The Sun King's Evidence

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Attacking from all sides and blooming in the center, this was Ryan's original battle plan. In addition to trusting the power of the major incarnations, the most important premise is that Middenheim can persist long enough. Only Middenheim is like a star. Only by being firmly nailed in place and containing most of the main force of the Chaos Army can the peripheral Army of Order have a chance of success.

But this premise was now shattered, and all the incarnations of order outside the city, including Generalissimo Ryan, broke out in a cold sweat.

Is Middenheim lost now?

Right? Didn’t Middenheim claim that the fire of Ulric would never be extinguished and the White Wolf City would never be lost?

Are you, Yurik, reliable?

The knights of Britannia cursed the Middenheim defenders for failing to complete their mission. At this time, even the main generals, Morgiana and Francois, panicked. My father-in-law couldn't help it. He asked Ryan: "Your Majesty, are there any reinforcements?"

"It is impossible to expect any other reinforcements now. All the fighting forces in the world are already here." Ryan's face was as dark as ink, and the original body couldn't help but clenched the hilt of the Fury's sword. His eyes were fixed on Middenheim, looking at the billowing smoke coming out of the city gate. What is certain at present is that the defenders of Middenheim have not collapsed yet and are still resisting, but without the protection of the city gate. , how long can the defenders of Middenheim hold on?

"Father, don't you know how to teleport collectively?" Devon Hill suddenly asked: "Why don't you teleport collectively to the city of Middenheim?"

Others were fine. Leman Russ, who was on standby, couldn't help but glance at Devon Hill. The old wolf stretched out his hand helplessly and messed up Devon Hill's hair.

"Good question." Ryan smiled at his son's words. He grinned: "Dewen, you must have read through all the books in the "HH (Horus Heresy)" series, right?"

"Yes, father." Devon Hill nodded.

"Then I can ask you, why did your Imperial Grandfather not bring a group of Imperial Guards with him during the Battle of Terra? Your Uncle Dorn, Uncle Khan, and Uncle Sanguinius teleported directly to Horus from the beginning. In front of you?" Ryan said casually: "But wait until Horus chooses to lower his ship?"

"Uh..." Devon Hill was a little confused.

"It is extremely dangerous to engage in this kind of long-distance and large-scale teleportation when the other party is vigilant." Ryan said coldly: "In most cases, this move may not only be interrupted by the other party, but also cause huge harm to yourself. Backlash, it is very likely that he will be directly blocked from entering the mortal world, trapped in subspace or exiled to the end of the universe. Archaon is the eternal god blessed by the four gods of chaos. He is not only a warrior, He is also a very powerful mage. Are you playing group teleportation in front of him?"

Ryan's current large-scale group teleportation is not impossible, but it is too dangerous. It is too dangerous. The collective teleportation at the military level does not go from here to there with a "whoosh", but requires a casting process and casting time. This Not only will it consume a huge amount of Ryan's spiritual energy, but it is also easier to be interrupted and suffer devastating blows during the transmission process.

"My dear, what should we do now?" Veronica supported the injured Sulia, and the face of the Holy Witch was full of anxiety.

"There is no other way!" Ryan gritted his teeth and raised his spear: "Old Guards, follow me and move out!"

"The Angrond clan, for Granny and Grimnir, for the Eight Peaks Mountain!" Belegar responded enthusiastically.

The unique sound of horns spread across the battlefield, and the elite infantry regiments headed by the Brittanian Old Guards, Red Dragon Guards, and Unicorn Guards, as well as the Holy Grail Knights headed by the Brotherhood of Red Dragon Knights, dispatched.

The mountains of Brittany moved.

The slogans of the Old Guards shook the mountains and seas. Under Ryan's power, a rainbow bridge condensed into a solid entity from the land to the Middenheim Mountains!

The Old Guard, Holy Grail Knights, Angrond's Oath Guards, and a small number of elite knights and infantry followed Ryan on the Rainbow Bridge.

The final journey begins.

"Gelt!!!" Emperor Karl-Franz's roar also sounded in the imperial army formation: "Middenheim has been lost!"

"I know." Galt couldn't help his panic and anxiety. The great alchemist waved the staff of Wolan, and a large group of golden hounds appeared around him, tearing apart the chaos warriors in pieces. In the distance, there were more At least a hundred Chaos Chapters came to support, but the number of Imperial troops was decreasing every second.

