Chapter 1328, Now, We Are All Empires

Now the battlefield outside the city has become a slaughterhouse of flesh and blood. Facing the appearance of the four chaotic demon armies, the chivalry army suffered heavy losses, and one order after another was delivered to Suria.

"Marshal Bohemond cannot continue to advance, please retreat!"

"More than half of the knights of the Principality of Berleon have been lost!"

"More than half of the Musilon Coldstream Guards have been lost!"

"The Marines of Le-Angoulant are all dead!"

"Marshal Amanrique is in trouble, please ask for reinforcements!"

"The Norsca Ironmane Legion has been defeated!"

"The Wood Elves are routing."

"Your Excellency Julian, the Great Holy Grail, is dead!"

"Your Excellency Turas, the Great Holy Grail, died in battle!"

"Beria's news, General Meretskov is seriously injured, and Kislev's army needs to be regrouped!"

"His Excellency Leofric, Duke of Carcassonne, expressed that he can't hold on any longer!"

The news reached Suria one after another. The Queen of Knights continued to issue new orders. The Old Guards stood by her side. Constantly stepping into the battlefield.

"Megazord, power up!" Not far away, the dwarf colossus had already entered the battle. Under the operation of the engineer, the dwarf war colossus and the Nurgle war behemoth hugged each other, and the long nose of the chaotic mammoth fell on the waist of the dwarf colossus. There was a burst of sparks, the chest of the dwarf war colossus opened, and a series of hellstorm rockets blasted all the Norscans on the chaotic mammoth into the sky, and then overturned the chaotic mammoth with a punch, and the giant ax cut open the abdomen of the war colossus, The beast's blood flowed all over the ground, and flames spewed out from the palm of the giant statue, roasting groups of Yankees.

In the center of the battlefield, Ryan is fighting against the three ultimate monsters and their power with his own strength.

Angolas-Unbound's ax opened and closed. Behind it, there was a boundless sea of ​​blood, gushing flames, and the brass fortress looming. Khorne demons continued to join the battlefield, fighting with the Gray Knights.

Shalaxi-Magic disaster is as beautiful and gorgeous as a ballet dancer. Its power has eroded the world. Everyone can see that there is a grand banquet behind it. It is located in the palace of Slaanesh. The masked people were drinking, and the Slaanesh demon with eight arms and eight scorpions was tied up in the center of the hall. A group of people took food from it, and the ground was covered with muddy wine. The strong fishy smell stimulated the mortals. nose and mouth.

Rottogues holds a boxwood branch in his hand, and behind it, bright red, blue, yellow and purple flowers pierce the gloom, a joyous paradise in the melancholy forest landscape. Digging and running insects of all kinds have brightly patterned carapaces and shiny wings. Insects flew briskly along the long embankment of the slow and muddy river. Amidst the rushing sound of the reeds, the children of the loving father kept walking into the battlefield.

And at the center of the battlefield is a pure white world. Ryan is fighting against the evils of Angolas and Shalaxi alone. The original body has blue veins on his head. Around him, there are a total of 55 legendary gray knight spirits. They fought side by side, on the white marble floor, the white and flawless clouds, and the deep blue sky, they fought side by side with the Primarch, and slaughtered all the Chaos Demons coming from three sides, and Weiyu left the dirty air in the air. chaotic energy.

war! war! war!

The momentum like a wave swept across the earth,

No one can stop it.

"Hahahaha, isn't that the festering heart of a loving father? Come on, I will defeat you again!"

"Guan Geer, once again, we are face to face!"

"Andre, the betrayer of the Prince of Darkness, are you ready to be exiled by me again?"

A tall and majestic gray knight spirit laughed and rushed towards one of the enemies, bursting out with a monstrous fighting spirit. After the other party found out, he immediately greeted him with fearless courage.

Janus, the supreme mentor of the first generation of gray knights, held a great psychic sword, which immediately burst into a radiant light among the chaos demon group, and instantly tore apart a dozen chaotic steel bull cavalrymen who were besieging him, turning them into pieces. Light rain disappears.

However, such bravery did not make people retreat, but attracted more people to attack him.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull seat!"

"Nurgle is love! Nurgle is life! All things decay, but Nurgle lasts forever!"

"Sex is the god of sex, sin is the punishment for sin, exhaust the filth! Desires and desires!"

The three-faced Chaos army attacked, and their power alone was enough to destroy an entire country, but they were stopped by Ryan. The Gray Knight Primarch not only blocked the three-headed ultimate monster, but even stopped their Chaos Demon Army, this is already a miracle, just at the gates of the three ancient pointed gates, four energies are entangled together, symbolizing the red and black of Angolas, the mixed gold and silver of Ryan, and the The deep purple of the Hemobasis, and the yellowish brown that is a little farther away and symbolizes Rotigues.

The power of destruction is endless and unlimited. This is no longer a battle for mortals, and even mortals have no right to participate.

