Proof of the Sun King

In ancient times, when the world was not yet divided.

Everything was still shrouded in fog, and the world was littered with rocks, giant trees, and immortal ancient dragons.

Until one day, the ancient saints came to the mortal world, and they built two portals of the South Pole and the North Pole.

Changes have arisen, new races, new civilizations, the ancient saints have changed the whole world according to their wishes, the dragon clan is still strong, but no longer dominant, and differences arise because of this.

Noble elves, stubborn dwarves, and complex humans.

Cold and hot, life and death, light and darkness.

Mortals once foolishly chose to believe in the power of order, and they gradually evolved their own culture under the guidance of the Old Sage. The elves learned magic from their servants, and the dwarves learned the techniques of forging and smelting from the Old Sage.

Humans have learned both ends of the ancient sage's snake and rat and the ability to learn.

How stupid.

Finally, the true **** from the warp brought true civilization to the world.

The servants of the four gods came to the world, they destroyed the portal of the old sage, and endless demons poured out of the portal.

The True Gods were once only one step away from ruling the world, however, they eventually encountered some minor setbacks.

The first-generation Phoenix King Ainarion led the elves to stand up, and it released the power of Kane's sword to complete the maelstrom of elves.

Grimnir, one of the three main gods of the dwarves, went deep into the realm of Chaos, which prevented the original demon prince's plan to confer a god, and Chaos can no longer give birth to new gods.

In the end, in the last great expedition of his life, Charlemagne defeated the first-generation Chaos Eternal God Chosen "Unifier" Moka, and established the majestic territory of the empire today.

Since then, the era of mankind has begun.

However, the fire will eventually go out one day, and then the world will only be left in darkness.

At the end of February 2515 of the imperial calendar, Osterland, Chaos Occupied Zone, near the ruins of Von-Zhukov Castle.

With terrifying murmurs and howls, the Hellfire Sword and Dark Iron Battle Axe swirled like a hurricane, slicing flesh and blood from the body of an Ostland civilian, no matter how much the civilian wailed and begged for mercy, When he was dying, the executioner did not stop any movement, until the whole body of the Oster leader was cut off from his body, leaving only a skeleton, the executioner comfortably put down the axe and sword in his hand, One kick kicked the skeleton out.

The skeleton fell from a height along a small hillside, and along the slope, a huge pit the size of two or three castles was piled up in this huge pit like a mountain of white bones. I don't know how many corpses were piled up.

Hei Tie Motkin was wearing a full set of black armor bestowed by the gods of the curse of chaos. He put down the hellfire sword and the black iron battle axe in his hands, and the ice blue eyes chosen by Chaos Eternal God behind the black mask were tightly closed. , he enjoyed the moment.

The joy of revenge greatly inspired the new Chaos Eternal God, he could feel his tired and depressed heart was comforted, and he seemed to have the strength to continue fighting.

Temporarily, just temporarily, Chaos Eternal God chose to look at the huge corpse pit, where more than 300,000 human corpses were buried. The taste of revenge was so sweet, Motkin finally felt that he had regained some passion.

The passion to keep fighting and fighting.

"This is the price, this is the price you paid for slaughtering my hometown, Oster led people." Motkin put down his weapon, he wanted to speak, but he found that what came out of his voice was not promise The low Gothic of the Ska, but the diabolical language, low, twisted, and full of echoes from the warp,

These voices can still be understood and understood by the subordinates, and no one knows the reason, but just like when you are hungry and want to eat, and you want to drink water when you are thirsty, everyone can understand what Motkin is talking about.

Oleg von Zhukov must die.

Von-Zhukov Castle has been turned into ruins. The original glorious castle full of souvenirs, paintings and historical relics is now only a white field. After conquering this castle, Motkin ordered the massacre of the city three times, the first one. The second time was when Motkin ordered the slaughter of the city when the outer defenses of the castle were broken, the second time he ordered the slaughter of the city when the castle gate was opened, and the third time it was discovered that there were imperial troops and refugees using the castle's internal defense facilities and tunnels to resist. At that time, Motkin even coldly ordered the entire city to be burned down.

