Chapter 1331, Lawn's Fall

The Britannian Crusaders outside the city had less than 50,000 visible troops left, and they were exhausted after several hours of fighting. The war had been fought from early morning to afternoon. With the Norsca dwarves, they can still maintain a certain combat effectiveness.

Ryan was also seriously injured. He was almost unable to stand still while leaning on a long spear. Although relying on the power of the shadow of oblivion, he did not suffer the consequences of having his limbs cut off, but the previous injuries and mental pain also made him collapse. It is very clear that his internal organs are bleeding, his lungs are in severe pain due to severe internal bleeding, every breath is as painful as being scraped by a steel knife, and the mouth and nostrils are full of rust, the Sun King can at this time All he could do was stand, and he could only stand. The overdraft of psychic energy made Ryan's eyes glow with gold stars, and he breathed out desperately: "Send the order, the army is regrouped, we must rush to save the palace before the palace falls. Brunswick, if Charlemagne's throne falls, the blow to the Empire will be fatal."

"Your Majesty, you are seriously injured." Marshal Raymond said so, and he himself was not much better, with two wounds from an axe, a wound from a sword, a javelin hole on his shoulder, and a scratch on his thigh. It wasn't Morgiana's group healing technique, Lei Meng definitely explained here today: "We don't have the ability to quickly enter the city now."

"Why?" Ryan felt his eyes darken, and he was about to faint.

"Because there are more than 80,000 Nurgle troops outside the city, the Chaos Demon Army has dissipated, but they are still there!" Lei Meng said quickly, and he waved his hand, and a group of old guards and great swordsmen rushed over and set Ryan up. Standing up and retreating: "We think we must regroup first, Your Majesty!"

"Damn it!" Ryan closed his eyes in pain: "Is it still not working? Or..."

Nurgle's wild laughter and the cry of the Goddess of Mercy came from the Temple of Salia in the city. Before Ryan wanted to give up, the Nurgle army rushed over again, and thousands of Norscan Yankees enjoyed the Nurgle. In the aftermath of the heavy rain, the wounds on their bodies healed again, and a full four teams of Forsaken finally received Nurgle's blessing as they wished, and transformed into Chaos Warriors directly on the battlefield.

"Protect the king." Raymond quickly ordered, and more old guards came from behind. Ryan could feel that the current old guards seemed to be the army with the most complete system, and there were still nearly 2,000 troops. People, this is firstly because Ryan used it as the last reserve team, and secondly, Suria personally led the Old Guards out of battle many times. This force was blessed and protected by the Angel Alliance group.

"Lian!" There was a vacuum on the battlefield where the Chaos Demon Army disappeared. Suria rushed to protect Ryan behind her and signaled the old guards to retreat in an orderly manner.

"Extremely cold field!" The Kislev guards of Queen Katarin arrived.

"Flamestorm!" Veronica's witch group also arrived.

Looking at the hussars and Kislev's Kesa warriors passing by, Ryan was held up by Suria, and smiled wryly: "Madam, I can't do it."

"You have done a good job, my husband." Surya said softly: "Next, leave it to us."

"Get ready~" The Dwarf Troll Hammer bazooka brigade continued to move forward: "Reload~ launch!"

A series of rockets directly blasted the entire team of Chaos Warriors into the sky.

Not far away, the two dwarf colossi were still fighting, and more than half of the Yankee army of giant beasts had suffered casualties, but neither side planned to stop.

Ryan nodded slowly. Even if he defeated the Chaos Demon Army, he was still very far away from this victory. According to intelligence, even if he could wipe out the Grote Vanguard Army, Archaon's main force on the Chaos Wasteland still had at least one million people.

One million people... Thinking of this, Ryan couldn't help but smile bitterly, and the Sun King couldn't help but cast his gaze on the twin-tailed comet slowly approaching Brunswick above the sky.

Legend has it that when the empire encountered the most dangerous and terrible disaster, Charlemagne or the savior Emperor Ludwig would return, and the symbol of return was the twin-tailed comet.

But this twin-tailed comet has been flying in the sky for almost three years, brother, are you reliable?

How much combat power can the Jihad Army leave after the huge losses in this battle?

Are we still in time?

