Proof of the Sun King

Now, the capital of Ostland, the historic city, and most of the city of Wolfenburg have been completely destroyed or shrouded in flames, and the Chaos army has faithfully carried out all orders of Motkin, burning it up Everything, destroy everything, slaughter everything.

Altogether, more than 80,000 Imperials fell in ruins forever, and the remaining 20,000 people retreated weakly and helplessly towards the Bull Fort.

On the flaming boulevard, Oleg von Zhukov led a group of Bull Riders and the Black Guard of Oster to confront the Crimson Reapers led by Motkin.

The city is burning, and the imperial army is harvested like wheat by the Chaos army. The endless heavy armored Chaos warriors bring down vulnerable mortals. Hot blood flows on the ground with heat, and the Chaos army is pressing from all directions. Facing Oleg's army, the Norsca conqueror found that he was now beleaguered on all sides. He was pressing his lungs in pain and panting harshly, and he was walking and fighting harder than ever before.

To no avail, Black Iron Motkin pulled out his Hellfire Sword, he swung a sword, and several heavily armed black guards were blasted into the sky, turning into a rain of blood and countless residues, and he chopped an axe. , Two bull knights raised their shields and were cut into two pieces by even people with shields, armor, and flesh and blood.

In order to protect their baron, the bull knights and the black guards worked hard to protect Oleg, but without exception, they ended up being slaughtered. In the face of Motkin, who went into battle in person, no weapon could harm him. His armor Surrounded by chaotic energy, it is time to complete his revenge and unleash his boundless rage.

The Black Guards and Bull Knights are the leaders in the Oster Army, but facing the Crimson Reaper Legion, these Chaos Four Gods Chosen Warriors, they can only be killed helplessly, at least six people can barely deal with it A crimson reaper, even so, mortals cannot fight against these powerful enemies blessed by the true god.

What's more, Motkin has already entered the battle in person, and the Chaos Eternal God's Choice will take away several or even more than a dozen warriors' lives with each blow.

Oleg von Zhukov fought bravely to kill the enemy, but he knew very well that everything would come to an end here. The horns in the south were getting louder and louder, but the reinforcements were still a few kilometers away. In front of him, the glorious history and civilization of mankind Being completely shattered, the only thing Oleg can do is fight the enemy bravely.

The loyal and brave bull knights fell one by one, and the black guards tried their best to prevent Motkin from approaching, but they were powerless. The eternal gods approached like a terrifying red and black ghost, and there was a **** storm.

Leopold, the great mentor of the Knights of the Bulls, died in battle. His body was cut into several pieces and smashed into flesh.

The head of the Black Guard of Oster, Vladimir Ludnaseth, died in battle. Motkin stretched out and pinched his head. Eternal God chose to stick two thumbs into his nostrils, and then leaned against him. The champion's skull was forcibly broken open by himself, and his whole body was divided into two complete halves along the spine, which made Motkin let out a happy voice. He looked at the red, white, and yellow , various green liquids are scattered from the air.

Oleg's heart ached with deep sadness, he puffed out his chest like a proud wolf, and killed the enemy with his shield and the sword of Ivan the Terrible, until the bull knights who defended him fell. Down until the Knight Commander Gordon used his body to block the blade that attacked him from the side, until the last subordinate was smashed by the Crimson Reaper's warhammer, and slowly fell down until he was alone.

It's all your fault, Oleg, it's all your fault! Self-reproach and grief drove Baron Wolfen almost insane. He looked at the hundreds of Chaos Chosen who surrounded him and couldn't help laughing. Two lines of muddy tears streamed down his dusty and fleshy face .

It's all your fault, Oleg, you don't deserve to be the mentor's disciple, you're not a qualified alpha wolf.

He's ready, ready to end it all here, ready to meet his own end, he deserves it, his recklessness and stupidity made the Osters shed their blood, now, it's Oleg It's time to pay for it, his life may be worthless, but that's all he has.

However, even this humble wish, Motkin did not intend to satisfy, Eternal God Chosen spit out demonic language, the Chosen One immediately obeyed, they made way, Motkin strode forward, came in front of Oleg.

