The Sun King's Evidence

In the sanatorium, Salia's followers are having a carnival.

Outside the sanatorium, the wind of chaos began to sweep across this prosperous land.

As the winds of Chaos become more violent, the realm of Nurgle begins to emerge, and hordes of Nurgle demons are entering the material world under the terrible will of the evil god.

First, there are groups of Nurglings. These little things with fat bodies and big mouths are emitting a charming green light. They look like elves in the night, but they are not cute at all. On the contrary, the appearance of these creatures It means the prevalence of poisonous gas and germs.

Then, there are large groups of Chaos Warriors. Hundreds of Chaos Warriors are pouring into the battlefield at the call of the evil god. These Nurgle Chaos Warriors are holding rusty or even tattered weapons, and their green armors There are holes all over them that have been corroded. What’s even more terrifying is that their bodies are just like their weapons and armor. They are sickly, with swollen limbs covered with various tumors and knots. Their round bellies have been torn open and thick. The fat and intestines are exposed outside the limbs.

Groups of Chaos Demons appeared behind the Chaos Warriors. Most of them had fat bodies and rotten bodies. The Chaos Army was gradually entering the battlefield, and some Chaos Army had begun to approach the sanatorium.

"Oh my god, what is that?" The appearance of a large group of Chaos Demons and Chaos Warriors attracted the attention of nearby serfs, who looked at this terrifying army with dull eyes.

"Help...help!"

"Oh my God, the end is coming!"

"My lady, help me!"

The serfs fled in all directions. They fled for their lives in endless panic. They were killed on the spot as they fled. Wherever the rotten army passed, all the farmland turned into quagmire, all the food turned into silt, and all living things were destroyed. Disease loomed, and black flies surrounded the green army, marching through the dark fields.

The number of this Chaos army gathered more and more. When the number of the army exceeded three hundred, the first Nurgle God's Chosen Warrior appeared.

(I emphasize that I am not the chosen champion)

This is a giant humanoid creature with a height of more than 2.4 meters. It has an extremely bloated body and a foul smell. A round helmet completely covers its huge head from front to back, with only a few holes in front of the helmet. The small hole seems to be used to see outside. This creature is like a ball full of spikes, hanging with various hooks and iron rods. The skin behind their armor melts at the touch of Nurgle's love and blessing. , they had to use ropes and heavy plate armor to wrap themselves up to prevent their internal organs from flowing out.

They have long lost their sense of pain. In their mouths, the evil god is a kind and fat grandfather. He is tolerant and tolerant of everyone, just like a kind father leading his beloved son.

Therefore, as beloved sons, the God-chosen warriors are also willing to fight endlessly for their loving father.

Behind this divinely chosen warrior, more divinely chosen warriors appeared, and streams of turbid slurry flowed from their armors.

In the sanatorium, the Archbishop of the Goddess of Mercy Church turned pale when he heard the report of the escaped serfs. The middle-aged beautiful woman murmured to herself: "I should have thought of it, I should have thought of it a long time ago."

"Why was the sanatorium where a specific malaria drug was developed immediately caught in a fire and burned to the ground? I should have thought of this earlier." The Archbishop of Mercy's body was crumbling, and she realized that she should have thought of this.

The fire was not an accident at all, but the evil god did not allow the emergence of special medicine!

She should have thought of it, but the entire Church of the Goddess of Mercy was completely immersed in the joy of the epoch-making discovery and cure of stubborn diseases. She and the pastor of the church did not think about this issue carefully at all!

The guard beside her rushed up to support her: "Archbishop, what should we do now??"

"...Transfer, transfer the wounded and patients in the sanatorium. Jon, send someone to report to the Palace of Curona! Ask His Majesty Richard to send troops to assist. Raymond, take this, go to the Holy Grail Cathedral, and ask Mo Her Highness Jaina is leading the Holy Grail Knights to come to the rescue!" The Archbishop immediately ordered, and she took out two silver badges one after another. In the middle of the badge was a white dove.

This is the holy symbol of Thalia, the goddess of mercy.

"Yes!" A temple guard immediately left on horseback.

"Also, immediately put that roll of parchment...what?" The Archbishop picked up the rotten roll of parchment.

The words and images on the paper disappeared.

