunt among humans. Her originally bright blond long hair had turned dark yellow and as dry as straw.

This cannot be blamed on the incarnation of the wind of life. She gave too much power to her people. Constantly resurrecting and curing all the elves' illnesses caused Alarielle to lose too much power. In this land, the chaos of The corruption was so severe that Alarielle was exhausted by awakening a large number of ancient treants to participate in the battle.

But the Slaanesh demons would not stop because of Alarielle's exhaustion. Lucius, the chief demon of Slaanesh, continued to attack. Only the ancient, immortal tree people were still fighting for the old world. Under the leadership of Durthu Below, the ancient tree people used their giant fists to smash the skulls of Slaanesh demons, shatter the purple armor of Slaanesh demons, and evaporate their flesh and blood.

The demons of Slaanesh did not know how to deal with the formation of the ancient trees at first, but they soon learned to attack the weak and slow-responsive base of the ancient trees. At the beginning of the battlefield, the elven warriors were responsible for protecting the ancient trees. People are vulnerable, but as time goes by, piles of corpses replace the elves' positions, and one after another the ancient tree men fall under the swords and axes of the northern barbarians, and the poison of the Slaanesh demons The weapon cut through the ancient tree people's solid skin.

The ancient tree people gave out that ancient echo, and they fell one after another. The number of the army of life incarnations became smaller and smaller, and the support of the Chaos Army continued. When Dursu finally waved his sword, the entire Chaos army fell. After the war group was eliminated, it saw fifteen Chaos war groups coming from a distance, holding various flags and shouting slogans for the Prince of Joy.

The ancient treant Dursu doesn't feel tired at all, but whenever an ally falls around him, his anger will further burn. It knows that the end of failure is just around the corner, and the world will soon be destroyed.

Without much time to think, Durthu still had to face Lucius, the chief demon of Slaanesh, who raised the sword of Dais, which was forged from the Starlight Forge by the woodland lord Dais and the incarnation of Vaal, the god of forging. Several rice grains have broken out of the artifact. After losing its maker, the artifact cannot be maintained. Dursu doesn't know how long it can last.

The ancient tree people used to be the embodiment of love, integrity, and friendliness during the Elf Empire. Later, due to the influence of chaos corruption and the anger of the forest being cut down, Durtsu fell into a rage. This primitive anger lasted for thousands of years. , until it met Alarielle.

The contact with the Everqueen purged Durthu's anger forever, and the Excalibur Tree King began to see the world with clarity.

The world is about to be destroyed, and Durtsu knows that there is almost no chance of winning this war.

The power of the Sword of Dais was still strong. The flames from the Starlight Forge burst out from the blade and tore through the space, burning Lucius's whole body. The chief demon of Slaanesh kept screaming, not knowing how powerful it was. The pleasure was still painful, but Lucius did not slow down. Its sharp claws tore open Dursu's steel-hard skin, and blood-like sap flowed out. There was no trace of Dursu's ferocious face. With a look of pain, roots stretched out from its arms, binding Lucius tightly.

The chief demon of Slaanesh tried to break free, but it failed. Durthu seemed to have made up his mind. The ancient tree man completely liberated all the sword of Dais. The sword exploded into pieces, and starlight fire enveloped Lucius's body. This time The chief demon of Slaanesh finally howled in pain, smelling the sweet smell of his own burning body!

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Dursu pushed Lucius away. The ancient tree man elder knew what else he could do. He came to Alarielle's side and looked at Alarielle who was corrupted and exhausted. Dursu Like a kind elder, he stretched out one of his fingers and touched the forehead of the Eternal Queen.

All the corruption of Chaos was absorbed into Durthu's body. It replaced Alarielle to bear the erosion of Chaos, and at the same time injected all the essence of itself as the ancient tree spirit into Alarielle's body.

The Eternal Queen blooms again. Her wounds healed, the wrinkles faded from her skin, and the light shone on her body again. Alarielle looked at Dursu, and two lines of clear tears fell from the face of the Eternal Queen. A long time ago, the three ancient trees Adanhu, one of the human beings, sacrificed himself to save the wood elf queen Aleer. Now history is repeating itself. After all, the elves owe the tree people too much.

The twigs on Durthu's fingers swept across Alarielle's face, and the ancient tree man showed an expression that looked like a smile, telling Alarielle not to worry. The power needed to save the Eternal Queen was less than it imagined. , Durthu was dying, but the tree man elder felt that there was still something he could do.

At this time, Lucius finally got rid of the flames of the Sword of Dais. The chief demon of Slaanesh was burned black all over and his eyes were temporarily blinded. Durthu immediately hugged Lucius tightly with both arms, and the ancient tree The man was entangled with the chief demon of Slaanesh, motionless.

