Chapter 1182, Escaping Is Shameful but Useful

"You are nothing without your god, my archbishop!"

Manfred punched Vikma in the face, hitting the archbishop bloody on the spot, and lost the bonus of the power of God and the power of the twin-tailed comet. Now Vikma is just an ordinary A sanctuary-level fighter, and a guy without any specialties or his own unique combat skills, is no match for Manfred in terms of physical fitness, let alone his current state of serious injury.

"Cursed undead, you will never be able to defeat the Imperials!" Vikma was bombarded on the wall by this blow, and several parts of the cell wall of Dunkenhof Castle were smashed, and several broken bricks fell down. The archbishop spat out blood forcefully, he had never felt so weak before, the archbishop continued to curse.

Impossible, this is impossible! Even in the Chaos Wasteland, the power bestowed by God is impossible!

Vekmar uses an eye attack on Manfred!

General effect!

Manfred's happiness level has risen!

"Hahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Manfred was really happy, and the last vampire count clapped his hands.

This is the result of his decades of operation. In Sylvania, Manfred has already isolated most of the outside passages through a series of magic circles and the power of the nine books of ancient Nagash. The wind of death dominates, and the corruption of vampires is prevalent. If any wizard tries to use other magic, he must be extremely suppressed.

Of course, these undead winds are the result of Manfred's accumulation for hundreds of years, and they are used less. This is why Manfred chooses to head-to-head with Vekma instead of blasting each other's magic.

"You must thank your great alchemist!" Manfred grabbed Vikma's head and threw it directly at a stone statue. Vikma's head collided with the solid stone statue. The stone statue was broken first, and one The vampire sculpture was carefully designed and manufactured by Vlad von Carstein. Taking advantage of this hard-won opportunity, Man baldly humiliated Vekmar, his once greatest opponent: "If it wasn't for him, maybe You still have a chance, hahaha~"

Gelt's Great Wall of Faith defeated the undead with one move, and Manfred retreated from difficulties. He tasted another defeat under the Empire's double-headed eagle battle flag, but Lorgar's highest magic was also extremely powerful. Greatly overdrawn all the remaining power of faith in the entire Sylvania, these already very thin power has been used to save the holy war army, Vekmar naturally can no longer feel any power of faith.

"Even... Even if I lose my faith, at least I still have..." The archbishop groaned in pain, "At least I still have myself..."

"You yourself, you are like this, hit me on the head?" Manfred laughed wildly.

In the next second, Vikma suddenly rolled over, and the archbishop's body bounced like a cannonball, hitting Man's bald head in the face!

"Ugh!" Manfred was dizzy from the head hammer, and Count Vampire's nose was hit on the spot, and a tooth was knocked out.

"Without faith, I still have this old bone!" Vikma now looks like an old man more than ever, the archbishop let himself fall into the dust, he looked at Manfred's embarrassed look , laughed, although his head hurts more, bleeding in several places, which may make Manfred embarrassed for a while, Vicma is satisfied.

"Hey hey hey~" Manfred thought that the old man was sick, the vampire count wiped the blood on his face, and wanted to say something, but Akhan's impatient voice came over: "My vampire count, can you be quiet? One o'clock? I'm busy."

"Okay~" Manfred felt that the game was enough, he grabbed Vekma's scarred body, opened his mouth, and exposed the sharp vampire fangs.

"Charlemagne's divine blood, I got it!"

After an unknown amount of time, Vikma woke up from the chaos, and the archbishop found himself chained to the wall, surrounded by eight prisoners, many of whom he recognized, such as Yan Yang who was captured with him Cavalier Captain Lupio - Flame,

And Isabella, the archbishop of the Church of the Goddess of War, who has been missing for a long time.

Each shackle is fastened to a large black iron lectern, on which are nine books of Nagash.

These wretched tomes were gathered together, and the damp air of the room resonated with their almost uncontrollable power. A jagged crown sat in the very center of the room, its jewels gleaming in the dark, though reflecting little light.

Nagash's Crown of Sorcery! Vikmar's eyes widened.

Manfred and Arkham seem to be out on business.

still have a chance! The archbishop's already desperate heart was ignited with a fire of hope.

There is still a chance, if he can regain the crown of witchcraft, escape from Sylvania, and then return to Brunswick, he still has a chance to wash away his shame, and then summon a larger crusade to make a comeback!

