Proof of the Sun King

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Marcus Krubel (Captain of the Empire): Salzpiré, I see, there are limits to human power!

Salzpiré (Witch Hunter): Marcus, what are you trying to say?

Marcus Kruber (drinks the water of the Holy Grail, raises the knight's sword in his hand): I don't believe in Sigmar! ! ! !

Salzpire: Krubel? How dare you? ! ...and I, I will obey your orders~

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Guarding the back of the city gate is the imperial army of more than 1,000 people, including two musket battalions (more than half of which have been lost), a large sword battalion (only more than 100 people remain), and several halberd, sword and shield companies. , at this moment they were tightly united, gathered around the steam tank, ready to face the chaos army ahead.

And their enemies are the Chaos Chapters led by two Chaos Champions, Chaos Champion Swinger-Sword Son from Norsca and Isavar the Kurgan, these two guys got their wish in ecstasy Under their leadership, the warriors of Chaos formed a tight formation, and the horned helmet that covered the entire face with only one or two small holes spit out a pale mist, as if Like a hellish call, the swarming, unstoppable pace is the determination to dedicate Wolfenburg to the dark god, and the sense of mission to dedicate endless glory to the dark god.

"Array! Meet the enemy!" roared Viscount William, "Oster's bull!"

"Solid as a rock!" The imperial army issued the firmest cry.

It was the imperial halberd formation that greeted the violent attack of the Chaos army. The furious charge of the Yankees could not shake the strict front of the imperial army. It was like the sound of a storm hitting a rock, and each halberd pierced deeply into the disgusting flesh. Or in the armor of the Chaos Warriors, the steam tank artillery roared, and the engineer poured all his anger into the steam cannon so that he could operate calmly. Their flesh exploded into pieces that disintegrated in the air.

In the first few minutes, the two Chaos Chapters that rushed in had already lost one-fifth of their troops, but the remaining Chaos army continued to flow, and new enemies poured into the city gate every minute and every second. Entering, the halberds and spears pierced the bodies of the Chaos warriors, and the people behind continued to advance, the otherwise solid array of the Imperial army deformed in twist and oppression.

The battle lines began to waver.

"For Tal and the CTM Empire!" A loud voice rushed from the rear of the Imperial Army! Viscount William held a two-handed great sword in his hand. His body turned into a siege hammer and rushed into the formation of the Chaos army. A cyan flame burned on his sword, which came from the wilderness. The power of God's judgment!

The armor of the Chaos Warriors shattered like a piece of paper in front of Viscount William. He was like a real warrior. No matter where he went, all Chaos Warriors fell one after another in front of him, no matter how vicious they were. Barbarian Berserker, whether it is a Chaos Warrior with heavy armor, whether it is a powerful Chaos Demon, William von Zhukov, the champion of Oster, fear nothing!

"Son of Oster!" The brave man stood, and the first wave of Chaos troops that came in was killed.

Viscount William roared at the shaken Imperial troops: "Darkness has come, my compatriots, sons of Oster! The time has come to choose!"

"Fight, you may lose your life, escape, you can still survive!"

"Choose your choice, sons of Oster, you are willing to take up arms, with us, with all Osters, with me William, let us tell these chaotic bastards, you can kill us, you You can take our lives, you can destroy our cities and villages, but we will always resist you!" Viscount William raised his two-handed sword, his voice echoing in the deep night sky and countless torches : "Chaos, can never take away our freedom!"

"Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!!!" The Osters have guarded the northern border for the empire for three thousand years, but the blood in these men's chests has never cooled down.

three thousand years.

"The bull flag will forever stand on this land!"

"Indigo Raiders! Forward!"

"For freedom! For the empire!"

"For the Empire!!!" The savage warriors with blue paint on their faces collided with the Chaos Warriors, and a new round of killing began.

The melodious sound of Oster's bagpipes drifted far, far away, so far that even Motkin, who was sitting in the great camp outside the city, could hear it.

Tragic, desolate.

A drop of ice blue tears flowed softly from the corner of Motkin's eyes as he clenched his Hellfire sword.

They are all good men, pure men, men of kindness.

Why do we kill each other? Don't we live under the same sky?

It's time to end, everything will end here, this is what the Southerners deserve.

Motkin stood up and took his weapon.

Caghank was defeated, what a piece of shit.

It's my turn to end this.

At the same time, both Alaros and Agrim Iron Fist were severely injured, and Alaros was the most seriously injured. His knee, which was smashed by the Khorne Demon, could not be completely broken even by the Fountain of Life Berry Wine. Healed, he is now a lame man, and both weapons are damaged. The Greys immediately abandon their original positions and come to support their leader, and cover Alaros to retreat.

