Chapter 1336, the Big Position Is Finalized

The first snow in 2525 of the Imperial Calendar came earlier than usual.

The day after the Battle of Brunswick.

White snow fell slowly, turning the long-suffering city into a world of silver, and the power of the emperor cleansed Brunswick forever, driving the city from plague and corruption, those annoying The vines and poisonous moss were permanently burned and exiled, and the silt that blocked the river was completely purified. The turbid, yellow and bubbling Rick River re-exposed the river bed, and the crystal-clear water flowed in the river again.

In front of the ruined Palace Avenue, with the falling white snowflakes, the drumbeat of the military band was soft but firm.

Along the two ends of the Imperial Palace Avenue, the troika slowly moved forward following the rider's command. The best flannelette was draped on the carriage behind the carriage, and along the road along the flying snow, they walked towards the final journey.

Both sides of the Palace Avenue are the local residents of Brunswick. The Battle of Brunswick is over, and about 200,000 people in the city survived. They gathered on both sides of the road, silently watching the last journey of the human hero. .

On the left side of the road are the remaining troops of the Empire, including but not limited to the Griffin Knights, the Brunswick Honor Guard, the Nuer Iron Armor, the Reik Guard, and the Blackstone Guard. They lined up in a row and watched silently. The coffin of the hero.

On the right side of the road, there are the old guards of Brittania, tall bearskin hats, red and blue epaulets, golden braids, dark coats and white linings, the same legendary troops from Brittania Line up and pay your last respects to the heroes.

This is a humble state funeral, co-sponsored by Emperor Karl Franz and King Lane Macado, for Marshal Rick, Duke of Griffin, Marshal Lawn, heroes who gave their lives to protect the capital of the empire Their glorious deeds will be forever remembered and sung until the end of the world.

The city held, it was very hard to win, very risky to win, half the city was in ruins.

There is no joy of victory, no joy of survival, almost everyone knows that this is just the end of a stage, and Chaos is far from being defeated.

But the empire was exhausted, and Britannia suffered great losses.

The two kings sat on the high platform of the palace. The emperor "Ascended" Karl Franz held the hammer of light in one hand and the hilt of the Dragon Tooth Sword in the other. The raw magic energy burning in his body made his body Whole again, his soul a hundred times stronger than ever. His throne room was hit by a comet, and the huge spiral of original energy that curled into the night sky outside turned the place into a flickering monochrome. The emperor's whole body was shrouded in golden light, and two trails of platinum-gold flames trailed behind him. , pointing to the sky.

The Sun King Ryan seemed even more sluggish. He had used too much power before, but in terms of momentum alone, the Primarch was not inferior to the emperor at all. On the surface of Ryan's body, the thunder light mixed with gold and silver kept flickering , the surroundings of the Primarch are like a huge vortex, swallowing all the uncleanness, and the divine weapon spear made of the weapon of destruction, the Lord, stands here on the ground, and endless miracles and light surround Ryan's body Fingers, one after another ancient holy runes revolved around the Nemesis, the silver flames were always burning in Ryan's eyes, behind him was a huge phantom of a sharp sword in the book, and the pattern of irises was constantly forming, fading, and growing endlessly. interest.

The two leaders looked at the state funeral procession and started a dialogue.

It's very quiet here in the empire.

Geisel, the Grand Duke of Nord and the Elector, also died in battle. Now there are only three Electors left in the empire, namely Emmanuel, the Duchess of the Empire, and Alberich-Haut- Anderson and Ivy led the Elector Marius, and the chief wizard of the Empire, Greg Mattak, stood behind them. He looked as dirty as before, although his long beard seemed to have changed. Half burnt.

At the end of yesterday's battle, Mattak lured a large group of Nurgle's Chosen Warriors to the Imperial Zoo,

The chief wizard of the imperial royal family, who had nothing to do, finally managed to wake up the imperial dragon. The dragon was very angry when he was woken up in his sleep. He wiped out all the intruders with a breath of the dragon, and almost arranged for Matak.

It was the emperor's son, Luitpold II, who was in charge of helping Marshal Rick's spirit. This prince did not show any performance during the defense of Brunswick, and did not even have a chance to show his face. He hid in the shelter for a long time. For a long time, it didn't appear until the end of the battle. Ryan discovered that Luitpold II's strength was very poor, and he was only at the elite level when he was nearly 30 years old.

Not only Heilberg died in the battle, Heilberg's deputy Hans Zentler, Rick's guard captain Hans Gentler were all killed in this battle, and Hunter Marshal Wolfhardt was seriously injured. The choice can only be made by Luitpold II.