There is still a chance, Vekmar thought secretly, his eyes were blurred by the pain, but he still stared intently at the monster that imprisoned him. Unfortunately, among the nine captives, only one beautiful elf girl was awake. The radiant blond hair was tangled with blood and filth. Seeing Vekma, the elf girl sighed: "You shouldn't come, my archbishop."

"I must come, elf!" Vekmar subconsciously wanted to refute the elf girl's words, but the archbishop immediately realized that he seemed not qualified to say such a thing now, so he hurriedly said: "Listen, elf, we must Try to escape!"

The elf girl looked at Vikma with a foolish look.

Vikmar suddenly felt a piercing sense of humiliation.

It shouldn't be like this!

Kaslan is dead, but what about Esme III? Where's Alfred? And what about Marius and Gelt?

Where are they and their army?

"I must regroup my troops." Vekmar said feebly, and the archbishop recognized the elf girl.

Alisara, the little queen of eternity, has been arrested for more than a year. Gao Jing even dispatched almost all the legendary heroes and elites to save her, but in the end it still fell short.

The archbishop sank into deeper despair physically and mentally.

At this time, Manfred and Akhan were discussing on the border of Sylvania.

With all the nine sacrifices, Nagash's resurrection still lacks two crucial things.

The Rod of Nagash located in the Abbey of La Messonner, and the Armor of Nagash located under the Heldenheimer Castle, the headquarters of the Knights Templar in Aveland.

The two undead leaders split up, Manfred went to get the armor of Nagash, and Arkhan went to get the staff of Nagash.

"But how do we get out?" Manfred looked at the golden Great Wall of Faith in the distance.

"Use this, Lamia's gift." Akhan took out a tube of sealed blood from his body. Even though it was sealed heavily, the blood was still boiling, releasing his own power: "This is Neferata's gift, she Collected with Gul at the Battle of Valaya's Gate, the blood of the Sun King Lion."

"Tsk tsk tsk! Why didn't such a good thing come out earlier." Manfred was amazed.

"It's enough to completely melt your body and soul." Akhan sneered: "You will truly become history."

Manfred fell silent.

Lion's blood is the key to passing Lorgar's Wall of Faith.

However, what few people noticed was that Hal Harris, the vampire baron behind Manfred, saw Arkhan use the blood of Lane, and an imperceptible smile flashed across his face.

Everything is going according to plan.

……… I am the dividing line that I must regroup the troops………

Everything in the world is collapsing, and the roar of the horned rat can be faintly heard in sleep even by the prophets of the lake god in the holy place of Britannia.

Devonhill could vaguely sense that some kind of powerful force was rising in the palace of Fontainebleau. The baron knew that it was the power of his father, Ryan. His father was attacking the demigod, and his mother was attacking the peak of the sanctuary. , but the kingdom of knights still needs time to wait for the return of the king and queen.

The chivalrous crusade to save Estalia is slowly gathering, but the army's response is greatly delayed by the debate between the bureaucracy and the knight nobles.

Among the bureaucratic groups, especially Vincent, the Minister of Finance, Talleyrand and Beria, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, opposed the most fiercely.

Devonhill could understand why—the knights and nobles had the idea of ​​asking the royal court to contribute money and people, and then they came to annex the land of Estalia.

But Estalia is too big to manage.

How big is Estalia?

The total landmass of Estalia is equivalent to two-thirds the size of Brittania.

If these lands are swallowed up by the knight nobles, it is very likely that the centralization that the father finally accomplished will be broken again. Even if the newly appointed knight nobles still obey Ryan's orders for the time being, it is still easy to form a trend that cannot be lost.

In the palace in spring, the Green Knight is teaching Devonhill courses. The demigod's attitude is extremely strict, and he will not let go of any chance to beat Devonhill. The poor baron can only be restrained by his own tutor, even The opportunity to see the Twilight sisters has become once a week.

However, Devonhill felt that this one was the most important of all the rules of the Green Knight.

After a few lessons, Devin Hill took the initiative to stay: "Mentor, is there any result about supporting Estalia?"

The illusory figure of the green knight paused for a moment, his voice was emotionless, but slowed down a bit: "I thought your attention was all on those wood elf sisters."

"I need to know more, mentor." Devonhill said with a wry smile, "I am the son of the Sun King."

"Hmm." The green knight had a rare mood of approval: "You didn't blame me for being unreasonable, locking you firmly in the palace and preventing you from participating in external affairs?"