The two sides began to compete for strength, and the surrounding elves immediately saw that Dursu's body was drying up quickly, and its body was quickly losing strength. Lucius proudly pushed Dursu back: "The Prince of Darkness is not something you and other mortals can fight against. of!"

Durthu had no reaction, and the ancient tree man concentrated its last strength. A thorn spike with a diameter of one meter burst out from its chest, pierced Lucius's chest face to face, and tore out the heart of Slaanesh. .

Lucius only had time to look down, and the chief demon of Slaanesh suddenly laughed: "I see...did you think so from the beginning? Awesome!"

After saying this, the chief demon of Slaanesh suddenly fell to the ground and turned into flying ashes.

Dursu's body also relaxed. The thorny skin on the surface of this most ancient and powerful treant withered and then cracked. The leaves fell from his shoulders like dust, leaving only a petrified body on the spot. wreckage.

The three ancient treants, the great elders of the Woodland Treant Council, once visited Ulthuan and sheltered a pair of Alario's children. Durthu played a vital role in the settlement of Athel Loren by the wood elves. Fallen outside the city of Middenheim.

Thanks to Durthu's sacrifice, the Slaanesh army finally collapsed, and the Elf Empire army continued to advance. Alarielle and others, with endless hatred, vowed to make Chaos pay the price.

So far, the first phase of the surprise attack by the Alliance of Order has achieved considerable results, but it has also suffered huge losses. The Imperial Army and the Undead Army have made rapid progress, and the Breton Army has also killed the Khorne Army after a slight resistance. Taking the Chosen Champion of Khorne, Skaar-Bloodfury, and the Bride of Khorne, Valkyrie, as symbols of victory, they continue to approach Middenheim.

The one that suffered greater losses was the Elf Empire army, which barely achieved its goal at the expense of Dursu.

On the dwarf side, the armies of High King Thorgrim and Butcher King Agrim-Ironfist are fighting against the Skaven. The Skaven are led by Chief Greyclaw Farseer Tranquillo and the Unclean One S. Lot, the numerous behemoths of the Mord clan are fighting with the colossi of the dwarves. Rows of solid dwarf phalanxes are facing the impact of the Skaven wave. Everyone knows that this is a meaningless war of attrition. , but they have to fight, otherwise the rat tide will engulf the positions of the coalition of order, delaying the coalition's progress, and buying time for the Eternal Chosen.

Archaon and Lion, the commanders of the Chaos Army and the Order Army, knew that the first phase of the war was over and the second phase was about to begin.

But before that, the arrival of a group of uninvited guests attracted the attention of both parties.

At the end of the horizon, a large number of stone statues made in the image of gods, kings and mythical creatures appeared.

Under the control of the tomb technician, they strode into the battlefield.

In the gaps between the towering ancient tomb phalanxes are ancient tomb chariots, and war machines called marble beasts are lingering. A giant statue made of bronze clanked in front; the giant sword it carried was four times as tall as a human being.

War Sphinx, Desert Vulture, Holy Titan, Tomb Scorpion, and row after row of Ushabit giant archers form a huge team of war statues.

This is a powerful army. The Emerald Sentinels and Skull Guardians from Lybalas marched together with the snake-headed Necrosphinx of Coffin Canyon.

Among this army of lifelike war colossi are the Necron Sphinxes from the Golden Skull of Maharak and the Emerald Phalanx of Ushabit from the Temple of the Crocodile God in Ka-Sabai.

Quata's alabaster army, as well as the guardians of the gates of Numas, the war sphinxes with ornate gold trim at both ends, strode forward as they charged straight into the battlefield.

Astri's red jackals howled as they stalked forward - their weapons smeared with crimson blood that had never been dry.

The Lord of the Desert of Nicohara, the King of the Tomb Kings, and the ultimate conqueror of the world, Emperor Settra has arrived, and his bodyguards, the Royal Chariot Guards, are marching with the king, and are included in the Emperor's great army. There were hundreds of chariots, but none as powerful or fearsome as those guarded by the Royal Chariots.

These heavy chariots are manned by the Tomb Guards, who were commanded by High Chief Niberthar before he was elevated to higher honors. They bore the emblems and emblems of Settra, and could be seen far across the desert, for their precious metals and jewels glittered dazzlingly.

The ancient dragon demon, Kolie Sun-Eater, who had committed countless crimes, had his huge head hanging on the front of Settra's golden chariot. The Immortal Emperor displayed his trophies and ordered its great army to advance. Launch an attack on the Army of Chaos and the Army of Order!

"The greatest civilization is about to rise again, and the living will tremble because the age of the body is over!"

"Emperor Nicohara will rule over everything, and everyone should kneel down before Kamulikara!"

I'm late, I'm so tired