"We must hurry, otherwise we will not be able to see the dawn of tomorrow!" Karl the Ascendant wielded Gal-Malaz's elementium and shot two Tzeentch God's Chosen warriors in the head. He could only use the most sincere way. Pleading with Gelt: "Find a way to send us to Middenheim. This is the only hope!"

The face behind the Gaelt metal mask became tangled, trying to send everyone in at once? Easier said than done? Does our emperor think he can do it again just because he created the Stormgate surprise attack and succeeded?

"Gelt!!!" Ascended Karl yelled: "Answer me!!!"

"My magic can't bring everyone with it!" The great alchemist was silent for a while, and then said: "At most a small part."

"Then just a small part!" the emperor shouted: "Quick!!!"

Galt finally nodded. The great alchemist tried his best to mobilize his power. A clear golden light appeared on the entire battlefield. Gold was flowing everywhere in the air. The molten metal rushed into the sky and was swept away in one fell swoop. Reinforcement, a golden bridge appeared in front of everyone, and with the emperor's shouts, the half-griffon knights, Rick's Guards, Sun Knights, Kronburg Great Sword Group, Blackstone Guards, Nur Armored Army and the emperor The private Griffin Sword Regiment embarked on the final battlefield, leaving most of the Imperial Army to delay the remaining enemies.

Similarly, the Elf Empire Army, who saw the problem, immediately launched the Age Oak Root Teleportation under the operation of Alarielle, and the trees rising from the ground opened a path for the Army of Life.

Malekith chose the most dangerous decision. He activated the power of his shadow wind, engulfed part of his elven army, and turned it directly into a dirty undercurrent towards Middenheim. This move was very dangerous. But the Eternal King has no other choice.

Most of the Elf Empire Army left, and Orika, the Pale Queen of the Elf Underground God System, was left behind. Orika was so angry that her face turned blue. She had to take over the command and was responsible for delaying the remaining main force of the Chaos Army and serving the master. They create opportunities.

Vlad also noticed the loss of Middenheim. To be honest, the Lord of Death was very reluctant to get close to Middenheim. The holy fire there would cause great harm to Vlad, but the situation in front of him was already like this. Even if Vlad didn't want to, he could only turn into a bat himself and fly directly to Middenheim.

Perhaps only the incarnation of the Death Wind does not need to consider the issue of the army. Vlad knew that as long as he arrived inside Middenheim, he would have countless corpse pits to summon the undead army to fight. He left Luther Harken behind. , Arkhan and others just ordered the Terror Beast to take Gul and move towards the mountain.

Only halfway through the flight, a beautiful figure stopped in front of Vlad. She let out a silver bell-like laughter, mixed with the devil's whisper and extreme resentment: "Where are you going? My dear, I'm here. Well, husband, the world is about to end. Before that, don’t you plan to give your wife a final hug?”

"..." Vlad looked intently at Isabella, his wife. He knew that Isabella had been possessed by a Nurgle demon at this time, but this person was his wife. Isabella was still as beautiful as when they were married hundreds of years ago, and Vlad knew that there was no way he could give up on Isabella, ever.

"Very good, let us hug one last time before the world is destroyed." Vlad gave up his plan to quickly enter the city. He reappeared, and the Lord of Death raised his blood-drinking sword: "Come on."

In the history of history, the couple started a duel again. Isabella and Vlad, who were controlled by the devil, actually fought a draw. Vlad was forced to use all his sword skills and combined all his fighting experience to become the master. Being able to suppress his wife, he noticed the poison on Isabella's sword, which was a gift from Nurgle. Vlad could not let himself be touched by this poison, otherwise even if he did not die, his strength would be greatly reduced.

When the whole city of Middenheim was on fire, the couple had a gorgeous duel on the city wall. Every second, the Lord of Death was pouring the wind of death into Isabella's body, which made the sojourner The Great Demon of Nurgle in Isabella's body was in great pain, and Isabella's counterattack came extremely quickly. Vlad's body was cut into hundreds of pieces in the blink of an eye, but the Lord of Death was immediately resurrected. .

In his second life, Vlad rushed forward quickly, dodging all the attacks along the way, and allowed Isabella's long sword to pierce his heart tendon. He turned around and hugged his wife's body in his arms, holding Isabella in his arms. Bella's hands were clasped behind her back, and the Elector's wife gasped in pain. After all, her strength was not as strong as Vlad's, let alone the Lord of Death who was fused with the wind of death.