Ryan was escorted by the Old Guards, and was dragged back to the Crusaders camp by Suria and Silvia. What he had to do was to stop the bleeding first. Due to the super high magic resistance, almost all healing magic spells None of them had any effect on him, and Ryan's spiritual power had been exhausted, so Ryan could only stop the bleeding with the simplest bandages and the medicine of the wood elves.

Even so, Ryan demanded that he must stand among all people.

No one in the Jihad army objected to this.

Because as long as Ryan stands here, as long as he is with the knight soldiers, the morale of the Bretanian army will be a world of difference.

He is the symbol of victory, and he and the heraldry banner and iris flower banner behind him are the military spirit of Britannia!

"So, that star, will it be our turning point?"

When Ryan was still retreating under protection, Francois, Bohemond, Callard and others who had just retreated from the front line were also injured in the camp.

Just after the rendezvous, everyone learned that Ford, the Duke of Montfort, was also killed in battle, Philip Mountbatten, the deputy commander of the Coldstream Guards, was also killed, the coach Udino was seriously injured, and the Coldstream Guards were almost broken up. Less than 400 people.

Now fighting the Chaos Horde is the coalition forces of the Norscan dwarves and Kislev, and the Britannian army temporarily retreats to regroup.

The wood elves also suffered huge losses, the Alaros army retreated, the wood elf heroes were still trying to regroup the army, Alaier's army also chose to retreat, and the Twilight sisters couldn't fight anymore.

"Now, we can only hope that the twin-tailed comet is really as it is in the legend." François's face was tangled and pale as paper, Ryan's father-in-law wore eight wounds, and nearly two liters of blood flowed out. If it weren't for him being the Great Holy Grail, family armor, artifact unicorn sword, and cloak blessed by the holy water of Morgiana, he would have died many times. Of course, there is another more important reason. He was heartbroken. After counting the 4,000 knights that Wenford set off, there were only less than 2,000 left. The Unicorn Guard was reduced from 1,000 to 561. The old man was heartbroken. These are all good soldiers, the soldiers he brought out!

No matter how noble the Holy Grail Knight's morality is, Francois can fight desperately on the battlefield for matters involving his own core interests, but at this point, he still feels uncomfortable for his loss and mutters about all this Is it really worth it?

"I can't move here anymore, the enemy is all that kind of hard canned food, plus those giant beast troops, if we continue to fight like this, all our excellent Bretanian knights must be here." Marshal Bohemond He also took off his helmet, and his cheek was cut by the ax of a chaotic champion. The old duke shook his head angrily: "Damn it, how many Yankees have come? We clean up the Norsca line every few years, The land in the north is barren, basically impossible to grow, limited income from fishing and hunting, and civil war all day long, how did the Yankees do it? It’s impossible for the Yankees to grow wheat twice a year, right?”

"Only the lady knows." Callard was still very serious. The golden dragon eagle on the top of his cross helmet had a wing cut off: "We have never dared to go deep into the Norsca mountains, the only time in recent years. It was the one with Oleg von Zhukov."

Everyone knew the end of Oleg's deep dive into the depths of Norsca, and everyone was silent.

Do you reason with Chaos?

The marshal and the generals waited for about a minute, and Marshal Amanrique of the white horse came in from outside: "The situation is bad, we have to retreat and regroup."

"Wait, where is His Excellency Lawn?" The sharp-eyed Grand Duke Magritte Juan did not find Lawen.

"Your Excellency Amanrique, hasn't Lawn received any news of the retreat?" Hagen, Duke of Gisoleoch, said hastily.

"Lauen... He flew into the city with the Brotherhood of the Royal Pegasus Knights 'Sky Host'." Amanrick shook his head.

"In the city?"

While Ryan was fighting the three ultimate monsters outside the city, a fierce battle was also going on in the city of Brunswick.

Nurgle's Chief Demon Library-Gaz and Nurgle's God's Chosen Champion Festus gave up continuing to attack the tough bone of Nur's defense circle, and instead attacked the temple of the goddess of mercy, Thalia, just as Vlad expected As they said, Kugas and Festus planned to conduct a "harvest ceremony" in the main temple of the goddess of mercy. This harvest ceremony will pull the whole city directly into the realm of chaos and become part of the garden of Nurgle.

At this time, the goddess of mercy, Bishop Margarita, made some efforts. She poured Thalia's holy water into the ditch around the main temple. The pure water blessed by the goddess of mercy prevented the chaos demon from forcibly breaking through. The defense of the main temple bought some time. Three reserve militia companies, four imperial provincial companies, and a team of whippers. reinforcements.

