Warhammer Throne

PS: The new version of the new version of the apocalyptic plague and the new professional holy grail knights.

Marcus Krüber (Captain of the Empire): Salzpiles, I understand that human power has its limits!

Salzpire (witch hunter): Marcus, what on earth do you want to say?

Marcus Krüber (drinking the water of the Holy Grail, raising the sword in his hand): I don't believe in Sigma anymore! Forthelady! !

Salzpiles: Kruber? How dare you? ! …And me, I will obey your orders~

...I am the text dividing line...

Guarding the back of the city gate is an imperial army of more than 1,000 people, including two musket battalions (more than half have been lost), a large sword battalion (only more than 100 people left) and several halberd and sword and shield companies , At this moment they are tightly united together, gathered around the steam tank, ready to face the Chaos Army ahead.

And their enemies are the Chaos Battle Group led by two Chaos Champions. They are the Chaos Champion Swinger-Son of the Sword from Norsca and Issawa the Kurgan. These two guys got their wish in ecstasy. The earth gained the first ascendant position. Under their leadership, the chaotic warriors lined up in a tight line. The horned helmets that covered the entire face, leaving only one or two small holes, spit out pale mist, just like Like hellish calls, swarming, under the unstoppable pace, is the determination to dedicate Wolfenberg to the dark **** and the sense of mission to dedicate endless glory to the dark god.

"Array! Meet the enemy!" Viscount William roared, "Oster's Bull!"

"Strong as a rock!" The imperial army issued the most determined voice.

What greeted the chaotic army's violent attack was the imperial halberd formation. The Yankee's violent charge could not shake the imperial army's strict line. It was like the sound of a storm hitting a rock, and each halberd deeply pierced into the disgusting flesh. Or in the armor of the chaos warrior, the steam tank artillery roared, and the engineer injected all his anger into the steam cannon so that he could keep calm and operate. A roaring artillery smashed the plate armor of several chaos warriors, Their flesh and blood exploded into pieces of debris that disintegrated in the air.

In the first few minutes, the two chaotic battle groups that rushed in had already lost one-fifth of their troops, but the remaining chaotic troops continued to flow, and new enemies poured in every minute and every second in the city gate cave. Entering, the halberds and spears pierced the bodies of the chaos warriors, and the people behind them continued to advance. The original solid array of the imperial army was deformed in distortion and oppression.

The battle line began to waver.

"For Taer and CTM Earth Empire!" A loud voice rushed from behind the imperial army! Viscount William held a two-handed sword in his hand. His body turned into a siege hammer and rushed into the array of the Chaos Army. A blue flame burned on his sword, which came from the wilderness. The power of God's judgment!

The armor of the chaos warriors shattered like pieces of paper in front of Viscount William. He was like a real warrior. No matter where he went, all the chaos warriors fell one after another in front of him, no matter how vicious. The barbarian berserkers, whether they are chaos warriors with heavy armor, whether they are powerful chaos demons, Wilhelm von Zhukov, champion of Auster, are fearless!

"Son of Auster!" The brave stood, and the first wave of Chaos troops that came in was repelled.

Viscount William roared at the shaken imperial army: "Darkness is here, my fellow citizens, sons of Oster! The time to choose is here!"

"Fighting, you may lose your lives, run away, you can still survive!"

"Choose your choice, Son of Oster, are you willing to take up arms, join us, with all the Oster people, with me, William, let us tell these chaotic things together, you can kill us, you You can take our lives, you can destroy our cities and villages, but we will always resist you!" Viscount William raised his two-handed sword, his voice echoing under the deep night sky and countless torches : "Chaos will never take our freedom away!"

"Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!!" The Osters have guarded the northern frontiers of the empire for three thousand years, but the blood in the chest of these men has never cooled down.

Three thousand years.

"The bull flag will always stand on this land!"

"Indigo Raider! Go ahead!"

"For freedom! For the empire!"

"For the empire!!" The barbarian warriors with blue paint on their faces collided with the chaos warriors, and a new round of killing began.

The melodious sound of Oster's bagpipe floated far, far away, so far away that even the Chaos Eternal God Chosen Mottjin, who was sitting in the large camp outside the city, could hear it.

Tragic and desolate.

A drop of ice blue tears ran gently from the corner of Mottjin's eyes, and he held his hellfire sword tightly.

They are all good men, pure men, and kind men.

Why should we kill each other? Don't we live under the same sky?

It's time to end, everything will end here, this is the retribution that Southerners deserve.

Mottkin stood up, he had taken his weapon.

Kaghhank was defeated, it was a waste.

It's my turn to end it all.

