Chapter 1377, Vlad's Last Kiss

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Attacking from all sides and blooming in the center, this is Ryan's original battle plan. In addition to relying on the power of the various incarnations, one of the most important prerequisites is that Middenheim can persist for a long enough time. If the nails are so firmly nailed in place and contain most of the main force of the chaos army, only the outer order army can succeed.

And this premise is now shattered, and all the incarnations of order outside the city, including Generalissimo Ryan, were all in a cold sweat.

Did Middenheim fall?

right? Didn't Middenheim claim that the fire of Ulrich will never be extinguished, and that White Wolf City will never fall?

Are you reliable, Yurik?

The knights of Brittany cursed that the defenders of Middenheim failed to complete the task. At this time, even the main generals, Morgiana and François, panicked. The old man couldn't help it. He asked Ryan, "Your Majesty, are there any reinforcements?"

"It is impossible to expect any other reinforcements now. All the combat power in the world is already here." Ryan's face was as black as ink, and the Primarch couldn't help but clenched the hilt of Nemesis, he He stared fixedly at Middenheim, looking at the billowing smoke from the city gate. It is certain that the defenders of Middenheim have not collapsed and are still resisting, but without the protection of the city gate. , How long can the defenders of Middenheim last?

"Father, don't you know how to teleport collectively?" Devonhill suddenly asked, "Why don't you teleport collectively to the city of Middenheim?"

Others are fine, Leman Russ, who was on standby, couldn't help but glance at Devonhill, the old wolf stretched out his hand helplessly, and messed up Devonhill's hair.

"Good question." Ryan laughed at his son's words, and he grinned: "Devin, you must have read all the books in the "HH (Horus Rebellion)" series, right?"

"Yes, Father." Devonhill nodded.

"Then I can ask you, why didn't your grandpa bring a group of forbidden troops with you during the battle of Terra? Your Uncle Dorne, Uncle Khan, and Uncle Sanguinius were directly teleported to Horus from the very beginning." In front of you?" Ryan said casually: "But wait until Horus chooses to lower his own ship?"

"Eh..." Devin Hill was a little confused.

"When the other party is vigilant, it is extremely dangerous to engage in this kind of long-distance and large-scale teleportation." Ryan said coldly: "In most cases, this move may not only be interrupted by the other party, but also cause huge damage to yourself." Backlash, it is even very likely that the way to enter the mortal world will be directly blocked,

Trapped in the subspace or exiled to the end of the universe, Archaon is the eternal choice blessed by the four gods of chaos. He is not only a fighter, but also a very powerful mage. Are you playing group teleportation in front of him? "

It's not impossible for Ryan to teleport large-scale groups now, but it's too dangerous, too dangerous. Mass teleportation at the military level does not go from here to there with a "swoosh", but requires a casting process and casting time. Not only will it consume a huge amount of Ryan's spiritual energy, but it will also be more easily interrupted and destroyed during the transmission.

"Honey, what should we do now?" Veronica supported the injured Surya, and the sanctuary witch's face was full of anxiety.

"There is no way!" Ryan gritted his teeth, and he raised the spear of my lord here: "Old Guards, follow me, dispatch!"

"The Angrund clan, for the sake of Granni and Grimnir, and for Mount Eight Peaks!" Bellegar responded generously.

The unique sound of horns spread across the battlefield, and the elite infantry regiment headed by the Britannian Old Guard, Red Dragon Guard, and Unicorn Guard, as well as the Holy Grail Knights headed by the Red Dragon Knight Brotherhood, were dispatched.

The mountains of Brittania moved.

The slogan of the Old Guard resounded through the mountains and seas, and under the power of Ryan, a rainbow bridge condensed into a solid body went straight from the land to the high mountain of Middenheim!

The Old Guard, the Holy Grail Knights, Angrund's sworn guards, and a small number of elite knights and infantry followed Ryan and set foot on the Rainbow Bridge.

The final journey begins.

"Gelt!!!" In the imperial army formation, Emperor Karl Franz's roar also sounded: "Midenheim has fallen!"

"I know." Gelt couldn't help his panic and anxiety. The great alchemist waved the wand of Wolan, and a large group of golden retrievers appeared around him, tearing pieces of Chaos warriors apart. At least a hundred Chaos warbands came to support, while the number of the Imperial Army was decreasing every second.