The holy water is effective against ordinary Nurgle demons, but it has little effect on Nurgle's chief demon, Kugas. Kugas directly forcibly broke through the blockade of the temple and opened the gate.

Seeing that the victory was just around the corner, there was a harsh moan and the sound of bone rubbing from the courtyard on the far side of the temple.

In an instant, hordes of undead armies swarmed in from more than a dozen streets and alleys, gathering in front of the demon team behind Ku-Gath and Festus.

The head of the undead was Vlad von Carstein, Elector of Sylvania. His fingers rubbed the edge of the blood-drinking sword, and a cruel smile appeared on his pale and twisted face.

There were piercing screams and trumpets, and the battle cry of the peerless warriors of Britannia.

The blue sky above the temple was obscured by the wings of Pegasus.

As a united front, the living and the dead charged.

Large groups of barren grave guards followed Vlad's own command of the black knights and killed the middle part of the Nurgling army. The death lord's spell turned all the Nurglings into purple crystals. Vlad was full of contempt. Looking at this group of enemies with too much blood, thinking that we undead will never have this problem, he swung the blood-drinking sword to kill indiscriminately among the demons of Nurgle, and more undead troops followed Vlad. battlefield.

This really annoyed the two of Fei Ga. Facing the joint charge of the Britannian knights and the undead black knights, it seemed to be a very troublesome thing to capture the main shrine of Salia. At this moment, The twin-tailed comet exposed in the clouds changed Fei Ga's expression dramatically: "It's a star! It's that star!"

"We have to hurry up!" Kugath had no choice. It had Nurgle bestowing on him the ultimate move of "Killing Ryan", which should not have been used here, but now it has no choice.

The Great Demon Nurgle frowned, and its originally happy expression gradually became gloomy. With the chanting of the spell, a hornbeam seed was taken out of Kugas' body and shot directly into Vlad's body.

Proud of his own strength, Vlad arrogantly used the Blooddrinker to blow the seeds away, and sniffed the scent of the blade, expressing his disdain for Nurgle's little trick.

However, Vlad's pride cost him a huge price. The seed flew back into his body after being ejected in two stages from the ruins. Almost in the blink of an eye, Vlad's whole body was swallowed by the power of infection and died. The maharaja was covered from head to bottom with poisonous moss, and terrible mold grew out. His body turned into a fleshy tree, exuding the smell of decay, and then the maharaja of death collapsed and cracked in pain. Pieces of stiff white powdery gravel shook his undead army, but they didn't disappear.

Kugath also paid a huge price for his distraction. While he was focusing on defeating Vlad, Raun's attack had come, and the artifact Krona sword grabbed Kugath to control the hornbeam The moment the seed parasitized Vlad, it cut Kugas' throat.

Kugath, who was slow to react, punched Lawn's beloved hippogryph Bequis under the nearby statue, and added another blow to completely kill the beast that had accompanied Lawn for decades, but At this time, Lawn's determination was extremely firm, and the regent of the kingdom told himself that if he could defeat the two of Feiga here, then Brunswick might still have hope of being saved.

so be it!

Shouldn't a man's life, a knight's life, be lived and died for this?

My father Luis, my mother, my son Matthew Bard, and the washerwoman...Lawn's family members appeared vaguely in front of his eyes. Send it towards Kugath's body.

Kugas roared, roared, struggled and smashed, but it was useless. In every wound it caused on Lawn, the holy grail knight dripped golden "sacred blood", which was full of Bisalia's blood. Much stronger than the blessing of the goddess of the lake, the golden blood burns the flesh of the daemon, more effective than any strong acid, dissolving its material substance, like being thrown into a ball of mold by scorched wood.

To make matters worse, holy blood dripped into the open wound on the demon's festering chest.

Gradually, Kugath's struggle weakened, and Lawn seized the opportunity to pierce the rotting and festering black heart of Nurgle's chief demon with the sword of Krona. A smudge of burnt stains.

Lawn, who was seriously injured all over his body, fell to the ground. The regent of the kingdom looked at his results with great pride. The chief demon of Nurgle was defeated unjustly, and he won by a bit of a trick, but there is no need to talk about chivalry when dealing with Chaos Demons. Killing them all and letting them go back to where they belong is the best chivalrous virtue.