In the third life, Vlad, who was resurrected again, pinched his wife's chin hard. The eyes of the Lord of Death were full of affection. He looked at Isabella's perfect appearance. Every time, Isabella's beauty struck him. She was as intoxicated as when they were newly married. Vlad sighed: "Accept my love, Isa, my wife."

All Isabella's words were blocked in her mouth. Vlad bit his wife's lips suddenly. Their fangs collided together. The mouth was filled with the taste of blood. The strong and pure wind of death flowed from Vlad. After pouring it into Isabella's body, the Nurgle demon who controlled the Elector's wife screamed in despair until Isabella's whole body turned into a withered and stiff amethyst.

Holding back the severe pain, Vlad pulled out the Von Carstein ring from his finger before his wife died completely, and suddenly put it on Isabella's hand. After doing all this, Vlad will The amethyst in the shape of his wife pushed hard, causing the amethyst to fall down the Middenheim Mountain. He knelt on one knee on the city wall and smiled.

The great demon of Nurgle inhabiting Isabella will die, and his wife Isabella will be reborn.

But Vlad was very weak at this time, very weak. He was vomiting blood and gasping for air. He felt someone approaching quickly from behind, and he was suppressed and stood up before he could react.

Nippon's famous sword, Chikuzen Kokarasuma Onikiri, pressed on Vlad's shoulder and slowly extended it, creating a stream of sparks on Vlad's armor. The body of the Lord of Death was shaken, and his tone was a little stiff: "You coming?"

"Why can't I come?" Blood Dragon Ancestor Amber Wallace appeared behind Vlad.

"Of course you can come, so are you here to kill me?" Vlad can move, but there is no need. He knows very well that the ancestor of the blood dragon, Amber Wallace, only needs a flick of his wrist in this case. Then you can kill him: "Then the wind of death will be yours."

"I have no interest in the wind of death." Amber Wallace whispered: "We agreed before that I owe you once, right?"

"right."

"Now, this is back to you." Chikuzen Karasuma Onikiri withdrew, and the Blood Dragon Ancestor looked at the city of Middenheim: "I came here this time to fulfill the agreement with my old friend."

"Then, I wish you a nice day." Vlad immediately turned into a bat and left, not daring to stay a second longer.

…………I am the dividing line to fulfill the agreement…………

The city of Middenheim fell so quickly that the army of Order outside the city was forced to break into pieces. When each led their elites to try to break into the city of Middenheim to prevent Archaon from marching towards Castle Ulric, the duel inside the city also began. The end is near.

Charlemagne's chosen champion, Woten, and the eternal chosen champion, Archaon, are engaged in an unprecedented championship showdown.

The light of the divine hammer Gale-Malaz collided with the demonic flames, and the flames emanating from the golden gryphon master rune full-body plate armor on Woten's body and the Chaos mark on Moka's armor complemented each other.

The attacks from both sides were a domineering war dance that could not be looked directly at. Woten's moves were fierce, and Gael Maraz broke through all defenses.

Archaon was flawless, the Kingslayer kept spitting out sparks, and the Eye of Sherron on his forehead kept seeing Volten's attacks, blocking every sure-fire swing of Gale-Malaz.

The two sides seemed to be evenly matched, but after all, Woten was just a pure warrior, not a mage. Archaon kept summoning demonic flames, and the chaos mark on his forehead shot out lasers. When Woten tried to dodge, he had to pay some effort. The price - he was struck twice by Archaon's sword in the thigh and once by Archaon's sword in the shoulder.

Charlemagne's chosen champion was injured. Woten endured the pain and continued to fight in high spirits. Under his call, the morale of the Middenheim defenders was also high. More importantly, the fire of Ulric was always burning brightly. The flames of the White Wolf God strengthened the power of each Miden leader and suppressed the power of chaos. The Chaos warriors who rushed into the city were obviously much weaker, and the Chaos runes on their bodies were no longer so bright.

Finally, Woten seized an opportunity. He forcibly withstood the demonic flames released by Archaon, and used Gael-Malaz to hit the top of Archaon's shield. The upper part of the shield that could withstand the attack of the Chaos Demon was instantly shattered. Cracking, Archaon stumbled and took a step back reluctantly.

This small victory gave Woten hope, but it also opened the door wide. When Woten was about to continue to consolidate this tiny advantage, he suddenly felt a sharp pain behind him. When he lowered his head, he saw three The warpstone blade pierced his chest from behind.

