Chapter 985, The Last of Us: The Ending
Now, most of Wolfenburg, the capital of Ostland and a famous historical city, has been completely destroyed or shrouded in flames. Everything, destroy everything, kill everything.
A total of more than 80,000 imperial people fell forever in the ruins, and the remaining 20,000 people retreated weakly and helplessly towards the Bull Fort.
On the flaming road, Oleg von Zhukov led a group of Bull Riders and the Oster Black Guard Legion to meet the Crimson Reapers led by Motkin.
The city is burning, and pieces of the imperial army are harvested by the Chaos army like wheat being harvested. The endless heavy armored Chaos warriors bring down the fragile mortals, hot blood is flowing on the ground, and the Chaos army presses from all directions To Oleg's army, the Norscan conqueror found himself besieged on all sides. He oppressed his lungs painfully and gasped harshly, wandering and fighting harder than ever before.
To no avail, Black Iron Motkin pulled out his Hellfire Sword. He swung the sword, and several heavily armed black guards were directly blasted into the sky, turning into rain of blood and countless residues. , Two bull riders raised their shields and were cut into two pieces by a man with a shield, armor and flesh.
In order to protect their baron, the bull riders and the black guards tried their best to protect Oleg, but they ended up being slaughtered without exception. Facing Motkin who went into battle in person, no weapon could hurt him at all. His armor Surrounded by chaotic energy, it is time for him to exact his vengeance and unleash his boundless rage.
The Black Guard and the Bull Riders are the best in the Oster army. However, in the face of the Crimson Reaper Legion, these warriors chosen by the four gods of chaos can only be killed helplessly. At least six people can barely deal with them. A crimson reaper, even so, mortals cannot fight against these powerful enemies blessed by the true god.
What's more, Motkin has already personally entered the battle, and the Eternal Chosen of Chaos will take away the lives of several or even more than a dozen soldiers with each blow.
Oleg von Zhukov fought the enemy bravely, but he knew very well that everything would come to an end here. The horns in the south became louder and louder, but the reinforcements were still several kilometers away. In front of us, the glorious history and civilization of mankind Being completely shattered, the only thing Oleg can do is to fight bravely.
The loyal and brave bull riders fell one by one, and the black guards tried their best to prevent Motkin from approaching, but they were powerless. The Eternal Chosen approached quickly like a terrifying red and black phantom, and the place that passed was bloody.
Leopold, the great mentor of the Bull Knights, died in battle. His body was cut into several pieces and smashed into a meat paste.
Vladimir Ludnases, head of the Oster Black Guard, died in battle. He was stretched out by Motkin and pinched his head.
The Eternal God Chosen stuck his two thumbs into his nostrils, and then directly forcibly split the champion's skull with his own strength, dividing his whole body into two complete halves along the spine, which made Mott Jin made a pleasant sound, and he watched red, white, yellow, and green liquids sprinkled from the air.
Oleg's heart ached with deep sorrow, and he puffed up his chest like a proud wolf, and killed the enemy with his shield and the sword of Ivan the Terrible in his hand, until the bull riders guarding him fell one after another. Down, until Knight Commander Gordon used his body to block the blade attacking him from the side, until the last subordinate was smashed in the head by the crimson reaper's war hammer, and fell slowly until he was alone.
It's all your fault, Oleg, it's all your fault! Self-blame and grief drove Baron Wolfen almost insane. He looked at the hundreds of Chaos Chosen who surrounded him, and couldn't help laughing. Two lines of muddy tears flowed down his face covered with dust and flesh. .
It's all your fault, Oleg, you are not worthy to be the teacher's disciple, you are not a qualified alpha wolf.
He's ready, ready to end it all here, ready to meet his end, he deserves it, his recklessness and stupidity cost the Osters blood, and now, it's Oleg It's time to pay for it. His life may be worthless, but that's all he has.
However, Motkin did not intend to satisfy even this humble wish. The Eternal God Chosen uttered a demonic language, and the God Chosen immediately obeyed. They made way for Motkin strode forward and reached the in front of Oleg.
