Proof of the Sun King

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Big tears fell from Frederick's face, the baron nodded, galloped, and left here, although the greenskins were displeased, they did not stop it.

What no one knew was that Frederick had no intention of fleeing, but instead the baron headed straight to the east.

Face-to-face, face-to-face, the two opponents, Karl Franz and Vogaz-Ironjaw, studied each other for a few seconds, and all the fighting around seemed to have stopped, and an unnatural sense of silence descended on the battlefield. All eyes were directed to the two warriors.

"The emperor of shrimps? Come to me, I'll take off your hood, and you must slap you in the face!"

"Dirty bastards, go back to your badlands, this is the Holy Empire!"

They will be here for a championship match.

The victors will win this war, and the losers will be the footnotes of history.

The divine hammer Gal-Maraz in the emperor's hands was burning, and the silver seal on his chest was shining.

Voggaz-Ironjaw's axe is longer than Karl Franz's height, and its whole body is shrouded in a mysterious green force field that makes Geert's ultimate alchemy ineffective against it, Emperor Not only thinking in his mind, what exactly is this mysterious green force field.

A moment of distraction allowed Vogaz-Ironjaw to seize the opportunity, and it swooped down on its foe with incredible swiftness, with an impossibly deft pace compared to its enormous height, with a waaagh roar. In the middle, the huge battle axe slashed down, vowing to split the emperor in half with one blow!

Only the legendary high-ranking emperor has to face the high-ranking green-skinned warlord in the sanctuary. He can only rely on the instinct left in his body when he studied in the military academy and served in the army in his early years to fight against Vogaz-Iron Jaw. The emperor raised his shield and stopped the warlord's great axe. Karl Franz was secretly complaining about the huge force from the shield. The emperor knew very well that if it weren't for the hammer Gael Malaz, it would be ten times more powerful. Strengthen his own strength, this is enough to kill him!

Gael-Maraz is so powerful. Among the emperors of the past dynasties, as long as the force value is acceptable, picking up this divine hammer can often have the ability to fight across a whole class.

The shield branded with the dwarven rune was still shattered with a fine iron, and the remaining strength was enough to make Karl Franz's body tilt uncontrollably. It seemed that the emperor's empty door was open, and the warlord couldn't help but snicker. , it immediately stepped forward, raised its shield and prepared to punch the emperor's face!

However, Gael-Maraz brought the emperor an unparalleled strength enhancement. He followed the momentum just now, let his body retreat, and changed his hands to hold the warhammer tightly. , the power of this blow made the warlord howl in pain, its entire face was completely deformed, its green muscles vibrated back and forth like ripples, and six teeth flew out of its mouth, including a large fang!

This blow used up all the strength of the emperor. He took the opportunity to distance himself from the warlord, and the warlord touched his smashed face and felt that he had lost a few teeth. It was the most primitive in the past. His instincts charged more fiercely.

The battle resumed, and neither side left any backhands this time. The divine hammer Gail-Maraz in the hands of the emperor was as powerful and violent as the emperor reappeared in the world, and the axe in the hands of the warlord seemed to have been hacked. The elder brother was instructed, attacking the emperor's elbow everywhere, without stopping for a moment, everyone stopped the fight, watching the championship match, this is the practice of very few greenskins and humans, the emperor's figure is like a road The golden light flickered indefinitely, and the figure of the warlord was like a dark green fog, full of oppression.

"Clang!" After seven minutes, the emperor couldn't hold on any longer. He gasped for breath. He only felt that his arms were as heavy as two ten thousand iron ingots. Not sweating, and then sweating, many parts of his body emit violent alarm sounds. In the face of the warlord's attack, even the slightest rubbing is enough to leave a big bowl on Karl Franz's body. bruises.

He is a mortal after all.

The emperor began to lose his strength gradually, from fifty-five to thirty-seven, and then to the eight attacks of the warlord, he could only fight back twice, and then to ten attacks, he could only fight back once. retreat.

From birth to the present, Karl Franz has never hated his weakness so much, his consciousness gradually dulled, his body gradually numb, his strength left him, the torn organs in his body filled his mouth Smell of rust.

That's it, is it over?

The emperor was hit by an axe, and the divine hammer helped him block the axe blade, but failed to help him block the terrifying force. He fell out and fell to the ground several meters away. He almost subconsciously turned over but never stood up again. Can't get up, can only get down on one knee.

In the last moments of his life, several questions popped into Karl Franz's mind.