At the same time, both Aralos and Agrim Iron Fist were already seriously injured. Aralos was the most severely injured. His knees smashed to pieces by the horror demons could not be completely broken even if it was the fountain of life berry wine. After healed, he became a lame now, and both weapons were damaged. The Gray Team immediately gave up the original position and rushed to support their leader and covered Alalos's retreat.

The Butcher King’s injuries were lighter. He summoned his butchers. Grimmnir’s Axe had already suffered more than half of the casualties. The Butcher King was planning to summon the army to support the gates of Ubs, a Nurg champion Berser. Va-The Son of the Plague has led his Nurg regiment to defeat an ascetic army that tried to resist them.

The last ascetic fell and was torn into pieces of meat. In the middle of the street, a terrible manticore was fighting with the champion of Nurgle. Two creatures of the same size had fought for several games. Both sides were scarred and scorpion tails. The lion’s claws ripped off Champion Nurgle’s armor and almost injured his spine, but Champion Nurgle felt no pain at all. He waved his sickle and cut off the wings of the manticore. The manticore trembled. , Beseva-the son of the plague laughed loudly. He stepped on a dead ascetic monk and broke his arm that was still holding the chain yoke to death. He shook the chain yoke and hit the tail of the scorpion directly. Lion's head.

The chain smashed the head of the manticore, and some kind of shelter was shattered. The manticore's body shrank at a very fast speed and collapsed, until he became a greasy and dirty amber mage. Opening his mouth feebly, Champion Nurgle directly reached out his hand to hold his face, pulled his head and his entire spine out of his body, and then stretched out his abscessed tongue. Licking the warm and **** minced meat stuck to the bones: "I declare, Beseva, I have won."

All the imperial soldiers in the neighborhood have all been killed. No one can stop the champion of Nurgle and his team from advancing behind the city gate guard until a large arrow rain penetrates the champion of Nurgle, decayed and pus, Belly with exposed intestines.

"We're still here." Aralos limped and lowered his big bow.

"Humanity is over, kid elves, now it's our turn!" The Butcher King clenched his Dago's axe tightly.

A new battle is fought on the streets!

The battlefield on the flanks bought time for the battle at the city gate and protected Viscount William from being attacked. However, as the endless chaos army entered the city, the imperial army continued to retreat, and the steam tank prototype was unyielding. No. 1 fired one after another, and rows of Chaos Warriors were blown to pieces, but as long as one Yankee fell, seven or eight Yankees would follow.

The steam boiler was overloaded, and there was a danger of explosion at any time. The halberd formation was pierced. Rows of imperial soldiers were stacked like a hill. The originally tight line was now broken, even the indigo assault led by Viscount William himself. All of them have suffered heavy losses. They have repelled waves of offensives from Chaos, but each confrontation has reduced the number of these respectable warriors.

The Indigo Assaulter's shield was chopped to pieces by the chaos warrior's two-handed axe. He was hit in the face by the chaos warrior's elbow, the bridge of his nose was broken, and the battle axe cut off half of his head.

Oster led the musketeer to shoot down a chaos warrior, two barbarian berserkers jumped out, four tomahawks slashed and smashed on his body, blood flashed, until he could no longer get up.

Viscount William was still fighting, and he was still fighting hard. There were fewer and fewer soldiers around him. From a legion, to a battalion, to a company, the encirclement of the Chaos Army surrounded them, and the shield was surrounded by giants. The axe smashed into pieces, the epee pierced the breastplate, and the Osters fought against the chaos with their lives until they were completely surrounded.

The roar of the dragon resounded across the sky, and the Chaos Demon Dragon Strescu-The Great came to the battlefield. It sprayed black and red dragon breath towards the steam tank, and the Unyielding launched a resolute counterattack towards the Chaos Demon. One The steaming cannon blasted away the dragon scales on the surface of the Chaos Demon Dragon, blasting a gap.

However, the steam tank is already in trouble. The excessively high temperature puts this prototype on the verge of explosion at any time. There are now fewer than 30 large swordsmen guarding it. Each of them is exhausted. There are hundreds of chaos warriors and barbarians. The warriors gathered around, and various weapons were already striking the armor on its surface, making clanging noises.

The Chaos Demon Dragon’s fury and its perfect dragon scales were blasted open. It swung its tail and swept to the surface of the steam tank. The Indomitable was swept to the side by this sweep, and the Demon Dragon’s tail hit the wheels. Standing up temporarily from the ground, the engineers were dizzy, but they also thought that the tank would soon return to its original position.

He was wrong. It was very wrong. At this moment, the Chaos Warlock Manning Good-Cockroach Bully rushed over, and this guy madly and mischievously stuffed his body directly into the bottom of the steam tank!

"Kurgan Shenglongba!"