Eternal God's Choice is wearing a black and red full-body armor bestowed by the Chaos Gods. He is nearly 2.8 meters tall, holding a black iron battle ax with a glowing red blade in one hand, and a Hellfire Sword burning with hellfire in the other. , his armor is not new, it is full of mortal blood, and the scars left by his countless epic adventures and battles, his body is covered with skulls, his long white hair hangs down from both sides of his shoulders, He signaled everyone to step back, and he wanted to talk to Oleg alone.
The city is burning, hundreds of houses, shops, temples and union buildings are submerged in the sea of flames, Chaos mastiffs are running around, sniffing for possible traces of humans, the mountain wind from the central mountain range blows down from high places, Like the laughter of the Chaos Gods.
"It's all your fault, mortal." Motkin spoke. His voice was like an echo from the realm of chaos. The devil's language was distorted and full of corruption, but mortals could understand its meaning extremely accurately, even In the mortal world, mortals can also be misunderstood due to differences in language, accent and slang, but the demon language is not one of them, it can be understood accurately, anyone.
Oleg cursed something in a low voice, and he raised the sword of Ivan the Terrible, obviously not intending to argue with Motkin.
"It's all your fault!" Motkin repeated contemptuously. The Eternal God's Chosen was not even in a hurry to start. He was like an old hunter who saw his prey, satisfied and relieved, and at the same time with a touch of sadness: "It's all because of you. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here. I hate you, Oleg, but I also appreciate you."
Eternal God's Choice moved slowly, and he said softly: "If it weren't for you, I would have lost the feeling of being alive. You destroyed my hometown, and now I will destroy yours. It's fair, you gave me a The reason to live is revenge, really, I really appreciate you."
"The only wrong thing I did in my life was not killing all the Norscans, so that I left you as a dead seed!" Oleg finally spoke, his face was full of hatred and hatred, then It's a deep hatred.
"Yes, we all hate each other. There is no need for a reason. I know you must have hated the Norscans since you were a child, and I was also taught from an early age to learn to take trophies and heads from the southerners to decorate myself." Motkin nodded lightly, and a deep sense of sadness filled the hearts of the eternal gods. This is reincarnation. This kind of hatred can never be untied, and can only be washed away with blood. Everyone is the plaything of the gods. I once Know everything and don't want to be manipulated, but... I am a mortal after all! I cannot remain indifferent to all this.
The evil god got his wish, three or four hundred thousand good men died in battle to satisfy the evil god's greed, and I, Motkin, gave everything just to complete my revenge.
At least now, I can finally stop chasing with fate.
"Now, very fair, you destroyed my hometown, Oleg, and I destroyed yours." Motkin nodded calmly: "You slaughtered all my relatives in Longbao, and I also slaughtered Your people, you have taken your glory, Conqueror of Norsca, and I have taken mine, Destroyer of the South."
There was a look of grief and remorse on Oleg's face, but what he couldn't see was that Motkin showed the same expression.
"Let this end now, I'm tired, tired, and tired." Eternal God Chosen signaled Oleg to attack: "I'll give you three chances, it's my apology, I'm sorry, Oleg G-von Zhukov, I don't want this either, I apologize to all fellow human beings who died in this war, human beings die together, be it Norscans, Kurgans, Huns, Mongols, Or the Imperials, Mrs. Keesler, or the dwarves, elves, and Bretons, I sincerely hope that after they die, they can go to a free and peaceful country, without war, without hatred."
Oleg finally couldn't stand Motkin's hypocrisy, and Baron Wolfen let out a battle cry: "For the Empire! For Oster! For the Wolf Father and the Holy Father!"
The deafening roar was accompanied by a figure pounced towards Motkin. The sword of Ivan the Terrible fell heavily on Motkin's chest, and the sound of thunder resounded throughout the audience.
"Dang!" The czar family's inheritance sword pierced the breastplate, and then was bounced off. Huge chaotic energy appeared on the armor. Dozens of chaotic runes shone with crazy light, powerful The energy field made Ivan the Terrible's sword unable to advance an inch, and Oleg was forced to retreat.
"This is the first blow." Motkin nodded calmly, indicating that Oleg can continue.
Oleg, who was unwilling to believe all this, turned to a charged attack this time. He rotated his body, assumed a posture, and used all the strength in his waist and back. With one lunge, the sword of Ivan the Terrible This time, he slashed down, along the seams of the armor, and took the position of Motkin's neck. The frost power on the blade became more and more violent, and this blow was enough to kill any chaotic champion!