Outside the city, the pressure on the three Grote brothers was greatly relieved after receiving the support from the Chaos Behemoth Army and the Four Great Gods. The three Grote brothers kept their father's order firmly in mind, and they left about a third The remaining troops continued to entangle with the knightly crusade outside the city, and the remaining troops entered the city. They vowed to dedicate Brunswick, Charlemagne's throne, to their loving father.

Gorchritt-Spitter personally led the Minotaur, Nurgle Warriors, Norsca Champion Warriors, and Human Skin Wolves forward, and with a force as strong as a tidal wave, they moved forward on the half-mile-long front. The battlefield storms the Imperial defenses. Chaos Knights burst through the Spear Forest in a blast of Shattered Blades, slashing at Imperial soldiers with jagged lances and enchanted blades. The dragon demon fiercely attacked the halberd soldiers who came to intercept it, and the strange lightning flashed across the skin of the scales, crackling and knocking out the soldiers on both sides.

Both the north and west gates of Brunswick have been lost, and only the east and south gates, supported by the Britannian Crusaders, have been preserved.

In the city, Marshal Rick Helberg is commanding about 3,000 Imperial soldiers to fight in the streets, among them there are many elite Rick guards, as well as recruits recruited temporarily. The battle has been going on for several days. Hours later, many soldiers were too tired to stand up, and the din of war raged in the storm, and Helberg scanned the mutilated, distressed, sweat-stained faces of the surrounding soldiers. The pain in his heart revived. They are the kindest and most loyal soldiers fighting for the sanctity of their country and the survival of their families.

Of course, Helberg saw the battle outside the city. Marshal Rick once saw the hope of victory in the war. Although he complained about the Sun King's repeated "interference" in the internal affairs of the empire, Helberg was of course grateful to the Britannians. With the assistance of the two parties, perhaps the two sides can work together to defeat Nurgle's army, at least hold the capital, and then clean up the enemies in the empire step by step.

From the very beginning of the appearance of the Chivalry Crusade, Helberg tried to join Ryan's army, but all efforts failed, and the soldiers could not leave the city walls, otherwise they would be torn apart like rags by the Yankees , the chivalry army sank into the quagmire after exhausting their charging power, and was still far away from the city wall.

Helberg made his most effective effort. He managed to gather 4,000 heavy cavalry in the city of Brunswick, and secretly opened the city gate to charge when the Chaos army was shaken by the Bretons. This time The charge was successful, but just as Heilberg was trying to gain further results, the Chaos War mammoth swarm, the Chaos Behemoth herd, and the appearance of the four ultimate monsters and their Chaos Demon Army from the north forced Heilberg to be defeated. Forced to retreat.

In the end, less than 2,000 heavy cavalry were successfully withdrawn into the city.

Marshal Rick, exhausted, helpless.

From a strategic and tactical point of view, all of Helberg's efforts were successful.

The walls of Brunswick absorbed the power of the Chaos army like a sponge, limiting the might of the Yankees.

According to Helberg's design, the soldiers resisted layer by layer, causing the battlefield to fall into a tug of war.

The charge at the critical moment also defeated part of Gorchritt's troops at the north gate. Rick's guards, more than a dozen imperial knights, and the half-griffin knights of the entire Griffin Knights even used grenades to block the siege at the north gate. The tower shattered, the catapults were smashed, and the Yankees who could not stand the test were swept away.

That's right, all efforts have succeeded, and all the ideas together have been realized.

In the end, Helberg found that he was still helpless. Less than half of the more than 100,000 people under his command were still alive, and less than half of the living people could stand up and fight. Gathering at the edge of the forest, they paced out of the shadows and lined the northern horizon, their numbers seemingly endless, and when one Chapter was destroyed three took their place.

At the same time, Helberg also saw the battle between Ryan and the three-headed ultimate monster. He was deeply shocked by the power of the King of Knights. It was such a great power, but any fool could see that Ryan's mind was fighting against the world at the same time. How hard it is to erode the three chaotic worlds, and on the battlefield outside the city, the chivalrous holy war army has even begun to show signs of retreating. The Chaos Demon is too powerful.

what to do?

The old man smiled bitterly. He really tried his best, tried his best, and he was ready to face death.

Are there any reinforcements? Helberg really laughed, and the old man tried to convince himself hilariously that maybe there were other reinforcements? Will the dwarves from the Roof of the World come to their aid? The elves of Ulthuan? Or Middenheim? Avheim? Bafeng Mountain?

"My marshal, look!" At this moment, Ivan the Griffin Duke shouted at Helberg.

"See? See what? More Yankees." Helberg said casually. If today was the end of Brunswick, let it come. He was ready.

"No! Look!" Duke Griffon's tattered cloak swayed in the air.

Only then did Helberg reluctantly pick up the binoculars and look towards the east.

The old man opened his mouth wide. Teams lined up one after another in giant phalanxes. The army in black and red armor was advancing. The family crest of the black bat-wing monster on a red background was familiar. These silent troops had neither The roar didn't change, they were just advancing. In the gap between the queues, some bigger and more terrifying guys appeared, looming in the forest, and they were on their way to join the battlefield.

