Chapter 1153, Gift of the Word Bearers Primarch

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Seeing Vikma go out, Emperor Karl Franz's face was very ugly.

Marshal Rick Helberg thought over and over again. As a pure soldier, Helberg knew that he was not suitable for participating in politics, so most of the time, unless it was related to the military, Helberg mostly didn't speak.

But now it is necessary for him to speak: "My lord?"

"What's the matter, Helberg, what do you want to say to me in this dark moment?" The emperor quickly recovered his humor, but there was also a haze on his face that couldn't escape.

"We have no ability to stop him, I mean... I don't mean Manfred, I mean Your Majesty Vicma." Helberg sighed: "We have never had a way to stop him , never."

"No, I have." Karl Franz shook his head, he emphasized it seriously, and then said lightly: "But it means breaking the tacit agreement, I have been emperor for more than twenty years, Helbo Greg, I know what I should do and what I shouldn't do, I can't make the lake goddess Morgiana obey like Ryan, but I have never been someone else's puppet."

"...Your Majesty has never been, and the sword of Rick's guard will always be loyal to His Majesty." Helberg saluted.

As if sensing Helberg's sincerity, the emperor in his fifties smiled, and he continued: "Kurt, I'm asking you a question as an imperial emperor, and you can answer it in the strictest and most direct manner. Me, but I must tell the truth."

"Please, Your Majesty."

"Suppose we fight on two fronts and prepare to fight against the Chaos army in the north and Sylvania in the east at the same time. Is there any chance of victory? Suppose Vekmar gathers all the troops he can concentrate and goes directly to Sylvania, how sure is he of victory?" the emperor asked casually.

"Your Majesty, we have already fought on multiple fronts." Helberg shook his head: "According to the report of the Britannian Army of the North, the Chaos offensive has stopped in Praga, but at most it will stay until the winter is over, it is impossible Staying for a long time, and the brass fortress in Nord is about to move, and there are countless barbarian longship fleets in the north. Your Majesty, we are already fighting on two fronts. The weak Ostlanders and Ostlanders The Marks can't stop the Chaos soldiers."

"As for how sure the archbishop's victory is, I don't have an answer. We don't even know who the opponent is or how many troops there are." Helberg continued: "But the chances of winning will never be high,

Especially without your support. "

"There is still some time, we must thank the Bretons, they bought us a lot of time, and the peak of Chaos soldiers was stopped at Kislev." After hearing these words, the emperor made up his mind: "Come on! "

"Your Majesty!" A Rick guard strode forward.

"Call Gentle and Von Corden over here!"

"yes!"

Soon, the two were brought before the emperor.

Hans Gentle, the hero of Rick's Guard, the best, the best captain outside the Inner Ring Knights, and the legendary unit (only eight people) of "Gentley's Rick's Guard Squadron" The leader, he himself is a strong man at the pinnacle of legend, and many people think that Gently will become the next Marshal Rick after Helberg.

Alberich von Corden, a legendary demon hunter who specializes in vampires, a former member of the Brunswick Inquisition, and the current demon hunter, mentor to the dead and guardian of the dark valley. In recent years, von -Corden has killed three vampires in Sylvania as a testament to his glory and power.

"The jihad in Sylvania is about to begin, and we can't stay out of it." The emperor said to the two heroes of the empire: "Get ready, you and your people will participate in the great jihad together, until the dead are taken from the Greeks." Irvania until the lands there belong to the Empire again."

"clear."

"As ordered."

Rick Guard Captain and Demon Hunter Mentor nodded in obedience.

Then, there is a team of Rick Guards and a team of witchers, the emperor thought to himself.

Not enough, these people are not enough, Karl Franz quickly had an answer, he asked his attendants: "Where is my royal chief wizard?"

"Your Excellency Gelt should be in Feidorf, the capital of Solland."

"Very good, here are two letters, one is to be delivered to Ivan the Griffin Duke immediately, half-griffin knights are especially important in this holy war, and the other is to be sent to Gelt, this war must not be missed The figure of magic."