Eternal Shenxuan is wearing a black and red full-body Chaos God-given armor. He is nearly two meters tall, holding a black iron battle axe with a red light on the axe in one hand, and a hellfire sword burning with hellfire in the other hand. , his armor is not brand new, it is full of mortal blood, and the scars left by his countless epic adventures and battles, his body is covered with skulls, and his long white hair falls from both sides of his shoulders. Signaling everyone to step back, he wanted to speak to Oleg alone.

The city was burning, hundreds of houses, shops, temples and union buildings were submerged in the sea of ​​fire, Chaos War Mastiffs ran around, sniffing for possible traces of human beings, the mountain wind from the central mountain range blew down from the heights, Like the laughter of the gods of chaos.

"It's all your fault, mortal." Motkin spoke. His voice was like an echo from the realm of chaos. The devil's language was distorted and full of corruption, but mortals could understand its meaning with unparalleled accuracy. In the mortal world, mortals will also cause misunderstandings due to differences in language, accents and slang, but demon language is not included in this list, it can be accurately understood by anyone.

Oleg scolded something in a low voice. He raised the sword of Ivan the Terrible, obviously not planning to argue with Motkin.

"It's all your fault!" Motkin repeated contemptuously. Eternal God's Choice was not even in a hurry. He was like an old hunter who saw his prey, satisfied and relieved, with a hint of sadness at the same time: "It's all because of you. If it wasn't for you, I wouldn't be here. I hate you, Oleg, but I also appreciate you."

Eternal God moved slowly, he said softly: "If it weren't for you, I would have lost the feeling of being alive, you destroyed my hometown, and now I also destroyed yours, it's fair, you gave me a The reason to live, that's revenge, really, I really appreciate you."

"The only wrong thing I've done in my life is not killing all the Norsca people, leaving you as a dead bastard!" Oleg finally spoke, his face was full of hatred and hatred, then It's deep hatred.

"Yes, we both hate each other. There's no need for a reason. I know you must have hated the Norsca since you were a child, and I was also taught to take spoils and heads from the Southerners." Motkin nodded lightly, and there was a deep sense of sadness in the heart of the eternal gods. This is reincarnation. This kind of hatred can never be solved. It can only be cleaned with blood. Everyone is the plaything of the gods. I once I know everything and do not want to be manipulated, but... I am a mortal after all! I can't be indifferent to all this.

The evil **** got his wish, three or four million heroes died in battle to satisfy the evil god's greed, and I, Motkin, gave everything just to complete my revenge.

At least now, I can finally stop chasing fate.

"Now, very fair, you destroyed my hometown, Oleg, and I also destroyed yours." Motkin nodded calmly: "You slaughtered all my relatives in Dragon Fort, and I also slaughtered Your people, you have taken your glory, Norsca Conqueror, and I have taken my glory, Destroyer of the South."

There was a look of grief and remorse on Oleg's face, and what he couldn't see was that Motkin showed the same expression.

"Let it all end now, I'm tired, tired, and tired." Eternal God's Choice signaled that Oleg could attack: "I will give you three chances, it's my apology, sorry, Ole G-von-Zhukov, I don't want that either, I apologize to all the fellow human beings who died in this war, the human beings died together, be it the Norsca, the Kurgans, the Huns, the Mongols, Or the Imperials, Mrs. Keisler, or dwarves, elves, Bretons, I sincerely hope that after they die, they can go to a free and peaceful country, without war, without hatred."

Oleg finally couldn't bear Motkin's hypocrisy, and Baron Wolfen let out a battle cry: "For the Empire! For Oster! For the Wolf Father and the Holy Father!"

The deafening roar was accompanied by the figure rushing towards Motkin. The sword of Ivan the Terrible fell heavily on Motkin's chest, and the sound of thunder reverberated throughout the audience.

"Clang!" The sword of inheritance of the tsarist family stabbed on the breastplate, and then bounced off. The huge chaotic energy appeared on the armor, and dozens of chaotic runes flashed a crazy light, powerful and powerful. The energy field of Ivan the Terrible prevented the sword of Ivan the Terrible from advancing, and Oleg was forced to retreat.

"This is the first blow." Motkin nodded calmly, indicating that Oleg can continue.

Oleg, who was unwilling to believe all of this, turned to slamming power this time. He swirled his body, took a stance, used all the strength of his waist and back, and dashed with a single lunge, the sword of Ivan the Terrible. This time, he slashed down and took Motkin's neck along the seam of the armor. The force of frost and cold on the sword edge became more and more violent. This blow is enough to kill any Chaos Champion!