"Dang! The blade hit Motkin's neck guard, and the chaotic energy field swayed for a while, but the blade was still bounced off.
"This is the second blow."
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" This time Oleg let out the most savage and violent roar. He threw away his shield. Flying into the air, Baron Wolfen completely gave up any defense.
The sword of Ivan the Terrible fell, and the weight of his whole body fell on Motkin's shoulder.
"Dang~" A white mark was left on the shoulder armor of the Eternal God's Chosen, and Motkin nodded slowly: "Is this the power of your revenge? I feel it, Oleg, I approve of you, I approve You are my enemy, my old enemy, my opponent."
"Now, it's my turn!" Motkin dual-wielded the black iron battle ax and the hellfire sword.
Oleg quickly stepped back and picked up the shield from the ground, and the next moment, Motkin's attack was in front of him.
The first blow shattered Oleg's shield, and this sturdy shield, blessed by Priest Tal and refined by the dwarves, exploded into pieces and scattered all over the ground.
The second and third strikes landed on the sword of Ivan the Terrible that was blocked. This legendary sword of the tsarist family broke several holes. Oleg still resisted it, flustered and numb all over.
The face behind Motkin's armor couldn't help showing an expression of admiration.
In the fourth blow, the sword of Ivan the Terrible shattered, and the Hell Tomahawk swept across, cutting off Oleg's left leg along the thigh. Oleg let out a painful scream and fell heavily to the ground , The heavy iron boots stepped on Baron Wolfen's chest.
Motkin felt the strong resistance from the iron boots and Oleg's strong struggle, and also felt Baron Wolfen's determination to stand up and fight again.
Wouldn't it be nice if you were a Norse, too? Motkin thought: You are worthy of endless glory and supremacy, you just chose the wrong path.
Eternal God's Choice suddenly recalled the time when he grew up in Longbao and learned various combat skills when he was a child. Despite the cold, the lack of supplies, and the struggle between you and me, he can still recall the past.
Even if Oleg is killed, his hometown Longbao will never come back.
The voice of deep emotion echoed in Motkin's mind, and the Eternal God's Chosen suddenly stopped his movements, and he made a choice that surprised the cheering Chaos God's Chosen around him.
The Hellfire sword fell in response, piercing Oleg's eye, then crashing into its skull, and then continued down, piercing deeply into the stone floor until Motkin felt the smell of earth.
Oleg's body twitched twice, and then remained motionless.
"Stories don't always have a happy ending." Yongshi Shenxuan didn't feel any joy at this time, he could only feel deeply relieved.
it is finally over.
No torturing and toying, just a good blow.
The horn sounded from far to near, and a huge army appeared to the south of Wolfen City. It was the army led by Ryan! They are eager to support Wolfenburg!
However, Motkin has already ambushed more than a dozen Chaos Demon legions in the south, led by the Eternal Dancer of Slaanesh, and a large number of monster warbands, led by the two-headed Chaos God Chosen giant Gugo, Chaos Demons ambushed The reinforcements who rushed over from a long-distance march threw the already exhausted reinforcements into chaos, and groups of monster gangs also effectively stopped the knights' charge.
There is also the deep ditch and artillery positions that the Chaos Dwarves spent a day building according to Motkin's order. The knights fell countless under their ambush and shooting. The reinforcements were too eager, so that they were hit head-on by this wave and suffered heavy losses. .
Lane had to immediately order the reorganization of the army.
Eternal God's Choice watched this scene calmly, did the reinforcements think they could catch up? Do you really think you are not prepared for anything?
Comedies need reasons, tragedies don't.
"In the end, I want the whole world to remember me." Motkin pulled out his Hellfire sword, and he roared loudly. His voice echoed throughout Wolfenburg, spreading to the Central Mountains, Shadow Forest and All the nearby areas can't stop for a long time.
"King of the Royal Court of the North, Black Iron Marauder, King of Norsca, Commander of the Legion of Destruction, Son of the Blood-Red Sky, Peerless Warrior who defeated the Blood God's Wife, Eternal Chosen of Chaos, Black Iron-Motkin is here! !!"
"Do you want the glory of defeating me? Do you want my head?!"
"Come and get it!!!"
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