"We have to hurry, otherwise we won't be able to see the dawn of tomorrow!" Carl the Ascended waved Gael-Maraz's essence to headshot two Tzeentch God's Chosen fighters. He could only use the most sincere way Pleading with Gelt: "Find a way to send us to Middenheim, this is the only hope!"

The face behind the Gelt metal mask became tangled up, trying to send everyone in at once? How easy is it? Does our emperor feel that we can do it again because we created the storm gate and won the surprise attack?

"Gelt!!!" The upgraded Karl shouted, "Answer me!!!"

"My magic can't take everyone!" The great alchemist was silent for a while, and then said: "At most a small part."

"That's a small part!" The emperor roared: "Quick!!!"

Gelt finally nodded, the great alchemist mobilized his strength with all his might, a clearly visible golden light appeared on the entire battlefield, flowing gold was everywhere in the air, the molten metal rushed into the sky, and was swept away in one fell swoop. Fortified, a golden skybridge appeared in front of everyone. Following the emperor's call, the half-griffin knights, the Rick guards, the sun knights, the Carronburg sword group, the black stone guards, the Nur iron armor army and the emperor The private army of the Griffin Great Sword Regiment stepped onto the final battlefield, leaving behind most of the Imperial Army to hold off the remaining enemies.

Similarly, the Elven Empire Army, who saw the problem, immediately launched the root transmission of the oak tree of the age under Alarielle's operation, and the tree that rose from the ground opened a way for the army of life.

Malekith chose the most dangerous decision. He activated his shadow wind power, engulfed a part of the elf army under his command, and rushed towards Middenheim directly in a dirty undercurrent. This move was very dangerous. But the Eternal King had no other choice.

Most of the elven imperial army left, and the pale queen Olika, the god king of the elven underground gods, was left behind. Olika was so angry that her face turned blue. They create opportunities.

Vlad also noticed the fall of Middenheim. To put it bluntly, the Lord of Death was very reluctant to approach Middenheim. The holy fire there would cause great damage to Vlad, but the current situation is already like this. Even if Vlad didn't want to, he could only turn himself into a bat and fly directly to Middenheim.

Perhaps only the incarnation of the wind of death does not need to consider the issue of the army. Vlad knew that as long as he reached the interior of Middenheim, he would have countless corpse pits to summon the army of undead to fight. He left behind Luther Harken , Akhan and the others just ordered the Horror Beast to take Gul and head towards the mountain.

Only halfway through the flight, a beautiful figure stopped in front of Vlad. She let out a silver bell-like laugh, which was mixed with devil whispers and extreme hatred: "Where are you going? My dear, I am here Well, husband, the world is about to be destroyed, before that, don't you plan to give your wife a final hug?"

"..." Vlad stared at Isabella, his wife. He knew that Isabella had already been possessed by a certain Nurgle, but this person was his wife. Isabella was still as beautiful as when they were married hundreds of years ago, and Vlad knew that there was no way he would ever give up on Isabella, never.

"Very well, before the world is destroyed, let's hug one last time." Vlad gave up his plan to quickly enter the city, he reappeared, and the death lord raised his blood-drinking sword: "Come on."

In history, the husband and wife fought again. Isabella and Vlad, who were controlled by the devil, actually fought to a draw. Vlad was forced to use all his sword skills and combined all his combat experience. Being able to suppress his wife, he noticed the venom on Isabella's sword, which was a gift from Nurgle. Vlad couldn't let himself be touched by this venom, otherwise, even if he didn't die, his strength would be greatly damaged.

When the city of Middenheim was in flames, the husband and wife had a magnificent duel on the city wall. Every second, the Lord of Death was pouring the wind of death into Isabella's body, which made the sojourner The Nurgle in Isabella's body was very painful, and Isabella's counterattack came extremely quickly. In the blink of an eye, Vlad's body was cut into thousands of pieces, but the Lord of Death was resurrected immediately .

In the second life, Vlad rushed forward, dodging all the attacks, and let Isabella's long sword pierce his heart tendon. He turned his wife's body into his arms and held Isabella Bella's hands were cut behind her back, and the elector's wife was panting in pain. After all, her strength was not comparable to that of Vlad, let alone the Death Maharaja who had merged with the wind of death.

