The Sun King's Evidence

At night, above Turis Castle, a group of knights shouted loudly.

"The Blood Red Duke conferred the head title!"

"The Blood Red Duke conferred the head title!"

"The Blood Red Duke conferred the head title!"

The Poseidon knights galloped around the castle on their war horses. The leader of the banner held the head of the Blood Red Duke high, motivating the defenders everywhere. When the defenders in Turis Castle saw that the Blood Red Duke was dead, their morale was high.

Outside the castle, the vampire army was gradually approaching the castle. The vampire army neither beat drums nor made loud noises when attacking. Everything seemed so quiet.

A huge army of zombies and skeletons silently approached Turis Castle. What was quite strange was that this army was almost only composed of zombies and skeletons, and even the number of barren tomb guards was very small.

The undead army gradually approached. The troops guarding the castle were still immersed in the joy of wiping out the Blood Red Duke. They didn't pay attention at all. Only a few sergeants took out their longbows, ignited flames on the arrow tips, and then shot towards the other side of the river.

"Hey~" This is what the defenders must do when defending at night. Every minute or two, rockets will be shot from the city wall to detect nearby movements.

The rocket fell, fell into the undead army, and pierced the shoulder of a zombie. The corpse oil was ignited, and the zombie immediately turned to ashes in the flames.

"Enemy attack!" A shrill cry came from the castle, and the human army immediately responded quickly. They regrouped, the serf archers drew their short bows, the pike infantry regiment and the swordsman infantry regiment gathered, and then Hordes of knights errant.

The long confrontation allowed the defenders to react quickly. When the zombie army's ladder had just been set up on the city wall, the defenders in the castle were fully ready for battle.

A fierce war was inevitable, but after more than half an hour of fierce fighting, both Bo Derek and Francois felt strange, and even the serfs felt that something was not right.

The vampire's offensive looked fierce, but in fact, it was very weak. The large groups of zombies and skeletons were indeed numerous. However, after fighting for a period of time, the defenders discovered that the high-ranking soldiers were completely missing from the undead army. The powerful tomb guards, undead knights, and bloodthirsty ghosts all disappeared.

Their enemies were only endless waves of corpses and skeleton legions.

The strength of these armies can even suppress serfs, because the necromancer's control over zombies or skeletons is extremely weak. As long as they receive any damage, these undead will immediately fall to the ground and lose control.

The more the serfs fought, the more confident they became, and the more they fought, the higher their morale became. They firmly contained the momentum of the undead army on the city walls and city gates. If Bodrick hadn't been worried about traps and strictly prohibited attacks, the serfs even felt that they could control the undead army. These undead bastards rushed to the bottom of the river to feed the fish.

"Fire~cannon~~" the dwarf engineer Dugan shouted, and the heavy cannon was launched. A cannon flew out and blasted a whole straight line in the formation of the undead army, and dozens of zombies were blown to pieces.

No matter how you look at it, the defenders firmly have the upper hand, but the undead have always maintained their current tactics of adding fuel to the fire.

"The situation is very strange." In the inner castle, Bodrick and Francois were watching the battle surrounded by knights. Duke Bordeaux said strangely: "The blood knights, bloodthirsty ghosts, and bloodthirsty bats It’s understandable that wolves don’t join the fight, but vampires don’t even have tomb guards, right? I can take care of these bastards with a single charge led by the Poseidon Knights.”

"I don't know. The Red Duke is dead. I don't know who is commanding these undead armies now. It's hard for me to judge whether the other party has other plans or a carefully designed trap." Francois shook his head slightly.

Duke Winford is known as the enemy of the undead. Heinrich Kemmler, the great wizard of the undead, was defeated by him. Francois knew very well that the vampires who had lost the Red Duke and their siege weapons no longer had the ability to capture the castle. The conditions are met, so Francois's idea is to rely on high walls and city defenses, the undead will definitely collapse first.

The war entered a stalemate stage, and the battle on the city wall was very lively, but not tragic.

The night battle continued until dawn. After the first hint of fish belly white appeared on the sky, the undead army began to collapse and retreat in full. When Bo Derek appeared on the city wall, an incredible scene happened in front of him.