"yes!"

The Rick guards did not dare to neglect, and immediately took the letters. One letter was arranged to be delivered quickly to Ivan, the Duke of Griffon who was close to Ostermark, and the other letter was sent to the Academy of Magic. Send it directly to Thor.

The capital of Solland, Feidorf.

The chief wizard, great alchemist, and great virtuous teacher of the imperial royal family, the current seat of Balshazer-Gelt.

Normally, a wizard can seldom get a fief, at most he can get a manor and a wizard tower. Like Gelt, he can get the ruling power of an entire province from Emperor Karl Franz. very rare situation.

However, Gelt showed much stronger military and internal affairs talents than normal wizards. This great alchemist can be said to be in charge of the army and the people, and he will not be left behind in the study of magic. The realm is also changing rapidly, and now he is a super strong man approaching the peak of the sanctuary, one of the emperor's trump cards.

The streets of Feidorf are not peaceful at all. Although Gelt's talisman is used to treat diseases, more and more people are sick. Under strict military control, the number of residents on the streets is very small, except Except for those who need to work, buy various daily necessities, and go out on business, most of the residents stay at home.

"Ahhh!" Just on the street, a shrill scream sounded, attracting everyone's attention.

A middle-aged man in his 30s or 40s threw his cart on the ground, clutching his head like crazy: "He's coming! He's coming! He's coming again, I saw it, we're all going to die , we will all perish! Everything will perish!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Go: "For the God of Darkness!"

"He's crazy, catch him!" The soldiers held the guy down under the command of the captain. The captain was about to ask him what he saw when the scene in front of him changed.

The soldiers on patrol immediately caught the middle-aged man, and the patrol captain asked him to hold him down, but the middle-aged man became more and more crazy, horns began to grow on his head, and his arms were gradually covered with fur.

He's turning into a Beastman!

"Kill it!" Under the command of the captain, two halberds and a long sword instantly pierced into the body of the beast man. The middle-aged man struggled frantically until the blood flow ceased. Before dying , it raised its head and looked towards the sky.

Its gaze is terrifying.

What a crazy look, twisted, venomous, crazy, tortured and painful, even death is a relief.

The patrolling soldiers felt confused when they saw this scene. They quickly took out the holy objects they got from the church or the great alchemist and prayed, or wiped their foreheads with holy water, and hurriedly put the half-human, half-headed man on the head after feeling better. The beast was loaded into a cart and transported to be burned.

Any cultists, mutants, beastmen and corruption must be cleared with fire.

Metal wizards from the Alchemy Academy on the street all have a hard-shell book cover of "Holy Words 3.0" hanging on their waists, and they are using holy water and holy words to appease the residents and treat their illnesses.

The streets of Feidorf are quiet again.

The evil moon Moslib is shining, and the green light shines on the earth.

"This is the eighth person who has gone crazy on the street in the past few days." Soon, someone reported to the great alchemist Gelt.

The Great Mentor of the Sun Knights, Pfitzman, bowed to Gelt. The Great Mentor of the Sun Knights didn't have to be so respectful to the Great Alchemist. Ability in any sense conquered Pfitzman, and he volunteered to become half of Gelt's subordinates to obey orders.

"We have to find a way, my great alchemist, not to mention the city, people in the countryside below are crazy all day long, doomsdayers, cultists, and some people have seen Nurgle's carnival convoy approaching the Wintertooth Pass On tour, all the farmers who saw the show developed lupus and lichen leprosy."

"The empire is beginning to rot, my great alchemist, you must find a way."

Seeing that Gelt didn't answer, Pfitzman asked: "Solling is not in chaos now because everyone has confidence in you, and we all have confidence in you."

"Only rely on the emperor, and the common people rely on shelter." Geert said lightly: "Never lose your body and skin, and don't lose your heart."

