The Sun King's Evidence

In early April, Musilon, a cursed place.

Ryan, Francois, Birhemond, Morgiana, and Calard led the last remaining force in Britannia and marched along the Grismoray River.

The Tomb of Landuin was not far away. In the early spring, a thin drizzle began to fall in the sky. The spring thunder resounded through the swamps of Mousilon, casting a thick shadow on this army.

Everyone can feel that the battle is approaching. The knights are preparing their armor, the prophets of the Lake God are chanting incantations, the musketeers are checking their firearms, and the dwarves are singing loudly, singing the story of the dwarves' mountain kingdom.

The five saintly warriors rode in front, and the fine spring rain slapped Ryan's psychically crafted power armor. This armor had been damaged many times, but Ryan could always repair it by stimulating it with psychic energy.

Now, the God-chosen champion of the Fairy of the Lake has taken out the Nemesis. The runes on the sword of this artifact are shining brightly. The blessing and power of the Lord of Mankind are added to the sword, and a light blue light envelopes Ryan. He felt the silver flames burning on the sword with his hands and remained silent.

As expected, both Angron and the Custodes rejected Lion's request to dispatch.

Ryan was originally unable to command the Emperor's Imperial Army. These four corncobs received the Emperor's instructions and now guard the pregnant female knight 24 hours a day. They will not be dispatched at all due to Ryan's request.

As for Angron, after Ryan used psychic powers to talk to Angron, the World Eater Primarch laughed and said that I am not your bodyguard or your subordinate, I am just your brother, you are Gray Primarch of the Knights, I will not help you, just like my father did not help me. You must shoulder the responsibilities and obligations of being a Primarch, and walk the path that you are destined to go through as a Primarch.

After hearing this, Ryan smiled helplessly. Ten thousand years have passed, and Angron still holds a grudge.

But from a certain perspective, what Angron said does make sense. Whether it is the Emperor or Angron, they do not want Ryan to become dependent on them. In this dark era, the only person Ryan can rely on is himself. .

A weak wind mixed with fine drizzle continued to blow from the southwest. As spring came, the snow gradually began to melt. The roads throughout Musilon became extremely muddy, making it very difficult for the knights to advance.

The undead may not have any plans to build roads at all. Vampires like swamps because swamps will not affect the undead's movements, but will greatly hinder other armies.

"You should have told me the situation earlier, boy Ryan." Duke of Bastogne, "Beast Butcher" Bohemond was wearing a set of artifacts enchanted rune plate armor "Breath of the Fire Dragon", and he pulled his armored elf He pulled the reins of the war horse and said to Ryan in a rough voice: "It is the duty of all knights in the entire kingdom to protect the land given to us by the goddess. You should not take the recovery of Mousilon as your own business."

The Red Dragon Duke has obviously wanted to participate in this war for a long time. In the past few years, he has not gained any major honors or military exploits. He has only frequently wiped out the beastman tribes in the Arden Forest. When Francois and Ryan When he defeated the Great Undead Wizard Kemmler and his Tomb Legion in the Battle of Blackstone Stronghold and the Battle of La-Messnel Monastery and shocked the old world, Bohemond only killed a Beastman Beast King. This record is really enough to make this extremely pious and martial direct descendant of Arthur angry: "I won't not help you."

Ryan was speechless, thinking that if you help me, the nature of this war will change!

Duke Berhemond was a direct descendant of Arthur. He was born with the qualifications to be king. Even after John II was deposed, Berhemond was almost directly crowned king.

As one of the contenders for the throne, Ryan definitely does not want Berhemond to participate. The army of the Principality of Bastogne can participate in the recapture of Mousilon, but Berhemond himself cannot join. If it is not really forced, Helpless, Ryan would not write a letter to ask Bohemond to dispatch, because the conquest of Mousilon was a competition between him and Lawn.

But when Chaos appeared and when the Great Demon Tzeentch wanted to collect the holy relics, the situation changed. Now this war is no longer a fight for the throne.

Now, Ryan and others are fighting to protect this country!