The Butcher King's injury was less serious. He called his butchers together. The Grimnir Axe battle group had already suffered more than half of the casualties. The Butcher King was planning to call in the army to support the city gate of Yobus, a Nurgle champion Berser. Wa-Plague Sons has led his Nurgle Chapter to defeat an army of ascetic who tried to fend them off.

The last ascetic fell and was torn to shreds, and in the middle of the street a terrifying manticore fought the champion of Nurgle. Two creatures of the same size had fought several times, both scarred and scorpion-tailed. The lion's claws ripped through the armor of the Nurgle Champion, almost injuring his spine, but the Nurgle Champion felt no pain at all. He waved his scythe and cut off the manticore's wings, and the manticore trembled. , Berserva - the son of the plague laughed. He stepped on a deceased monk who had died, and broke his arm, which was still holding the flail, and smashed the flail directly on the scorpion tail. Lion head.

The flail smashed the manticore's head, and some kind of shelter was shattered. The manticore's body shrank and collapsed at a very fast speed, until it turned into a greasy and dirty amber mage. Opening his mouth feebly, Champion Nurgle reached out his hand to hold his face, pulled his head and his entire spine out of his body, and then stuck out his abscessed tongue. Licking the warm, **** minced meat stuck to the bones: "I declare, Berserva, the winner."

All the Imperial soldiers on the nearby block were dead, and no one could stop the Nurgle Champion and his chapter from advancing behind the gate defenders, until a rain of arrows pierced through the Nurgle Champion, rotting and draining. Belly with exposed intestines.

"We're still here." Alaros limped and put down the big bow in his hand.

"Humanity is over, elf boy, now it's our turn!" The Butcher King clenched his Dago Axe.

A new battle begins on the streets!

The flanking battlefields bought time for the battle at the city gate and protected Viscount William from being attacked by the enemy. However, as wave after wave, the endless Chaos army entered the city, the imperial army was constantly defeated, and the prototype steam tank was unyielding. The No. 1 opened fire one after another, and rows of Chaos Warriors were blown to pieces, but as long as one Yankee fell, seven or eight Yankees followed.

The steam boiler was overloaded, and there was a danger of explosion at any time, the halberd formation was killed, and the rows of imperial soldiers were stacked like hills. The originally tight front was now scattered, and even the indigo assault led by Viscount William himself The warriors have suffered heavy losses, and they have repulsed waves of Chaos, but each encounter has reduced the number of these venerable warriors.

The Indigo Raider's shield was shattered by the Chaos Warrior's two-handed axe, he was hit in the face by the Chaos Warrior's elbow, the bridge of his nose was broken, and the battle axe chopped off half of his head.

Oster led the Musketeer to shoot down a Chaos Warrior, two barbarian Berserkers leaped out, and four battle axes smashed and smashed on him, blood flashed, until he could no longer get up.

Viscount William is still fighting, he is still fighting hard, the soldiers around him are getting fewer and fewer, from a legion, to a battalion, to a company, the Chaos army's encirclement net surrounds them in the middle, and the shield is surrounded by giants. Axes smashed, heavy swords pierced breastplates, and the Osts fought Chaos with their lives until they were completely surrounded.

The roar of the giant dragon resounded in the sky, and the Chaos Demon Dragon Stlescu-The Great came to the battlefield. It spewed black and red dragon breath towards the steam tank. The steam cannon blasted the dragon scales on the Chaos Demon Dragon's body, blowing a gap.

However, the steam tank is already in trouble. The high temperature makes this prototype on the verge of explosion at any time. There are now less than 30 Great Swordsmen guarding it, and each of them is exhausted. Hundreds of Chaos Warriors and Barbarians The warriors gathered around, and various weapons were already hitting the armor on its surface, making a clinking sound.

The Chaos Demon Dragon's anger and its perfect dragon scales were blasted open. It swung its tail and swept the surface of the steam tank. The Indomitable was swept to the side by this sweep, and the dragon's tail struck the wheel. Lifting off the ground temporarily, the engineers were dazed, but also thought the tank would soon be back in place.

He was wrong, terribly wrong, and right at that moment, Chaos Warlock Manninggood - Cockroach Bully rushed over, and this guy shoved his body directly into the bottom of the steam tank in a frantic and mischievous way!

"Kurgan rises to dragon tyrant!"

The heavy tank squashed Chaos Warlock's body, and also crushed the tumor behind him, and a large stream of hot, corrupt bile splashed onto the steam boiler!