"I understand my mentor. Now is the time when the bureaucracy is playing games with the knights and nobles. At this time, no matter what I say or do, it can be understood or even misinterpreted as standing in line. As the heir, once I stand in line, it is easy. Contrary to my father." Devonhill scratched his hair in distress, and the 16-year-old baron said helplessly: "The mentor is also protecting me, but... I can't be ignorant."

"Since you want to know so much, there happens to be a meeting in the afternoon, so you should join in."

"yes!"

In the afternoon, the bureaucracy, the marshals and the dukes assembled again.

The chief court minister of the cabinet, Francois, stood in front of the big map, and he seriously explained the situation to everyone.

"The latest intelligence shows that the Skavens are attacking Estalia from east to west along the Tobalo Road. The defenders of the two principalities have been wiped out after only a month of persistence. The Skaven can come to Magritte at any time."

"Where's Magritte's army?" Bohemond asked casually.

Magritte hastily assembled an army of about 20,000 people to support Sossonna, but the city fell before they arrived. The army was surprised by the Skaven on the way back, and less than 8,000 people fled back. Magritte, now Duke Magritte Lucio-Sungazer and his son Felipe-Sungazer are in a general mobilization.

"Where's the army from Ganos? And the army from Amangula?" asked Mogiana, the witch of the lake goddess.

"A terrible defeat, the Nankes have probably never experienced such a battle." Francois said helplessly: "The army they are proud of has been shaken the moment they saw the Skaven appear. And then the Skaven's clock struck three times, armaments were abandoned, and the soldiers fled in panic."

"Huh~ a bunch of trash!" Boderick, the Duke of Boldro, said, "Even if it's sent up, it's better than this!"

"You must have experienced the power of the Skaven rat people." Beria spoke, and Mrs. Kesler emphasized: "According to the information from the front line and the news from our allies, the Skaven rat people are They have an overwhelming advantage in long-range artillery and firepower. There are hundreds of artillery pieces alone. I don’t think it’s futile to send our troops to Estalia to die. Concentrate on defending Berleon and Ca Carson!"

"Yes." Talleyrand adjusted his long hair parted in the middle, and the voice of the high-spirited lame was very harsh: "The road to Magritte has been opened, everyone, millions of refugees are fleeing, What about our navy, Marshal Boderick?"

"The Poseidon fleet can't get close to Magritte. The Skaven's artillery is too powerful. If the ship comes into range, it will be focused on fire." Boderick also said helplessly: "Fedmond tried it, we don't Might spend our precious warships with the Skaven."

"Well, the firepower of mice is really terrible." Talleyrand didn't understand military affairs, and the foreign minister could only spread his hands.

"So, in the next few months, we can only watch the principalities of Estalia fall apart and fall apart, and we just watch?" Callard said to Regent Lawn: "The people have been kept in the dark so far. In the dark, can we inform all the people, or at least all the civilians in the south, that Estalia is almost finished?"

"No...at least not now." Lawn's expression was very ferocious, and the regent of the kingdom shook his head vigorously: "Estalia must insist, if they persist until our reinforcements arrive, then at least persist until we are ready to defend and until enough refugees are admitted.”

"Accepting refugees?! Millions of people?" Theodoric, Duke of Berleon stood up, and he roared directly: "Are you making a mistake! Leon Cole, accepting so many refugees, where is the money and food? Resettlement? Who is responsible if something goes wrong?"

"Refugees must be accepted! I will be responsible for the accident!" Beria also stood up, his eyes met Theodoric's.

Devonhill, who was sitting in the back, was thinking about the cause and effect in his heart.

Why did Beria desperately oppose sending troops before, but now he takes the initiative to take responsibility?

"You guys, that's enough!" Lawn's voice sounded, and the regent of the kingdom fixed his eyes on Estalia: "These are not important now, what is important is that we must send a representative, one who can represent our knight kingdom, Fly over mountains and plains to Magritte, find out what's going on, and encourage our old friends to persevere."

"Representative, who should I appoint?" Everyone is still discussing.

"I'll go." Devonhill stood up, and the young baron said calmly to everyone: "No one is more suitable than me. I will go with Nestella and Arohan, their forest dragons. And the falcon cavalry unit will help me!"

"I am the son of Ryan! No one can represent the kingdom of knights better than me!"

"Then I will be with my Pegasus army." The young Duke of Palaion, Kasong, also stood up.

A few days later, Forest Dragons, Falcon Riders, and a troop of Royal Pegasus Knights soared above Estalia.

"Look, my Baron!"

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