"Archbishop, it's okay. We have memorized the recipe. Let's go quickly, Archbishop! Otherwise we will be surrounded!" A temple guard said anxiously.

"...Go, retreat, retreat, protect the patients, retreat!" The Archbishop made the decision to retreat. She looked at the sanatorium outside the city with reluctance, which the Goddess of Mercy Church had spent a lot of effort to build.

The Church of the Goddess of Mercy has never been a particularly wealthy church, because they always spend a lot of effort to help the poor and sick. However, the huge number and needs of the poor make this work even more difficult, and the best doctors are often eliminated. Controlled by powerful churches such as the Church of Justice or the Order of Saints, or serving in the palace, the Church of the Goddess of Mercy can often only treat some simple minor symptoms, and the doctors of the church are always under conditions of overwork and scarcity of supplies.

However, the church has always received generous funding and support from many great nobles, because the great nobles do not want infectious diseases to spread among their subjects. The noble ladies like to express their kindness in this way, and in return, They can dress up and socialize in the Church of the Goddess of Mercy, and on their birthdays, Salia's priest will appear to bless her.

Therefore, the Church of the Lady of Mercy may be one of the most universally loved and admired churches in the Old World, loved by both commoners and nobles.

"Withdraw! Withdraw!" There were dozens of temple guards, including many temple knights. Coupled with the militiamen who came from nearby after hearing the news, the Goddess of Mercy Church quickly organized a team of two There are more than a hundred troops, and many militia teams are joining.

In the distance, Nurgle's army is rolling in. These chaotic creatures crush everything they see, carving a path of decay in the prosperous wilderness of Kurona. Fortunately, just like their master Nurgle, Likewise, the speed of this army was much slower than that of a normal Chaos army. They took heavy steps and rushed towards the sanatorium step by step.

The army did not run far because they had to protect the wounded, but Nurgle's army finally approached.

"Fire arrows!" the temple guards shouted loudly. The serf archers took off the short bows from their backs and released a shower of arrows in the direction of Nurgle's army.

"Ah! Woo! Master, save me!" Many fragile Nurglings were hit. They screamed and floated in the air, and then quickly exploded into blood mist, leaving behind a green gas and a stream of blood. A stench.

The dead Nurglings could not scare away the Chaos warriors. Under the command of the chosen warriors of Nurgle, they advanced slowly. The arrows of the serf archers had no effect on them. Those arrows lacking strength and accuracy might It can penetrate the ulcerated skin and swollen pustules of Chaos warriors, but that's about it.

Nurgle loves each of its followers. Its followers have long been deprived of the sense of pain by their masters. They will no longer feel pain. In the midst of endless rebirth and constant decay, Nurgle's army is approaching.

At this time, the number of Nurgle's army had swelled to more than two thousand, and the Church of the Goddess of Mercy had also gathered hundreds of militiamen.

"Concentrate, form a formation, and prepare to meet the enemy!" the temple guard yelled.

The serfs raised their spears tremblingly, chanting the name of the Lake Fairy or the goddess of mercy, Thalia. The knights had not arrived yet, and they had to face the Chaos army in front of them alone.

The hearts of many serfs were shrouded in complete fear. Those tall Chaos warriors who had no longer human form, and those Nurgle God's Chosen Warriors who were like hills were oppressing and torturing their hearts.

The tip of the spear was trembling wildly.

As they got closer, the first Chaos Warrior rushed into the spear formation formed by the serf infantry with a spear on his head. Although his body was penetrated by several spears, they seemed to feel no pain due to the blessing of the evil god. This powerful Chaos Warrior ignored it. The spear churning inside his body was chopped down with the axe, and the spearman at the front died instantly.

Then it grabbed a desperate serf and smashed his iron-helmeted head hard.

Brains flew out, and half of the serf's head was smashed off.

"Ahhhhh!" The nearby serf spearmen saw the terrifying scene in front of them. Their morale plummeted, and almost all the serfs were shaken. This chaos warrior attracted the attention of all the nearby serfs and guarded the temple. Under his command, a dozen serfs stabbed at the Chaos warrior with their spears.

"Pfft!" The spears encountered almost no obstruction, and they all penetrated the flesh smoothly, pricking the Chaos warrior into a hedgehog.