The temperature has exceeded the threshold!

Indomitable, one of the original steam tank prototypes, had a big explosion in situ, and the steam tank fell apart in this explosion! Fragments of steel and machinery flew in the sky, and the engineers in the tank were all killed on the spot, while the great swordsmen, musketeers and Chaos troops gathered near the tank were killed and injured in the explosion!

Viscount William was also blown away, and he was blown out of consciousness and fell not far away.

The resistance faded away, and without the help of tanks, the blood of the Imperial soldiers stained the streets near the city gates.

One by one the Imperial soldiers were pinned to the ground, and the Chaos Warriors stabbed their chests with swords in both hands.

The blood of the Osters stained the land, where they gave everything for it.

A head flew past Viscount William's eyes. It was the head of the last indigo raider. This head rubbed the ground and rolled out far, far away. In the sea of ​​corpses, it was inconspicuous and disappeared. at the end of the line of sight.

The 3,000-year history of this legendary army has also come to an end today.

Just beneath the burning walls of Ursus, the Indigo Raiders were wiped out.

There is only one left of all the Imperial defenders in this zone.

Viscount William clenched his two-handed sword and tried to stand up. Now he is fighting alone. After he cut down two Chaos Warriors again, the Chaos Champion who appeared from behind gave Viscount William a fatal blow, and the Chaos Epee cut from behind. Opened his plate armor and chopped him to the ground.

Viscount William was breathing heavily. When he stretched out his hand and tried to hold the hilt, a heavy iron boot stepped on his chest, Chaos Champion Swinger-Sword Son said condescendingly to him: "Now repentance is still In time, kiss the holy emblem of the true God, and you will be redeemed..."

"Zheng~" The two-handed great sword went up obliquely from below at an incredible angle, accurately piercing the head of Swinger - Son of the Sword.

The Chaos Champion slowly fell to the ground, but Viscount William could no longer stand up. He was surrounded by hundreds of Chaos Warriors, as well as the Chaos God's Chosen Warriors and Chaos Champions who joined later.

The last survivors were surrounded, and a great sword of Chaos pierced his breastplate and plunged deep into his heart.

Viscount William smiled, and he said the last words of his life.

"free!!!"

The big sword rose high into the sky, turned a few times, and fell to the ground. The sword's edge pierced into the ground. On both sides of the big sword, the iron boots of countless chaotic troops trampled past.

So brave, so tenacious, the Osters are still unable to avoid the fate of destruction.

Gradually, the defenders were defeated, fell, and slaughtered, and the resistance became weaker and weaker, until the bull banner was thrown into the mud and trampled, and the chaotic eight-pointed star banner stood all over the city.

The long night is coming to an end, and the morning light is faint.

Alaros and Agrim fought hard to retreat the fifth Chaos warband that had climbed over the city wall. fifty people.

What's even more desperate is that there are news of defeat everywhere~www.wuxiaspot.com~The city gate of Yubus has fallen! "

"Wolfala city gate has been lost!"

"The Leinster City Gate has fallen!"

"The city has fallen!"

"The enemy is attacking!"

"Retreat! Retreat! Everyone, retreat to the Bull Fort! Retreat!!!"

The city of Wolfenburg has been lost, the army of Chaos has entered the city from three directions, all the buildings have been set on fire, all the living people have been killed, and everything can only be turned to ashes.

Oleg von Zhukov led the bull knights to rush back and forth within the ruins of the city. The bull knights fully supported Oleg's rescue attempt, and the Ost black guard followed closely behind the bull knights. They are trying to save as many soldiers as possible in preparation for the upcoming battle of Fort Bull.

However, a Chaos lord riding a Chaos Steel Bull stopped in front of him, and behind him was his personal guard, the Crimson Reaper Legion.

"Oleg von Zhukov! Finally." Motkin looked at the young baron. He had crossed half a world, and the power that Tzeentch gave him told him that the person in front of him was Oleg von Zhukov. Zhukov.

The black iron battle axe swung down, and the broken limbs of more than a dozen black guards flew into the sky.

Motkin could faintly hear the sound of a powerful horn coming from the south, as if human reinforcements had arrived.

But none of that matters anymore.

At least now, he can finally stop chasing fate.

"Come and fight! My enemy!"

"Mottkin! You will pay for what you have done!" Oleg quickly realized everything, and the baron roared frantically: "I will kill you and pay homage to all the dead compatriots!"

And just like that, before Fort Bull, the two armies collided.

When the enemy met, he was extremely jealous.