In the third life, Vlad, who was resurrected again, squeezed his wife's chin vigorously. His eyes were full of affection, and he looked at Isabella's perfect appearance. Every time, Isabella's beauty As intoxicated as they were when they were newlyweds, Vlad sighed: "Accept my love, Isa, my wife."

All Isabella's words were blocked in her mouth. Vlad bit his wife's lips violently. The fangs of both sides collided, and the mouth was full of the taste of blood. The strong and pure wind of death came from Vlad. It was poured into Isabella's body, and the demon Nurgle who controlled the elector's wife screamed in despair until Isabella's whole body turned into a dry and stiff amethyst.

Resisting the severe pain, Vlad pulled the von Carstein ring from his finger before his wife died completely, and put it on Isabella's hand. The amethyst in the shape of his wife gave a sudden push, causing the amethyst to fall to the high mountain of Middenheim, and he knelt on one knee on the city wall, laughing.

The Nurgle who lived in Isabella's body will die, and his wife Isabella will be reborn.

But at this moment, Vlad was very weak. He was vomiting blood and gasping for breath. He felt someone approaching quickly from behind, and he was directly pressed to his feet before he could react in time.

The clay friend's famous sword, Chikuzen Karasuma Onikiri, pressed on Vlad's shoulder and slowly stretched out, sparking a stream of sparks on Vlad's armor, the death king's body shook, and his tone was a little stiff: "You coming?"

"Why can't I come?" Blood Dragon Patriarch Aibo Wallace appeared behind Vlad.

"Of course you can come, so, are you here to kill me?" Vlad can move, but it is not necessary, he knows very well that the ancestor of the blood dragon, Aibo Wallace, only needs a flick of his wrist in this case You can kill him: "In this way, the wind of death will be yours."

"I'm not interested in the wind of death." Abbott Wallace whispered: "We made an agreement before, I owe you one, right?"

"right."

"Now, I'll return it to you." Chikuzen Karasuma Onikiri withdrew, and the blood dragon patriarch looked at the city of Middenheim: "I came this time to fulfill the agreement with my old friend."

"Then, I wish you a happy day." Vlad immediately turned into a bat and left, not daring to stay for a second.

………I am the dividing line for fulfilling the agreement………

The city of Middenheim fell so quickly that the army of order outside the city was forced to break up into pieces. When each led their elites to try to break into the city of Middenheim to prevent Archaon from marching towards Fort Urick, the duel in the city also It's near the end.

Charlemagne's Chosen Champion, Woten, and Eternal Chosen Archaon are engaged in an unprecedented championship duel.

The light of Gail-Maraz collided with the flames of the demon, and the flames from the golden griffon master-level rune full-body plate armor on Woten's body and the chaotic mark on Moka's armor complemented each other.

The attack from both sides was a group of domineering and domineering battle dances that could not be seen directly. Woten's moves were fierce, and Gail Malaz broke through all defenses.

Archaon was flawless, the Kingslayer spewed sparks, and the Eye of Sherron on his brow kept seeing Voten's attacks, stopping Gael-Maraz's every inevitable swing.

The two sides looked evenly matched, but Woten was a pure fighter and not a mage after all. Archaon kept summoning demon flames, and the Chaos mark on his forehead shot lasers. When Woten tried to dodge, he had to pay some The price—his thigh was hit by Archaon twice, and his shoulder was hit by Archaon once.

Charlemagne's chosen champion was injured. Woten endured the pain and continued to fight vigorously. Under his call, the morale of Middenheim's defenders was also high. More importantly, the fire of Ulric was always burning. The flames of the White Wolf God strengthened the strength of every Midden-led defender and suppressed the power of chaos. The Chaos Warriors who rushed into the city were visibly weaker, and the chaotic runes on their bodies were no longer so bright.

Finally, Woten seized an opportunity. He forcibly faced the demonic flames released by Archaon, and used Gal-Maraz to hit the top of Archaon's shield. Archaon staggered, and reluctantly took a step back.

This small victory made Woten see hope, but it also made him open the door wide open. When Woten was about to continue to consolidate this slight advantage, he suddenly felt a sharp pain behind him. Looking down, three The warpstone blade pierced his chest from behind.