"The emperor probably doesn't have the energy to manage us now." The head of the Knights of the Sun thought that Geert was talking about Emperor Karl Franz. He expressed his opinion: "Can you invite Baron Frederick of Nuer to come to Phaidorf? It is strange to say that there seems to be no plague in the knight kingdom across the mountain. Has the Sun King found a special medicine?"

Gelt shook his head. "I'll do what I can, but we have a bigger problem right now."

The great alchemist handed over the emperor's letter to Pfitzman, and the head of the Sun Knights was very surprised after a few glances: "The Jihad in Sylvania, now?"

"Archbishop Vikmar insists on doing this." Gelt nodded, his face hidden under the golden mask would not show any expression, but his voice could not stop worrying: "The emperor can't stop him, and we can't stop him." impossible."

"Pfitzman, can you send a team of Sun Knights to assist our archbishop?"

"If necessary, mentor Lupio Lie Yan and one of his squadron knights can do it." Pfitzman nodded.

"Okay, let this Lupio-Sir Flame and his squadron get ready immediately." Gelt nodded, and he looked at the row of holy water on the table: "I just made thirty bottles of holy water, Let's arrange it."

Pfitzmann went down.

Gelt stood motionless.

"Steel and gunpowder can't save the empire, but faith can." A bald saint whose whole body is covered in golden light rain, surrounded by the holy words of the emperor, and whose every move is a sacred mark, appears in the room. Inside, he has sacred scriptures branded all over his body, and his tattered ascetic robes make him look so spiritual: "Saints of the state religion, my friend, maybe you need my guidance."

"I learned from him that the passage to this world has been sealed by the God of Darkness. How did you get here?" Gelt asked the visitor. The great alchemist looked very respectful, but not obsequious .

"This is just a projection of me. I'm not me. I'm still me." The phantom of the Word Bearer Primarch Lorgar showed a very enthusiastic smile. He folded his hands together, and the night sky of Feidorf was instantly enveloped in golden light. , Dozens of redemption angels appeared from the night sky, they came to the poor and sick people, healed the disease, healed the trauma, brought people hope and redemption.

This is a miracle! The human residents of Feidorf cheered, and the morale of the city was instantly restored.

"My lord Primarch, did you spend so much power to manifest your sanctification? Then I have to say that you are really generous. On behalf of Phaidolph and the fellow humans in Solland, I would like to express my heartfelt thanks to you." Gelt said so, but there was no emotion in his voice.

As if hearing the sarcasm in Gelt's words, Luo Jia couldn't help being a little annoyed. He thought he would be admired and praised, but thinking that the person in front of him was a big celebrity in front of his father, Luo Jia decided not to care about him: " I'm here this time to deliver something."

"Send something?" Gelt was a little puzzled: "I've got enough."

"Sylvania, the land of the curse." Lorgar said with grace and kindness like a priest, "Human beings have sacrificed enough, haven't they?"

"What do you want to say?" Gelt was thinking, and he realized that Lorgar might have a point.

"Sometimes we need a plan B." Luo Jia's phantom nodded: "I'm talking to you from afar, so I can't say much, but I've prepared something, you're a genius, Gelt, otherwise father would I will not choose you, I admire your magical attainments and your loyalty to human beings, and I am willing to share my knowledge with you."

A thick roll of parchment was left on the table, covered with sacred scriptures, written in High Gothic, and even before touching it, Gelt could already feel the powerful power inside and the Emperor's Holy Spirit. The voice of chanting.

"The great guardian is about to disintegrate, and the maelstrom has also been disintegrated." Luo Jia nodded: "The magic is becoming complete and returning to its previous appearance. I hope my gift can enlighten you."

"What should I do?" Gelt was still about to ask, and Luo Jia's body had disappeared into the golden light and shadow.

"Embrace faith, my friend."

The scroll was unfolded from the hands of the great alchemist, and the golden robe made a metallic sound, and Gelt began to study the words on the scroll.

"The Great Spell Explained - The Word Bearer Lorgar Aurelion's Wall of Faith"