The vampire army's position on the other side of the river was empty. All the troops had withdrawn, and the remaining undead bastards were abandoned. They lost control and turned into real corpses.

After a long night of fighting, the entire human defenders of the castle felt extremely exhausted. They were no longer able to chase the vampire army. Bo Derek ordered the corpses to be burned and the battlefield to be cleared.

Ryan also came. Bo Derek, Francois, Ryan, Julius and others looked at the empty vampire army camp and remained silent for a long time.

Julius said seriously: "It looks like...the vampires have retreated?"

"No... based on my understanding of vampires, it's not like the other party will give up so easily. Even if they really plan to retreat, they won't do it this way." Francois was very surprised: "Generally speaking, If the vampires plan to retreat, they will simply use all their troops to fight. If they really can't win, they will choose to use a large group of zombies and skeletons to mess with the rear..."

Suddenly, Francois thought of something. He first looked up at the head of the Red Duke hanging on the banner on the city wall, then looked at Ryan, and then turned his attention to the vampire camp.

The Duke's face changed greatly: "Oh no! This is not a retreat, this is a strategic shift. They want revenge, they want revenge on the Red Duke! Ryan, it's bad, the vampire army must be heading towards your territory with people." Got it!!!"

Francois loved Sulia very much. The Duke, who realized that his daughter was in danger, was even a little confused. He opened his mouth for a long time and looked anxious: "They must have set off overnight. Damn it, your territory is empty now. We have no guards." You may not be able to catch up with the undead.”

"Quick! Let's gather the knights and go to catch up immediately. You helped me before, now it's my turn to help you!" Duke Bordeaux also immediately realized that something was wrong, and he immediately said to his lieutenant, Sir Houlf. : "Calling all the knights immediately, we will march directly to catch up with the vampire army!"

"No." Ryan waved his hand to indicate no.

"Why??" Julius, who was worried about his sister, first said doubtfully.

"Let them go." Ryan showed a meaningful expression: "They can't reach my territory."

"I will never be able to arrive, and I will never be able to come back."

…………

It was the afternoon of the next day.

The banquet continued inside the Shalon Forest, in the forest valleys, and in the open-air courtyard. Grilled browned tuna steaks, delicious butter beer, and fresh cauliflower were common foods in the old world that were very important to the Emperor and Guilliman. It was a rare delicacy, and the emperor even said that he had not tasted the taste of real beef for 20,000 years.

The open space in the open-air courtyard was filled with various food remains, as if several griffons were passing through.

Rays of sunlight shone through the forest on the wooden table, where the Emperor, Guilliman and Angron were discussing matters.

"You said you trusted us, so you handed over the Great Crusade to us, and you wanted to return to Terra to continue your plan. When we asked you what your plan was, you didn't trust us, so you didn't say a word. Instead, he deceived us with the so-called imperial truth." Angron took a sip of butterbeer and complained nonstop: "Father, you should be responsible for Horus's corruption and betrayal."

Guilliman's hands were trembling a little. The Primarch of the Ultramarines and the current Imperial Regent turned his attention to his father with some expectation and some fear, waiting for his answer.

The emperor's face was as cold as the eternal frozen soil of the Far North, but he still spoke.

"The original gene is a being that I created to serve as my deputy and subordinate. I originally created you because I couldn't be separated from too many things. I hope someone can help me." After a long silence, The Emperor spoke.

Guilliman and Angron both nodded to express their understanding. On this point, all Primarchs agreed.

"But as you know, something went wrong. When I created you, I used the power of subspace, which made my plan known to the Four Gods of Chaos. After you were created, the Four Gods of Chaos God launched a terrible warp storm and swept you all away." The Emperor picked up the coffee cup, added milk and a little sugar, and continued: "This is one of the reasons why I launched the Great Crusade. You are mine. Children are also my proud creation, I must find you back."