Wo Ten staggered a few steps forward, Charlemagne's chosen champion fell to the ground unwillingly, and slowly closed his eyes.

The champion of Charlemagne, the religious leader of the empire, the lord of Middenheim, and the hero of all people, Woten, fell at the gate of Middenheim.

"No!!!" Archaon's angry roar came faster than the death master Snicker's voice of celebration, and the eternal god of choice was furious. He looked at the dead Woten and moved towards the corpse of the champion of Charlemagne. Snicker on board yelled, "He's mine! Mine!!!"

Snicker suddenly felt that something was wrong, Master of Death was picked up by Archaon with his hand like a chicken, it quickly took out a smoke bomb, and wanted to use ninjutsu to escape: "Hidden!"

It was too late, Archaon's Eye of Sheeron had already seen through Snicket's trick, and the kingslayer sent it out, piercing Snicket's body, and the Eternal Godchosen was furious: "How dare you disturb my duel? Die!" stop!!!"

The right paw and generation suzerain of the Eshin clan, the master of death, Snicker, who had created hundreds of perfect assassinations all over the world, fell at the gate of Middenheim and died at the hands of Eternal Chosen Archaon.

The death of two legends in a row caused chaos at the entrance of Middenheim City. The defenders of Middenheim saw Woten killed with their own eyes, and their morale almost collapsed.

The Skaven and most of the Chaos army were overwhelmed by the scene in front of them. Isn't the Rat a friendly army?

At this time, a warrior saved everything.

The sanctuary mercenary from the southern kingdom, the bounty hunter Brenner, stood up. He threw a flash bomb among the chaotic army, and then pulled out a six-round revolver from his waist to fight with incomparable With a firm will, he aimed at the Eternal God's Chosen who was in a frenzy, the endless divine power that was enough to frighten people at a glance, and resolutely pulled the trigger.

"It's noon!"

Six gunshots were fired, and six bullets flew towards the gap of Archaon's Crown of Ruler with incomparable accuracy.

"Small tricks!" Archaon easily blocked the six bullets, Eternal God Chosen sneered, watching mortals overthinking their capabilities.

"Blessed shooting!" Who knows that this is not over yet, Brenner immediately pulled out a double-barreled long-barreled rune handgun from his arms, and fired a double-bomb salvo at Archaon, and two dimensional stone bullets carried The power like an explosion directly hit Archaon's helmet!

"Hmm!" Archaon was staggered by this blow. The Eternal God Chosen really didn't understand the power of the Dimensional Stone bullet, so he took a step back.

"Quick!" The two white wolf monks seized this opportunity and quickly grabbed Gael Malaz, the hammer, from Woten's corpse!

Seeing that his goal had been accomplished, Brenner nodded. The bounty hunter took out his saber, intending to buy time for the white wolf monks and white wolf knights to retreat. up the challenge.

Barely two minutes later, Brenner's body fell in pieces on the street in Middenheim, blood staining the flagstones.

With all his myths and his life as a mercenary legend, the old sanctuary strongman of the southern kingdom, one of the most famous mercenaries in the old world, Angron's close comrade in arms, and the bounty hunter Brenner fell in Midden Helm Gate.

Archaon stepped on Brenner's head under the iron boots with disdain, and the head exploded with a little force. The Eternal God was about to move on, when a flash of white light forced him back.

Avatar of the Wind of Light, Son of Alario, Tyrion appeared in radiant light.

"Are you here to die one by one?" Archaon sneered, "That's really good."

Tyrion ignored Archaon's declaration, and the incarnation of Bright Wind told Boris behind him: "Quick, you go and rebuild Middenheim's defenses, and I will hold back the Eternal Chosen!"

White Wolf Elector Boris panted heavily, guilt still plagued him.

Old guy, it's all your fault!

But at least you have to do something for the city and the empire before you die!

"Okay, I'll leave it to you! You lost dog!" Boris patted Tyrion vigorously. Nearby, the defenders of Middenheim were rejoicing for the return of the elector: "Don't die!"

"You too, lost lone wolf," Tyrion smiled, and Yang Yanjian aimed at Archaon: "Come on, Eternal Chosen."

"The descendant of Ben Alario, the guardian of Ulthuan, the war lord, the grand master and regent Tyrion, come to be your opponent!"

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