Countless axes and swords burning with hellfire have witnessed the destruction of Von Zhukov Castle and the slaughter of at least 300,000 people. Now, the proud ancestral castle of the electoral family of Von Zhukov has been It disappeared from the map, and Oleg witnessed it with his own eyes. In the future, he can only look for the memory of his home on the ruins.

Thinking of this, Motkin almost laughed.

This is the price, this is the price of Oleg's evil deeds!

You have destroyed my hometown, and I have destroyed yours too!

We used to have no water from wells, we never knew each other, we used to have our own kingdoms, it's you! It was you who ruined all this, and since you did it, don't blame me for being ruthless!

Motkin had already ordered all the ancestral tombs of the von Zhukov family to be excavated, all the ashes of the ancestors of the von Zhukov family were lifted, and then a fire burned everything.

Chaos Eternal God's Choice looked around, he was surrounded by his personal guards, all the Chaos Four Gods blessed the "Crimson Reaper" Legion, these loyal and brave Chaos God's Choice warriors swore to follow Motkin Until the end of the world.

Motkin laughed ferociously. For hundreds of years, this Chaos Champion Lord felt that his vitality had returned to his body, and revenge was the only thing to consider.

Oleg von Zhukov must die.

That's the only reason Motkin is still holding on.

What no one knows is that the soul and body chosen by this chaotic eternal **** are in the quagmire of chaos, and the blessing from the four gods of chaos is also a terrible curse. Even a powerful champion lord like Motkin was tormented. Motkin knew very well that the will of Chaos, which he had spent hundreds of years fighting against, was doubly eroding and corrupting his will. Humanity and character that have been preserved for hundreds of years are rapidly eroding away.

"Strength has a price." The Dark Iron Avenger muttered to himself, and he raised his hand: "The fire will go out."

He has been relying on the anger of vengeance to resist the erosion of the evil god, but now, half of the wish has been completed, and the anger is slowly dying out. Without anger, it is difficult to resist the erosion of chaos.

If this continues, sooner or later, he will become a plaything of Chaos, a tool used to destroy the world. He who has lost himself will lead the army to continue southward as Chaos expects, until the entire mortal world is caught in the flames of war... or fall into in eternal darkness.

Motkin didn't want this. The mighty King of the North always believed in his heart that the Norsca and the Empire were not incapable of coexisting. Everyone could have lived in peace with each other. We were all compatriots, although we chose different paths. God, the two sides should not be in such a life-and-death relationship.

But this is fate. Since I prayed to Chaos for strength, all this has been irreversible.

If his black iron Motkin is destined to fall into darkness, then he has only one small goal left, one last mission, and one last debt to deal with.

Just near the ruins of the Von-Zhukov Castle, tens of thousands of chaotic troops are gathering in darkness. Hundreds of Chaos Gods, Chaos Warriors, Chaos Wizards, Barbarian War Chiefs, and Barbarian Shamans are waiting for Chaos Eternal God to choose. Ordered, his flag-bearer held high the flag with the seal of Khorne, the Great Demon Caghank.

The 70,000-odd chaotic army was dressed in black and armored with murderous aura.

More than a dozen Chaos Demon Legions are gearing up, waiting for Motkin's orders to hunt the souls of mortals and enjoy destruction.

The Chaos Demon Dragon Skulex-The Great also spread his wings and hovered above the sky.

Motkin looked at his army, he looked at the warriors of Chaos waiting for his orders, and an emotion called guilt rose in the heart of the eternal gods.

It's him, it's all his orders.

The beginning of the Barbarossa plan was extremely successful. The Chaos army was divided into three routes to the south. It was enough to invade the core area of ​​the empire before the empire could react, and to burn, kill, loot and enjoy victory was to take advantage of this opportunity to seriously damage Charlemagne. Empire, let them tremble before the will of the dark god.

But his desire for revenge and stubborn orders overwhelmed everything, he kept ordering frontal assaults, the battle of Von-Zhukov Castle, Chaos lost more than 100,000 people, and the lack of his personal command led to the defeat of Becca. The Battle of Finn, and the forced ordering of the Cruel Gertwoll to lead an army of Beastmen to deal with the Knight King Ryan, which eventually led to the tragic defeat of the Battle of the Three Kings.