"That's..." Helberg not only trembled, he thought of the nearly one-year-long war at the Golden Fortress, he thought of the key support during the Battle of Hufffungen, and he thought of those living and dead who fought side by side The days of war, he remembered...

"Honorable Marshal Rick." A noble, elegant, and aloof voice sounded from a distance of about 30 to 40 meters from Helberg. Accompanied by a burst of terrifying cold, he recognized the person standing in a food store. The fallen prince in the ruins, wearing blood-red armor and riding a skeleton horse, saw Helberg notice him, the army of death, the elector of Sylvania, von Carstein's blood Zu, Vlad von Carstein politely saluted Helberg with an incomparable standard of imperial court etiquette that could be called a textbook. He seemed very happy that Helberg was willing to listen to him, his voice He seemed extremely happy, although Helberg doubted whether the undead could be so emotional: "Your Excellency, my letter has been delivered to you accurately, but you have not given me an accurate answer. I think it is time to come A beautiful speech."

"Von Carstein, you are still alive?" Helberg roared angrily.

"This seat? This seat has always been alive, of course this seat has probably been dead... 5000 years?" Vlad's handsome face showed a smile: "I want to discuss history with this seat, and this seat has a lot of time to accompany you, but I Think as if your army and your city don't have that much time."

"Of course, when you stood by and watched, my soldiers defended the city with their lives, but you were huddled in the darkness." Helberg roared bravely, "Where are your people?"

"Of course I am happy to participate in this war. If you need it, I will also go to help the Sun King and add a sword to his duel with the Chaos Demon, but in what name?" Ladd laughed: "I am waiting for your answer."

Helberg's face turned pale immediately. The old man's face turned red with anger, then black with embarrassment, then blue with embarrassment, and finally pale with helplessness. He opened his mouth and spit out words that he couldn't believe himself. Words: "So be it."

"So, how?" Vlad could feel amazing joy.

"This commander... this commander agrees to you! I agree to your request, that's enough!" Helberg shouted in despair amidst the astonished gazes of the surrounding imperial troops.

"That's right!" Vlad couldn't help applauding, and the death army said with satisfaction: "If the main material world is replaced by pure chaos, then what's the point of our struggle? Now is the moment to save the nation, what do you do?" Made the right choice, my Marshal, I am very pleased."

"Enough! Come here, kneel!" Helberg roared, "Kneel in front of me, hurry up, don't make me regret it!"

Vlad was stunned for a moment, and a wounded expression appeared on the face of the Lord of Death, but then he realized something. The army of death walked up to Helberg and knelt down on one knee.

The Rune Fang pressed against Vlad's shoulder, and Helberg's face showed a hint of vengeance, but he was immediately enveloped in deep sorrow, and the old man's voice sounded: "As the commander of the Charlemagne Empire Regent and the power of the rune tooth sword, I hereby declare that Vlad von Carstein of Sylvania, under desperate circumstances, you are the Elector of Sylvania!"

"I confer the title on you, not because I want you to kill, but because I want you to remember that you must be loyal to the country."

"I grant you the land not for profit, but for you to remember your noble status."

"Now, I grant my most honorable trust to you von Carstein. What you get is not only supreme power and status, but an irreplaceable responsibility!"

"May you and your bloodlines fight for the survival of the empire!"

"I promise." Vlad couldn't hide the joy on his face. The Maharaja of Death saluted respectfully, expressing his acceptance of the canonization. He couldn't help playing with the ring of Von Carstein. With unbelievable eyes, he stood up and laughed happily, sending a signal to the outside of the city.

Now, everyone is a compatriot of the Empire.

The three brothers of the Maggot Riders heard footsteps in the forest to the east, and it seemed that thousands of heavy armored troops were moving. The second of the three brothers of the Maggot Riders, Broben the Rotten Breeder, hurriedly rode on his own The mount bile carrier - a pox maggot, rushed to the edge of the forest with the extremely evil army of the Brass Fortress, and said vaguely in his mouth: "You are late, you stinking fools of the demon bird god, hurry up, get ready!" Let's start killing!"

"Hurry up, shout the slogan and beat the drums, let the Nan Lao know that we are coming!"

There was still no reply from the forest, only three people came out.

At the head was a Nekohara lich, crowned and staffed, with blue flames burning in his hollow eyes.

The second one is full of baroque red cursed armor and holds a huge black axe. He is tall and is already picking his opponent.

The third one is more like a human being. He has sticky white long hair parted in the middle, a wrinkled face wearing an eyepatch, wearing a captain's uniform, holding a machete in one hand, and a firecracker in the other, shaking his head nervously. Non-stop: "I tell you, don't be unconvinced, the father of the blood dragon is the father, and there is nothing but eating and drinking all day long~"

Rot Breeder Broben: "???"

There was no time for the children of Nurgle to be shocked. When they came to their senses, the Silent Legion rushed out of the forest and charged towards the three brothers of the Maggot Knights.

"Fight, Son of Nagash!" Lich King Arkhan looked at these chaotic and unclean things with hatred, and behind him, one after another, heavily armored undead legions filed out.

"Let's wipe out the final gift of the dark gods!"

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