Watten staggered forward a few steps, and Charlemagne's chosen champion fell to the ground unwillingly and slowly closed his eyes.

Charlemagne's chosen champion, the religious leader of the empire, the lord of Middenheim, and the hero of thousands of people, Woten, fell at the gate of Middenheim.

"No!!!" Archaon's angry roar came faster than Death Master Snitch's celebration voice. The Eternal Chosen became furious. He looked at the dead Woten and moved towards the body of Charlemagne's Chosen Champion. Snitch shouted, "He's mine! Mine!!!"

Snitch suddenly felt that something was wrong. The Master of Death was lifted up by Archaon like a chicken. He quickly took out a smoke bomb and wanted to use ninjutsu to escape: "Hidden!"

It was too late, Archaon's Eye of Sherron had already seen through Snitch's trick, and the Kingslayer was sent out, piercing Snitch's body. The Eternal Chosen was extremely angry: "Dare you interrupt my duel? Die. stop!!!"

The right paw of the Eshin clan and the acting leader, Master of Death, Snitch, who had created hundreds of perfect assassinations all over the world, fell at the gate of Middenheim and died at the hands of Archaon, the Eternal Chosen One.

The death of two legends in a row caused chaos at the gate of Middenheim. The defenders of Middenheim saw Woten being killed with their own eyes, and their morale almost collapsed. The timid ones fled one after another, and only a few warriors were still fighting desperately.

The Skaven and most of the Chaos Army were stunned by the scene before them. Aren't the Rats friendly forces?

At this time, a warrior saved everything.

The holy mercenary from the southern country, the bounty hunter Brenner, stood up. He threw a flash bomb among the chaos, and then pulled out a six-round revolver from his waist and fired with incomparable force. The firm will was aimed at the furious Eternal Chosen, and with the endless divine power that could frighten anyone at a glance, he resolutely pulled the trigger.

"Noon has arrived!"

Six gunshots rang out, and six bullets flew towards the gap in Archaon's Crown of Dominance with incomparable accuracy.

"Little trick!" Archaon blocked these six bullets easily, and the Eternal Chosen sneered, watching the mortals overestimating their own capabilities.

"Blessed shot!" Who knew it wasn't over yet? Brenner immediately pulled out a double-barreled rune gun from his arms and fired a double-volley salvo at Archaon, carrying two warpstone bullets. With the force of an explosion, it hit Archaon's helmet directly!

"Hmm!" Archaon was staggered by the blow. The Eternal Chosen really didn't understand the power of the dimension stone bullets, so he took a step back.

"Quick!" The two White Wolf monks seized this opportunity and quickly grabbed the divine hammer Gale Maraz from Woten's body!

Seeing that his goal was accomplished, Brenner nodded. The bounty hunter took out his sword, intending to buy time for the White Wolf monks and White Wolf knights to retreat. He resolutely moved forward and fired towards the Eternal God. challenge.

Just two minutes later, Brenner's broken body fell onto the streets of Middenheim, blood staining the stone slabs.

With all his myths and a legendary life as a mercenary, the veteran Sanctuary strongman of the Southern Kingdom, one of the most famous mercenaries in the old world, Angron's close comrade-in-arms, the bounty hunter Brenner fell in Midden. Gate of Helm.

Archaon disdainfully stepped on Brenner's head under his iron boots. With a little force, his head exploded. Just as the Eternal Chosen was about to move forward, a flash of white light forced him back.

Tyrion, the incarnation of the Wind of Light and the descendant of Alario, emerged from the radiant light.

"Are you here to die one by one?" Archaon sneered, "That's really good."

Tyrion ignored Archaon's declaration. The incarnation of the wind of light ordered Boris behind him: "Quick, go and reorganize Middenheim's defense, and I will hold back the Eternal Chosen!"

White Wolf Elector Boris gasped for air, guilt still bothering him.

Old guy, it's all your fault!

But at least before you die, you must at least do something for this city and the empire!

"Okay, leave it to you! You loser dog!" Boris patted Tyrion hard. Nearby, the Middenheim defenders were rejoicing for the return of the Elector: "Don't die!"

"You too, the lost lone wolf," Tyrion smiled, and pointed the sun sword at Archaon: "Come on, Eternal Chosen One."

"Tyrion, the descendant of Alario, the guardian of Ulthuan, the war lord, and the grand master and regent, will be your opponent!"

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