The heavy tank squashed the body of the Chaos Warlock and exploded the tumor on his back. A large pool of hot, corrupted bile splashed onto the steam boiler!

The temperature has exceeded the threshold!

One of the original steam tank prototypes, the Indomitable, had a big explosion on the spot, and the steam tank fell apart in this explosion! Fragments of steel and machinery were flying all over the sky, the engineers in the tank were all killed on the spot, and the swordsmen, musketeers, and Chaos army gathered near the tank were all killed and injured in the explosion!

Viscount William was also blown out. He was blown into confusion and fell not far away.

The resistance gradually disappeared, and without the help of the tanks, the blood of the imperial soldiers stained the entire street near the city gate.

One by one, the imperial soldiers were crushed on the ground, and the chaos warriors pierced their chests with swords in their hands.

The blood of the Osters stained the land, and they gave everything for it.

A head flew in front of Viscount William's eyes. It was the head of the last indigo assaulter. This head rubbed the ground and rolled out far, far away. In the blood of the corpse mountain, it was inconspicuous and disappeared. At the end of sight.

The 3,000-year history of this legendary force has come to an end today.

Just below the burning walls of Uthas, the Indigo Raiders were all destroyed.

Of all the imperial defenders in this zone, only one remained.

Viscount William squeezed his two-handed sword and tried to stand up. Now he was fighting alone. After cutting down two chaos warriors again, the chaos champion that appeared from behind gave Viscount William a fatal blow, and the chaos epee slashed from behind. He opened his plate armor and chopped him to the ground.

Viscount William panted loudly. When he reached out his hand and tried to hold the hilt of the sword, a heavy iron boot stepped on his chest, and the champion of Chaos Swinger-the son of the sword, condescendingly said to him: "Now the confession is still In time, kiss the holy symbol of the true god, and you will be saved..."

"Zheng~" The two-handed big sword accurately penetrated the head of Swinger, the son of the sword, from diagonally upwards at an incredible angle.

The Chaos Champion fell slowly to the ground, but Viscount William could no longer stand up. He was surrounded by hundreds of Chaos Warriors, as well as the Chaos Chosen Warriors and Chaos Champions who joined later.

The last survivor was surrounded, and a chaos sword pierced his breastplate, piercing deeply into his heart.

Viscount William smiled, and he said the last words of his life.

"free!!"

The great sword rose high into the sky, turned a few times, and fell to the ground. The blade pierced into the ground. On both sides of the great sword, the iron boots of countless Chaos troops trampled past.

So brave and so tenacious, the Osters still cannot avoid the fate of destruction.

Gradually, the defenders were defeated, collapsed, and slaughtered, and their resistance became weaker and weaker, until the bull flag was thrown in the mud and trampled, and the chaotic eight-pointed star flag stood everywhere in the city.

The long night is about to end, and the morning light is faint.

Aralos and Agrim fought back the fifth Chaos War Gang that overcame the wall. Both of them were extremely exhausted. The Grey Team and Grimmnir's Axe War Group combined were only less than that left. Fifty people.

What is even more desperate is that news of defeat is everywhere.

"The gate of Ubbs is lost!"

"Wolfala's gate has been lost!"

"Leinster gate is lost!"

"The city has fallen!"

"The enemy is coming in!"

"Retreat! Retreat! Everyone, all retreat to Bull Castle! Retreat!!!"

The city of Wolfenburg has been lost. The Chaos Army swarmed into the city from three directions. All the buildings were lit, all the living people were killed, and everything was reduced to ashes.

Oleg von Zhukov led the Bull Riders back and forth in the ruins of the city. The Bull Riders fully supported Oleg’s rescue attempt. The Oleg Black Guard followed closely behind the Bull Riders. They are trying to save as many soldiers as possible to prepare for the next battle to defend the Bull Fort.

However, a Chaos Lord riding a Chaos Steel Bull stood in front of him. Behind him was his bodyguard, the Crimson Reaper Legion.

"Oleg von Zhukov! Finally." Motkin looked at the young baron. He had crossed half of the world, and the power Tecchi gave him told him that the person in front of him was Oleg von Zhukov. Zhukov.

The black iron battle axe was swung down, and the stumps of a dozen black guards flew into the sky with their broken arms.

Mottjin could faintly hear a powerful horn from the south, as if human reinforcements had arrived.

But none of this matters anymore.

At least for now, he can finally stop chasing fate.

"Come on! My enemy!"

"Mottkin! You will pay for what you have done!" Oleg quickly realized everything, and the baron roared frantically: "I will kill you and pay tribute to all the dead compatriots!"

In this way, before the Bull Fort, the two armies collided.

When the enemy meets, they are extremely jealous.