The new Field Marshal Rudolf Lichtenstein.

It was Frederick who was in charge of supporting the spirit of the Duke of Griffin, which was the meaning of the emperor and Ryan.

Similarly, it was Devonhill who was in charge of helping the spirit of the Duke of Lawn. The young baron was crying very sadly. Lawn had always been very kind to him. After following Devonhill, he did not expect Uncle Lawn to leave in this way. he.

The great nobles on Ryan's side will speak louder, and the knights are discussing the situation of the battle, how much more troops can be mobilized in the old world.

The ascendant Karl Franz looked mournful. He watched the team go away. After a long silence, he finally spoke: "In any case, the Empire will always be grateful for the support of the Knight Kingdom. Ryan, my best friend, I can get your help. Delighted, the Empire is honored."

"The lips are cold, the spirit of chivalry prompted us to do this." Ryan nodded in response, and the King of Knights accepted the emperor's thanks, but Ryan quickly got to the point: "If we don't come to help you, then it will be our turn next." .”

"No, we don't exist, you, everyone is us." Emperor Karl, the ascendant, looked very serious: "Archaon has only one plan, and that is to destroy the whole world. This is just the end of a stage. If you can't stop him , then the whole world will go to destruction.”

"Our strength is already insufficient." Ryan said seriously: "Empire, Britannia, we can't add up to 150,000 troops, and Archaon still has at least 1 million people."

"This is not what we are going to discuss now." Ascended Karl looked at Ryan, his golden beard swaying along the master's words: "We must gather all the eight wind incarnations before we can fight against Archaon and close the Chaos Teleportation door, rebuild the seal."

"Priority is to find the incarnation of the eight winds?" Ryan hesitated: "You? The wind of heaven?"

"Why don't you want to be the incarnation of the wind of light?" the emperor asked solemnly.

"I don't need this kind of power." Ryan shook his head.

"Your pride will destroy you."

"If I choose to accept the power of the Wind of Light, it will destroy me." Ryan flatly refused.

The ascended Karl had an angry expression on his face. For a moment, he seemed to want to question him, but reason calmed him down. The emperor held a hammer in one hand and a sword in the other, and he closed his eyes: "That's Nemesis, yes Bar?"

"Yes." Ryan shook the handle of Nemesis's sword: "My father gave it to me."

"There is no such thing as heaven and earth, and there is only one master of mankind." The ascended Carl's tone was full of provocation: "Now our primary enemy is chaos, and we will talk about other things later, but you can go Tell your father, sooner or later, I will challenge him and smash his dead man's head with Gael-Maraz. If he is sensible, he will submit to me as soon as possible and still be the elector. Otherwise, , between me and him, only one can live."

"I will convey it truthfully." Ryan said with a smile, neither humble nor overbearing.

Seeing that Ryan's attitude was not clear, the emperor also deliberately avoided the alliance, and kept a flat expression throughout the whole process. Karl Franz sighed softly: "Lauen's death is a huge loss to the old world. It's not that I don't want to come in person, but..."

"I know that you will be able to go out in person only when the Maelstrom is unsealed." Ryan still put away his smile, and shook his head: "If this is the fate of the knight, then so be it."

"You still obey the orders of that goddess?"

"I just trust my own judgment."

The emperor frowned.

Just now, the Wind of Light came through the sky and rushed towards Ryan, as if he wanted to use Ryan as his host. ranks, then the confidence of the final battle will be increased by one or two points.

However, Ryan flatly rejected the power of the Bright Wind: "I don't need this power."

After the Bright Wind was rejected by Ryan, he immediately chose to stand behind him. The Gray Knight Supreme Mentor Kaldor Diego who was also seriously injured, who knew that Diego also flatly refused: "I don't need this power."

After being rejected twice in a row, Bright Wind did not look for a host in Brunswick, but flew directly to the north.

The two monarchs sat together, the emperor was silent, the knight king was also silent, they just watched the state funeral procession disappear into the end of sight.

After a long time, the emperor took the initiative to speak again: "Although Brunswick is defending, the city is no longer worth defending. I think we can move to Nur, and Avheim is also fine."

"Yes, you can." Ryan said lightly, and the King of Knights shook his head wearily: "You are the emperor."

Karl glanced at Knight Queen Suria sitting on Ryan's right, and he sighed: "Now is the time we need all our allies."

"I've brought all the allies I can muster." Ryan pointed to Alaros and Baldr-Crimson standing below: "It's up to you next."