"Bohemond, don't be so harsh on Ryan. No one could have predicted that this war would turn out like this." Francois still looked elegant and wise, and he persuaded him gently: " He wouldn't have let us provide support unless he had no choice."

"Huh?" Bohemond was full of questions at first. It took him a minute to think before he understood what Francois meant. He muttered: "I really have no interest in the throne, boy Ryan. Do you think I like to sit on the throne and deal with various government affairs all day long? Then you might as well kill me! I am a Holy Grail Knight, I am a descendant of Arthur, and the battlefield is my destination. In John II I refused once when Richard abdicated the throne, and I refused again when Richard was about to abdicate. I really don’t want to be the king.”

"Some things are not as simple as one's own wishes." Ryan also said frankly: "We understand each other, Sir Bohemond, but becoming a king is the choice of all nobles and ladies. Many times it has nothing to do with our own choices. , when the responsibility falls on our shoulders, we can only carry it, just like you don’t want to be a duke, you also made a choice between protecting the lady’s holy land and protecting your people.”

"Hahaha, I like what you said." Bohemond laughed loudly. He slapped Ryan on the shoulder with enough force to kill a cow: "Yes, life is a painful journey." Choice, many times we can only choose one of many paths, of course, if I can, I would like to say a word."

"I want them all!" Ryan smiled and stretched out his right hand, clenching it into a fist.

Several people laughed together.

"Do I want them all?" Kalad listened to the conversation between several people, his eyes were a little gloomy. If possible, he even hoped that he would not become a Knight of the Holy Grail. Along the way, he had lost too much.

Parents, brothers, lovers, mentors, and sisters, Kalad is now alone. Even though he is now honored and famous in the kingdom, he still often recalls the good old days and the happiness that passed through his fingers.

Kalad swore that every pain he experienced would make him stronger, and his rage would burn against the enemies of the goddess!

Wherever the army passed, all the villages, including the vampire's castle, were reduced to ruins, and all that could be seen was a wasteland.

Just fifteen kilometers away from Landuin's Tomb, the scouts had already sent news that the Tzeentch demonic army was slowly approaching Landuin's Tomb. The blood dragon vampire lord there refused to surrender to Chaos. The two sides launched a fierce offensive and defensive battle.

The ending is simple. No matter how strong the castle is, it cannot resist the attack of the Chaos Demon Army. The flames erupted from the Tzeentch Fire Demon and the Tzeentch Fire Chariot melted the castle. The vampire lord's desperate resistance cost the Tzeentch Demon Army a lot of money. The price was paid, but in the end it could only add a new military medal to the Destiny Weaver's record. The undead were burned into black coals, the castle melted in the face of the sorcery flames, and the Demonic Army of Tzeentch captured this place without spending much energy. Castle, the vampire lord was killed and his soul was completely destroyed by the Destiny Weaver.

"We're finally here." Carlos, the Destiny Weaver, spreads his wings. He can feel the infinite power flowing through his body. Neither the living nor the dead, nor anything else, can stop the Chaos Demonic Army.

The ravines and moats of the Castle of the Dead are filled with dead bones. The melted ruins of the castle make it impossible for even those with the best eyesight to recognize the outline of the past. When Carlos the Weaver of Destiny raised his head and looked into the distance, what he saw It's an army of Bretons.

"Interesting." Carlos opened his beak and let out a sharp cry: "The resistance of mortals is in vain. Now, let us destroy this country and everything we see!"

The Tzeentch demons were as strange as the ocean. Starting from a blur of horror demons, the screamers, Tzeentch fire demons, warblers, Tzeentch scribes, and the Tzeentch demon wizards all made crazy screams. Voice.

Destiny Weaver looked at his legion with pride. It possessed the most powerful army under Tzeentch. With the acquisition of the four holy objects, the passage between the realm of chaos and the main material world became more and more stable. In the strong Blowing by the wind of chaos, more Tzeentch demons have left for the mortal world.

There was no chance for the knightly army to complete their formation. With the last praise of Saint Tzeentch, this encounter began!

The left wing of the knightly army was composed of knights from the Principality of Winford. The sergeants under Francois immediately prepared for battle. The father-in-law clenched the unicorn sword in his hand. He knew that this would be a hard battle. .