"Clang! The blade slammed into Motkin's neck guard, and the chaotic energy field swayed for a while, but the blade was still bounced off.

"This is the second blow."

"Ah, ah, ah!" This time Oleg released the most savage and furious roar. He threw away his shield. The Norsca conqueror, the son of the strong wolf in the sanctuary, held the sword in both hands and raised the blade high. Towards the air, slashing down like the mountains of the central mountain range, Baron Wolfen completely gave up any defense.

The sword of Ivan the Terrible fell, and the weight of the whole body fell on Motkin's shoulder.

"Clang~" A white mark was left on the shoulder armor of Eternal God's Choice, Motkin nodded slowly: "Is this the power of your revenge? I feel it, Oleg, I approve you, I approve You are my enemy, my old enemy, my opponent."

"Now, it's my turn!" Motkin wielded a black iron battle axe and a hellfire sword.

Oleg hurriedly stepped back and picked up the shield from the ground, and in the next instant, Motkin's attack was already in front of him.

The first blow shattered Oleg's shield, and this sturdy shield, blessed by Priest Taal and refined by the dwarves, shattered into pieces and scattered all over the floor.

The second and third strikes landed on the blocked sword of Ivan the Terrible. The legendary sword of the Tsarist family broke several holes, and Oleg still resisted it.

The face behind Motkin's armor couldn't help showing an expression of admiration.

In the fourth blow, the sword of Ivan the Terrible shattered, and the **** battle axe swept across, cutting Oleg's left leg directly along his thigh. Oleg let out a painful scream and fell heavily to the ground. , the heavy iron boots stepped on Baron Wolfen's chest.

Motkin felt the strong resistance from the iron boots and Oleg's strong struggle, and also felt Baron Wolfen's determination to stand up and fight again.

What if you were a Norsca too? Motkin thought to himself: You deserve endless glory and supremacy, you just chose the wrong path.

Eternal God's Selection suddenly recalled the time when he was growing up in Dragon Fort and learning various combat skills when he was a child. Despite the cold, despite the lack of materials, and despite the competition, he could still recall the past.

Even if Oleg is killed, his hometown, Dragon Fort, will never come back.

The voice of deep feelings echoed in Motkin's mind, and the eternal gods suddenly stopped his actions, and he made a choice that surprised the chaos gods who were cheering around him.

The hellfire sword fell in response, pierced Oleg's eyes, then fell into its skull, and then continued to send down, piercing deeply into the slate ground, until Motkin felt the smell of soil~ www.wuxiaspot.com~ Oleg's body twitched twice, then stopped moving.

"The end of the story is not always happy." Eternal God did not feel any joy at this time, he only felt deeply relieved.

it is finally over.

The horn sounded from far to near, and a huge army appeared to the south of Wolfen City. It was the army led by Ryan! They are eager to support Wolfenburg!

However, Motkin had already ambushed more than a dozen Chaos Demon Legions in the south, led by the Eternal Dancer of Slaanesh, and a large number of monster war gangs, led by the two-headed Chaos God Chosen Giant Gugo, Chaos Demons ambushed The reinforcements that rushed over a long distance hurriedly threw the already exhausted reinforcements into chaos, and groups of monster war gangs also effectively blocked the charge of the knights.

There are also the deep trenches and artillery positions that the Chaos Dwarves spent a day building according to Motkin's orders. Under their ambush, the knights lost countless horses, and the reinforcements were so eager that they were hit head-on by this wave and suffered heavy losses. .

Lane had to immediately order the reorganization of the army.

Eternal God chose to watch this scene calmly. The reinforcements thought they could catch up? Do you really think you're not prepared for anything?

Comedy needs a reason, tragedy does not.

"In the end, I want the world to remember me." Motkin drew his hellfire sword, and he growled loudly, his voice echoing throughout Wolfenburg, reaching the Central Mountains, the Shadow Forest, and the All nearby areas cannot be stopped for a long time.

"The King of the Northern Court, the Dark Iron Marauder, the King of Norsca, the Commander of the Legion of Destruction, the Son of the Blood-Red Sky, the unparalleled warrior who defeated the Blood God's Wife, the Chaos Eternal God's Choice, the Dark Iron-Motkin is here! !!"

"Do you want the glory of defeating me? Do you want my head?!"

"Come and get it!!!"