"After the Great Crusade, I retrieved you who have grown up one by one, but many of the Primarchs were deeply corrupted when they were swept away by the subspace storm. For example, Angron, I used to have the Butcher's Nail on you. I tried all kinds of methods, but in the end, my imperial doctor told me that unless I kill you, it is impossible for me to remove the Butcher's Nails from your body." The emperor's expression changed slightly: "You have become a A madman, a complete madman, but I can't kill him. I always think that maybe I will find another way in the future, and many Primarchs are like this."

Angron and Guilliman looked sad, what happened, and so many years had passed.

"What about Horus? Among us, you trust him the most and like him the most. You also appointed him as Warmaster, but he eventually embarked on the road of betrayal and led half of the legions to rebel." Kiri Mann continued.

"Horus was once the Primarch that I valued most and had the greatest hope of inheriting my will." The Emperor recalled the heroic duel, and a trace of pain flashed across his face: "But he After all, I still couldn't understand my painstaking efforts, because that time, the four gods of chaos personally took action and distorted his entire mind, and I still had the illusion that Horus did not betray me from a certain perspective, but He cannot fight against the full power of the Four Gods of Chaos.”

"I led the World Eaters Legion and was the first to join Horus's team." Angron said mockingly: "I had fallen into madness at that time. I just wanted to satisfy my bloodthirsty desire and revenge. "

Roboute Guilliman had more in mind.

The Emperor generously told his son the truth, which gave him more understanding. Before, he had always felt that his father regarded the Primarchs as tools, not subordinates, but tools, just like File in craftsman's hand.

"You don't completely distrust us, nor do you completely trust us. You only have a limited degree of trust in us, so you can safely leave us and return to Terra to build the webway, but you are unwilling to reveal the secrets of the webway. , the only one you can fully trust is Malcador, your close comrade." Guilliman's words hit the nail on the head.

"That's because it turns out that none of you are reliable. The only one who is truly reliable is Malcador, my friend, my closest comrade-in-arms, and my most trusted servant." The emperor's words also hit home: "It turns out that I was right, half of the Primarch chose to betray, and the lower half may be trustworthy after being tested, but by then it was too late."

Both Guilliman and Angron set their sights on Fulgrim, who was locked in the instrument. Caul, the great sage of the Mechanicus, was debugging the machine. Guilliman felt that Caul must have been eavesdropping on their conversation.

This kind of conversation atmosphere made the two originals feel very relaxed. They felt like they were speaking out openly. This made them feel very comfortable, and it truly felt like a father and son.

"Now that Fulgrim is back, who is next? Father." Guilliman didn't want to talk about this issue anymore.

"Vulkan is wandering outside the galaxy. He has received my order to return. Clarkson has been recovered by me and is now receiving treatment on Terra." The emperor's face returned to that expressionless expression. Appearance: "He entered the Eye of Terror alone. Fortunately, he was not completely dead when I found him."

"A certain idiot who doesn't like to obey traffic rules has been wandering in the Black Elda's webway for ten thousand years without finding an exit. If he wants to return, he must wait until we repair the webway. Dorn's whereabouts are unknown for the time being, and I don't know either. It’s unclear where he went, but he’s probably still alive.”

"Where's Russ?" Guilliman was most concerned about the whereabouts of his brothers, and when he heard Russ's name, Angron turned his head away with some disdain and awkwardness, and turned to his half roast chicken.

"Russ is here..." Before the emperor could say anything more, a forbidden soldier came to the emperor's side: "Your Majesty, there is an army of tens of thousands of undead coming here. At the current speed, in two days They'll be close here in an hour."

"???" The emperor frowned and turned his attention to Angron: "Didn't Ryan go to the front line to fight against the vampire army?"

"Hey, my stupid brother, it's obvious that he messed up everything. It seems it's time for my brother to take action, hehehe." Angron laughed nonchalantly, with a look of eagerness to try.

No matter what Guilliman thought, this guy Angron looked like he couldn't wait to show off his skills.

"It seems that someone does not want us to continue this symposium and banquet." The Emperor stood up, and almost instinctively, Guilliman and Angron also stood up at the same time.

"Let's go, let us solve the problem, Angron, haven't you always hoped to have the opportunity to fight alongside me?" The Emperor's sword burning with golden flames was unsheathed, and the Lord of Humanity said lightly.

"Of course, Father."

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