The right wing of the chivalry army was composed of the Duke of Bordeaux and the knights of the Duchy of Bastogne. Berhemond carried a giant mace on his shoulders. He often used this weapon to fight against the beasts from the Arden Forest. people.

The central army consists of the combined forces of Llane and Kalad, the Imperial Army, and the Dwarven Army of the Angrond clan.

Barely waiting for the Alliance of Order to gain a foothold, the war broke out, and the Tzeentch demonic army attacked like a tide towards the knightly army.

"For the lady! For Brittany!"

"For Gruni! For Grimnir!"

"For Charlemagne! For the Empire! For Karl Franz! For Her Majesty the Countess!"

"For Kurnos and Isa! For Athel Loren!"

The coalition forces hurriedly prepared for battle. After the last prayer, the chivalry army immediately faced the enemy.

"Praise be to Trazech, praise be to the Lord of Destiny!"

Among the Chaos Demons, the voices praising Tzeentch could not be heard. The dwarf cannons and the Empire's heavy cannons opened fire immediately. The whizzing shells covered the front of the entire Tzeentch demon army. The muskets spit out tongues of fire and the halberds Roaring in the air, the solid bullets tore gaps one after another in the ranks of the Chaos Demons, and the exploding shrapnel swallowed up the Chaos Demon's body.

At this moment, the dwarf musketeers, Bastogne longbowmen, and wood elf rangers put aside their grudges against each other, and they united tightly to fight for the mortal world, like a downpour of arrows. The rain harvested the fragile Tzeentch demons. The dwarf infantry, human infantry and foot knights united to fight against the enemy. When demons approached the position, ruthless hand-to-hand combat broke out in front of the military formation. The few Tzeentch demons who were able to kill in front of the formation soon He soon fell under multiple sieges, was exiled and returned to the subspace.

The imperial army, under the command of Imperial General Dietrich, fired its artillery with all its strength. The Hellwind rocket launchers all fired up. Dozens of rockets like fireworks rose into the sky and landed among the Tzeentch demons. Hundreds of Tzeentch fire demons were thus The explosion killed thousands of Tzeentch demons on the spot.

The first wave of Tzeentch demons' attack was blocked, and the Knights' army immediately launched a counterattack under Ryan's order. The knights launched a charge under the cover of artillery fire and drove back the Tzeentch demons. Two Tzeentch fire chariots were riding on the knights. He was beaten to pieces by a gun attack.

But Destiny Weaver immediately discovered the power of the Imperial artillery. It stretched out its hand and chanted a spell. Dozens of witchcraft flames fell from the sky and blasted the Hellstorm rocket launchers to pieces. Several Imperial engineers and dozens of Imperial soldiers were directly on fire. It melted into debris in the waves, and the battle flag of Nuer's golden lion on a black background also burned into ashes.

Immediately afterwards, the fingertips of Carlos the Weaver of Destiny transformed into crystal light, and the twisted light of witchcraft enveloped the charging knights. Fully fifty knights turned into a twisted mass on the spot under Carlos' magic. Weeping pieces of flesh, and then Carlos summoned three phantom lights again. The halberdier line composed of the empire's halberdier and Ryan's infantry regiment was swept by the phantom light, and the mortals turned into fly ash on the spot.

Destiny Weaver was very satisfied with its results. When it wanted to continue its spellcasting, a scream interrupted its spellcasting: "Urenor Lightning Bolt!"

Morgiana, the witch of the Lake God, appeared holding the Potion Holy Grail. At this time, the color of the Potion Holy Grail in her hand had turned red. The light of the Lake God resounded throughout the battlefield, and the power of Chaos Witchcraft was dispelled. At this time, Morgiana There was only ferociousness and anger on her face, and the wind of magic whizzed past her body. She raised her hand and pointed a lightning arrow directly at the Great Demon of Tzeentch: "Suffer death!"

Destiny Weaver directly raised his hand to hold Morgiana's lightning arrow. It crushed the one-meter-thick lightning arrow with a squeeze of his hand. Carlos glanced at the Lake God's first choice with disdain. , even though the opponent's magic ability is also very powerful, it is much worse than myself.