The Chaos Warrior finally fell to the ground under multiple fatal attacks. It killed five or six serfs in a row before dying, and was finally stabbed through the neck and killed.

No infantryman had the energy to cheer for victory, because more Chaos warriors rushed into the military formation, and the Chosen Warriors of Nurgle appeared. They strode into the military formation, and three heads flew up with one strike of an axe.

The infantrymen collapsed.

"Help! My lady, help me!"

"No, I don't want to die."

"My lady, have mercy on me."

"Lady Thalia, please grant me courage!"

"Uhhhhhhhhhh!"

After only holding on for a minute, the serf infantry regiment collapsed. Almost all the serfs were screaming for their lives, with extreme fear on their faces. They were using their hands and feet to retreat from the crowd. They had already Totally lost fighting spirit.

The collapse of one front led to the collapse of the entire battlefield. Although the temple guards fought with all their strength, they were outnumbered and drowned in the tide of Nurgle's army.

At this time, the wounded and sick who were at the rear were exposed to Nurgle's army.

The brutal massacre began. A large number of wounded, broken soldiers and patients were scattered in the wilderness. They desperately called out the names of the Lake Fairy and the gods they believed in, as well as the names of the Holy Grail Knights they knew, but they never got any answers. In response, the Chaos warriors used rusty swords and great axes to slowly tear them apart. The Chaos demons sprayed large streams of acid, and many of the wounded and sick were corroded into a ball of blood.

The despair of mortals has been transmitted to the mysterious subspace, and the wind of magic becomes more and more violent.

The Corruption Realm is finally fully connected to the Prime Material World.

A large green mass was released into the real world by Nurgle.

From the outside, this thing looks like a big fat man four meters tall. It is completely green, with an extremely fat and rotten body. Its face, which can no longer be called a face, has a bloody mouth and two round eyes. The fat on the chin has covered the neck. The huge broken belly fell to the ground before the stubby legs. The oily intestines hung outside. Many rotten heads hung on the two sharp corners. The creature held a With a giant sword, he cut in half the two temple knights who struggled to resist with one blow.

The Archbishop of the Goddess of Mercy looked back and took a breath of cold air: "This is... the Great Unclean One? The Great Demon of Chaos!"

"It's the big devil!" A temple knight shouted desperately.

"It's the big devil, we're doomed!"

"Dead! Everything will be completely destroyed under the hands of the big devil!"

"Ma'am, help us!"

Despair permeated the wilderness, and all humans were running away frantically, wanting to stay away from here and away from evil.

"Quick! Get out!" The resistance failed. The Church of the Goddess of Mercy could only run away like a lost dog. The distant sanatorium was already billowing with smoke, and many precious medicinal materials and books were reduced to ashes. The Archbishop of the Church of Mercy knew that he could not look back now. , otherwise they will end up perishing together. All they can do is escape, as far away as possible, so as to ensure that the formula of the special medicine is left behind to benefit the public.

"Catch them, destroy, formula!" The Great Demon of Nurgle spoke. It opened its bloody mouth, revealing a tongue more than two meters long, which was covered with countless There are pustules and moths, and there is a devil's face at the top of the long tongue. This face also has a mouth with dense fangs.

It is called the Festermaster, a great demon under Nurgle. Today, it will bring destruction and decay to the Knight Kingdom, and bring victory and souls back to the warp.

Under the threat of the Great Demon, Nurgle's army regrouped. The Chaos Warriors and Chaos Daemons reluctantly gave up and continued to slaughter mortals. They formed a loose and disorganized queue, preparing to march towards Kurona.

"Duwu~duwu~"

While the Chaos army was still gathering, a loud horn sounded in the distance of the wilderness. The sound was like the roar of a lion, driving away evil and bringing light in the dark night sky.

"Duwu~duwu~"

"Here we come~ Weak, fragile, mortal." The Pus Controller spat out a stream of acid, melting the Chaos Warrior in front of it into slag. It opened its big mouth and glared into the distance.

At the end of the field, the sound of intensive horse hooves sounded.

Shining armor, held high flags, forest-like lances, various coats of arms, and dazzling brilliance. On one side of the horizon, the light dispels the darkness, and the light of hope pours into the collapsed human hearts.

The knights are coming.

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