"Then take a short break, we will transfer to Nur, we can also get food supplies from Aviland and Britannia, and gather the remaining troops." The ascendant Karl looked at the Imperial Lady Ai who was standing below. Miria, the emperor took out the map and analyzed: "As long as Middenheim is still holding on, we still have a chance. Now we have to wait until the eight incarnations are gathered."

"Which will be the incarnations of the eight winds?" Ryan thought, he did not reject the emperor's proposal, but he did not agree either.

The emperor became more and more aware of what Ryan was thinking, but at present there was no good solution to the problem. The emperor could only say: "If you don't consider accidents, the most likely incarnation of the Eight Winds is the Eight Winds of Lustria. There is only one magic toad, and everyone corresponds to one kind of wind."

"Then we are finished." Ryan grinned and said with an awkward smile: "The magic toads will only think about their own big plans. They may fight against chaos, but they will never do what we imagined."

"Because of the big plan, the magic toads will not choose to become hosts." The ascendant Karl shook his head: "It will take time to confirm the incarnation of the eight winds. During this time, before Archaon himself goes south, we must save Strength, come, Ryan, my best friend, let us fight this war together."

"For now, that's the only way to go." Ryan also sighed: "Then in what name?"

The emperor shrank in his heart. What originally belonged to Woten or Luitpold II could not be kept after all.

That being the case, it is better to be more straightforward! Against the Last Hour, against Archaon, the strength of Lion and his brothers was needed, more than ever.

So when the state funeral was over, the emperor ordered all the nobles of the empire to gather in front of the Britannia. The emperor sat on the throne with a shining golden figure, and he said to the crowd: "My lords of the empire, the Battle of Brunswick, is the battle of Brunswick. A catastrophe for the empire is also my responsibility, because I did not do a good job, so that the Yankees invaded our capital and smashed the empire into a large ruin."

"In the past few months, more than 10 million imperial citizens have died on our land. For this, as the emperor, I cannot shirk my responsibility. I declare that I will shoulder this responsibility until the end Within one year after the end of Yan Zhi Mo, I will voluntarily step down as emperor of the empire!"

The words of the ascended Karl exploded on the palace avenue like earth-shattering, and people whispered to each other in shock!

Emperor, intends to abdicate after the end of the hour? !

To whom will the throne pass?

Is it Luitpold II? Is it Frederick? Is it Charlemagne's chosen champion Woten? Or Marius, Haut-Anderson, or something... some Sylvanian?

Standing in the audience, Luitpold II and Frederick seemed to have a premonition. They glanced at each other, looking away full of gunpowder, and almost instantly, the generals and courtiers of the pro-Nur faction They immediately began to stand in line. The generals and courtiers of the pro-Rick faction were few in number, but they also stood firmly behind Luitpold II.

"I have chosen for you a master who is strong and invincible." The ascended Karl tapped the golden griffin pattern on the throne, and said slowly: "Frey! Come on stage!"

Frederick only felt that his hands were trembling. He walked forward quickly, walked up the steps step by step, walked up to the emperor, and knelt down on one knee: "Godfather... Your Majesty!"

"Frey, I think that of all the suitable candidates, only you are the best. You are brave, witty, fearless, and have a noble character. You are deeply like me, and you will be able to inherit the rule. You are the best successor of the golden spirit. I As the current Emperor Karl-Franz, the Imperial Parliament immediately initiates a voting resolution, and I propose to designate Frederick and Baron Noor as the next Imperial Crown Prince, and now, everyone can vote."

After finishing speaking, the emperor, who also has the status of Elector Rick, first raised his hand in agreement.

The eyes of Emilia, the Countess of the Empire, were shining, and Ryan's little maid immediately raised her hand in agreement.

Marius had a stinky face, and the Grand Duke Ivy did not hesitate, and raised his hand to express his agreement.

Grand Duke Hout-Anderson of Steele hesitated for a while, but still raised his hand in agreement.

The Acting Archbishop of the Justice Church looked at the trailing flames of the twin-tailed comet behind the emperor, and he had no choice but to raise his hands in agreement.

"Okay, that's five votes." The emperor nodded: "Then even if you count Boris and Great Urik who are not here, we still have an absolute majority. Then I declare as the emperor of the empire that the procedure is valid. Starting today, Baron Frederick is the crown prince of our empire, the next emperor of the empire!"

"Boom~boom~boom~"

The small wooden hammer sounded three times, and the resolution was passed!

After nearly two hundred years, the throne of the empire will soon return to Nur again!

Seeing this scene, Ryan finally showed a smile on his face.

His layout is finally complete.