"Metal Torrent!" With an alchemical spell, twenty or thirty hot metal torrents fell from the sky. The Lake God Witch had to immediately summon a thorn shield to resist.

The onslaught of the Chaos Daemons continues, and Tzeentchian sorcerers join the battlefield from the sky on Tzeentchian Frisbees. When Tzeentchian disciples march to war, they often carry banners and sigils that signify the glorious glory of their troops. It was an elaborate magical banner, with mysterious runes and demonic totems intertwined by an extremely hot magical flame. The Lord of Changes was always happy to see its followers holding these banners into the city. fighting.

Destiny Weaver immediately signaled all the troops to press forward and stormed the central army. Hundreds of Tzeentch Fire Demons fired fire bombs at once. The Nur Musketeers, Dwarf Thunder Gunners and Lion's Musketeer Battalion were almost unable to withstand this dense rain of fire. Bomb, they were forced to retreat under Ryan's command.

With this retreat, the soldiers on the front line immediately lost their fire cover, and their pressure immediately increased several times.

Under the spell cast by the Tzeentch wizard, the fire of hatred swept through the formation of the knightly army piece by piece. Both serfs and noble knights were slaughtered, and the originally tight front line was plowed out one after another. In the deep trench, the Great Demon Tzeentch keenly captured this fighter opportunity. Before the follow-up reserve team could fill up, the war song praising Tzeentch had already resounded throughout the battlefield.

An entire line of defense collapsed. Hundreds of human soldiers and hundreds of dwarves died under the minions of the Chaos Demon and Tzeentch's sorcery. The sky was filled with colors.

A flash of fire melted more than twenty human soldiers who were still resisting into a ball of blood. The most powerful demon under Tzeentch, Carlos the Weaver of Destiny, has personally joined the battlefield.

The situation became worse and worse. Raymond, the captain of the halberdiers, had to lead less than a hundred halberdiers under him as a reserve team to withstand the Chaos Demon's offensive. Although they knew that the hope of victory was slim, these soldiers still shouted "In the Lake" The name of the fairy launched a charge.

It was Lord Lane who made us no longer hungry, and it was Lord Lane who made us rich. Although these soldiers knew that they could never change the situation of the war, they still tenaciously started fighting because the tide of Chaos Demons began to invade. In the heart of the army, Francois and Berhemond on both sides were also locked in a bitter battle. Carlos, the Weaver of Destiny, laughed at the overestimation of human beings. It raised its staff and planned to completely eliminate this group of human beings.

A scream was faster than its movement. The divine champion of the Fairy of the Lake appeared in time to save the Chinese army from the crisis. The huge griffon Imperius interrupted Carlos's movement by spitting lightning. Ryan rode on The gryphon fell from the sky, its claws tore apart the body of the Tzeentch demon. Ryan's hands were burning with silver psychic flames. His war hammer also burst into flames, and a bolt of lightning shot out from the tip of the hammer, pointing directly at the body of the Destiny Weaver. .

Carlos easily dodged sideways, and the lightning split the Chaos Demon beside Carlos into pieces. The eternity it understood had already seen through Ryan's actions, and the Destiny Weaver immediately raised his staff to block Ryan's fierce attack. Attack: "Champion of the False God in the Lake, do you really not consider changing your master?"

"Your opponent is me!" Ryan's eyes were filled with anger.

"And me!" Kalad rushed from the side on his beloved horse, and the divine sword Durandal chopped into pieces the bodies of dozens of Tzeentch demons.

"I'm coming too!" Lake God Witch Morgiana released a chain of lightning to kill hundreds of Tzeentch demons. She rode on the unicorn Sylphan and joined the battlefield: "Chaos demon! Accept the lady's judgment!"

"Very good! Come on together!" The Great Demon of Tzeentch was extremely happy: "I'm going to show you my power today! Everything is a choice of fate, and the Lord of Destiny has already foreseen this moment!"

"I will let the blood of Bretons dye this sky red today!"

"Praise to the Lord of Change! Praise to Saint Traitor!!!"

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