Then, only the enemy in front of him was left. Lawn noticed that the last few Pegasus knights had been killed by Festus. The horse's blood dripped like dirty rain.

It's not over yet!

Although Lawn was exhausted and bled, the regent of the kingdom resolutely protected the gate of the main temple of the Goddess of Mercy, and he stepped down the steps to challenge Festus.

Almost all the defenders of the empire died in battle, and behind the gate there were only weak patients, and the Goddess of Mercy only knew how to heal nuns.

As a knight, it is his responsibility and obligation to protect the weak and fight for justice.

Is there anything more honorable than what I am doing now? Lawn couldn't help smiling.

that's enough.

The two sides immediately launched a big battle. Festus was a little eager and played all his cards, but instead gave Lawn a chance. The more anxious Festus was, the slower he was. After more than a dozen rounds of close combat, Lawn En seized the opportunity, tensed his shoulders, rolled over, thrust his sword, and the glowing sword pierced deep into Festus' guts, a blow that could kill an ordinary champion of Nurgle.

It's a pity that Lawn miscalculated. Festus is not comparable to the ordinary Chaos God's Chosen. Resisting the pain of burning internal organs, Si took out a potion bottle from behind and smashed it on Lawn's face.

Ron staggered back, howling in rage and pain, his entire face melted, his frontal bone exposed.

Seizing this opportunity, Festus took another meathook from its belt, and the jagged bone blade slit Raun's throat, and in the rage of Nurgle's Chosen Champion, the bone blade cut back and forth After sawing and sawing, the golden blood rained down on Festus' body. Festus was extremely painful, but he was not Kugas after all. He had a body, flesh and blood.

Finally, the regent of the kingdom stopped struggling. Festus grabbed his hair and wanted to twist his head off. A sharp sword pierced Festus' chest from behind. .

Vlad the Lord of Death was resurrected, his face was full of anger after being calculated, the Von Carstein ring was shining, Vlad swore that this was the second rage since his resurrection, the Lord of Death took out His secret weapon, the improvised oak spear, penetrated Festus' body again, piercing the heart.

Oak is a kind of extremely inert wood. As soon as it entered Festus' body, it crazily absorbed Nurgle's life energy and broke the balance Festus was trying to maintain. Vlad then put Nagash in his body. The strong wind of death brought by the power injected Festus into the body, and the champion of Nurgle's God's Choice immediately mutated, and his body was covered with amethyst and turned into a statue.

The witch doctor lord has fallen.

Then there was Lawn who fell down. The regent of the kingdom glanced at Vlad at the last moment of his life. The two looked at each other. The death king also sighed, nodded to him, and drew out the blood-drinking sword to attack the Vlad. A venerable Holy Grail Knight extended von Carstein's standard etiquette, and then signaled the undead army to clean up the nearby Nurgle army. Without the power of Kugas and Festus, the Nurgle army has begun to dissipate. It was only a matter of time before Vlad defeated him.

Well, that's enough.

Lawn lay powerlessly on the ground of the solid temple, and the regent of the kingdom finally looked at the sky. He felt that his consciousness was disappearing, and the endless darkness was engulfing him, but instead, there was a serene, quiet, clothed In the utopia full of grasslands, forests, and lakes, the lady stood in front of the moon shrine, smiling at him with tears in her eyes.

"Good job, Ron Leo Cornwall, really, hard work."

"My lady..." Lawn murmured softly in his vague consciousness.

"You are worthy of your family, you are worthy of your country, you are worthy of chivalry, and you are worthy of me, Lawn Leo Cornwall." The goddess wiped away her tears vigorously, and opened her arms to welcome Lawn.

"That's enough." Lawn said his last words, and he showed his last smile with difficulty. The nuns of the Goddess of Mercy surrounded him and called the hero's name, but he couldn't hear anything. .

In this way, with the victory of the defense battle and the lifting of the crisis of Brunswick being dragged into the Garden of Nurgle, in the voices of the crowd, surrounded by the living and the dead, on the stone slab of the main temple of the Goddess of Mercy, Regent of Tania Kingdom, Marshal of Brittany, Duke of Conrone, Lawn-Leo Cornwall, died.

This was the seventh Marshal killed in action in Brittania.

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