The losses in the Battle of Bekafin exceeded fifty thousand, and the Beastmen army in the Battle of the Three Kings was almost completely wiped out. Coupled with the losses in the Battle of Erlengrad and the Battle of Herzig, the Chaos Army has lost nearly three times since its march south. 100,000 people.

Motkin, you are such a scumbag! bastard! waste! As the eternal **** of chaos, how many northern wasteland, Kurgan and Norsca heroes have you lost their lives in the empire for your own selfish desires? How many foolish and pathetic souls have you given to the true **** for revenge, making them playthings of the true god?

it was all your fault! Motkin!

it was all your fault! ! !

The feeling called guilt made Motkin's heart feel like a knife. Everything was as the four true gods expected. This big invasion made the four true gods very satisfied. His army has fallen so deeply that it is hopeless. , they all feel that they are on the road to glory, and on the road to ascend to the devil, they will win the blessings of the four true gods through war and obtain unimaginable rewards.

Only Motkin knows deep in his heart that everyone is the plaything of the four gods. The lives of these people are worthless in the eyes of the four gods. They are just toys for fun. to throw away.

The King of the North cursed himself, knowing that not only could he not be able to stop this depravity, but he was even increasing his efforts to fuel the flames, and these loyal warriors would soon continue to join the battle for Wolfenburg.

The news that the Chaos army still has 200,000 people received by the empire is false. Including the outer army and the recent attacks by the undead knights, the main force of Motkin, who has lost its troops, is actually only about 100,000 people. This is All his remaining troops, now in the entire Oster Territory, have no troops to be selected by the eternal gods.

That's right, 200,000 new Chaos reinforcements are gathering in the northern wasteland, but Motkin knows that he can't wait. The army of Knight King Ryan-Malcador has arrived in Herzig, and more than 60,000 troops in the southern part of the empire. The army had already reached Tarrabeheim, and there was no time to wait for reinforcements to arrive at the front.

If you want to take Wolfenburg and Oleg's head, you must hurry up.

They don't know anything, Motkin pondered bitterly inwardly, don't know anything, a bunch of idiots.

Motkin, are you satisfied with this? Ruined the lives of 300,000 to 400,000 heroes in the land of the south.

Is it really worth it?

The sky of Osterland was still shrouded in black smoke. The army had been assembled, and the loyal Crimson Reaper Legion had formed a tight formation along the surrounding area, waiting for Motkin's order, his military advisor, God Tzeentch. Choosing Howl-Eternal Eye put away the dissatisfaction in his eyes~www.wuxiaspot.com~ is also waiting for Motkin's order.

The fire will be extinguished, and the future engulfed by darkness lies ahead.

The passion for battle and the blood to face challenges are fading from Motkin, and deep guilt and self-blame fill the heart of the Chaos God's Chosen Champion. Now only the power of revenge is still driving him forward.

The King of the North rose from the throne made of the bones and funeral objects of the ancestors of the von Zhukov family, and he walked slowly towards his personal guard in full view.

"Now, my revenge has come to the last step." The majestic figure of the king of the north flashed with red light, and the huge chaotic energy formed an energy field around Motkin's body. Such a scene is undoubtedly favored by the dark gods. Said that Motkin was fully capable of harnessing these energies into a war machine to destroy the fort.

"I don't have the right to ask you to die, everyone, this is my revenge." Motkin slowly picked up his weapon from the ground, and the icy blue eyes in the helmet glowed with chaotic light, intensely Smoky light.

Above the ruins of the entire castle, there was silence. The King of the North walked in stride, and his every step made a crisp sound on the ruins.

"But will you follow me, one last time?"

The Guards Crimson Reaper lined up in a straight line. These chosen warriors, blessed by the Four Chaos Gods, felt the determination of their king. Not a single warrior said a word. They all raised their weapons and let go. On the chest, tap the breastplate in greeting.

This is the highest level of etiquette of the northern barbarians.

They will follow Motkin forever, even in the realm of Chaos.

"There is only one target, the head of Oleg von Zhukov!"

"For Chaos! For Dark Iron-Mottkin!!!"

"Set off!"