He didn't understand, why did he lose?

Why? Is the Empire's army insufficient? Is the empire's technology not developed enough? Are the warriors of the Empire not brave enough?

It makes no sense. At the Black Fire Pass more than 2,000 years ago, the combined army of the twelve tribes led by Charlemagne at that time was less than 20,000 people, but we had a total of 40,000 people!

At that time, human beings, drinking blood, slash-and-burn cultivation, except for a small number of dwarves' weapons and equipment, most of them only had cloth and leather armor, and even participated in the battle with their upper body naked. Most of them did not even have a hard bow. Artillery and even steam tanks a lot.

So is the greenskin too much? No, the scale of the green skin at that time was much larger than here!

But why, why do we fail here?

The emperor looked at Kuaibucheng, took out the machete from his arms, and was about to cut off his head of the warlord, and suddenly understood.

Because we have lost our beliefs, our race has lost its blood, and our culture has had problems in its long history. Since when did human beings only know how to rely on muskets and artillery to fight? When did we start to lose our blood and courage, and those barbarians who looked down on the world disappeared in the old world, and became a brother country that was always beaten passively, divided, and ridiculed all day long?

Civilization has endowed human beings with too many benefits, but barbarism has always triumphed over civilization.

Why?

A few steps away, the muscles of the green-skinned warlord were like a mountain. The sun shone on its face, and Voggaz-Ironjaw couldn't stop laughing and strode forward, and the imperial troops who saw this scene burst into tears.

The emperor wanted to accept his ending peacefully, but he found that he couldn't.

So the emperor could only force himself to continue thinking.

Is barbarism destined to triumph over civilization, or is civilization itself constantly regressing to lose to barbarism?

Also, why do humans despise greenskins? Did arrogance and prejudice destroy the enterprising spirit of the imperial people?

If I can regain the enterprising spirit of this challenger, if I can be as strong as Charlemagne, I will be able to defeat the enemy and save my country and my people, just like 2,000 years ago!

After a lapse of twenty or thirty years, once again, the emperor prayed to the gods with great piety in his heart.

Great Charlemagne, founder of empires, savior, goblin slayer, king of the Carolingians, hammer of heroes, uniter and unifier of mankind.

Please give me the strength to keep fighting.

If you still love your people, if you still love your empire.

Please give me strength!

Above the sky, thunder exploded, and a dazzling golden light tore out from the clouds in the sky.

This change did not attract everyone's attention, only the emperor himself suddenly felt that some kind of supreme existence responded to his prayer. For the first time in more than 50 years, he answered his prayer seriously.

The emperor's thoughts before his death were faithfully passed on to the supreme being, and he admired his successor for finally seeing through the essence.

For two thousand years, the Supreme Being has received countless such prayers.

This time, due to the extreme instability of the maelstrom caused by the madness of the Chaos Wind and the failure of the great guardian, he was finally able to respond to his followers.

This time, the emperor's devout prayers were not ignored.

Just when the warlord was about to raise the butcher's knife, the emperor suddenly felt a chill all over his body, and a powerful, golden lightning force poured into the emperor's body from the handle of Gal-Maraz's hammer. Knowing why all this happened, he no longer felt tired. On the contrary, among the limbs and bones, infinite divine power enveloped the emperor, and some supreme existence gave him the power.

"Huh?" The green-skinned warlord was stunned for a moment. It looked at the emperor dully, and saw Karl Franz's appearance changed in the eyes of the green-skinned warlord. He was a young man for a while, with a scattered brown color. Long hair, with rapeseed on his face, wild and full of vitality, wearing only shorts, he was a middle-aged man with incomparable bravery. He stood like a **** among hundreds of thousands of spiky boys, unstoppable.

What's up with this hammer-wielding guy...

For a while, Karl Franz's appearance became an old man, his temples were slightly frosted, like an old dragon lying on his stomach, full of wisdom and dignity, he did not say a word, but his throne was high in the temple. On the top, it has overwhelmed thousands of troops.

"???" Voggaz-Ironjaw was dumbfounded, and the green-skinned warlord looked at all this doubtfully. Then, the emperor's face changed again, and now a barbarian appeared in front of it, holding Gael-Mara Ze, muscular and full of strength, he is only a little taller than Karl Franz, but his imposing manner is different, he is like a giant, stronger and more savage.

"I'll take care of this..." The green-skinned warlord subconsciously wanted to ridicule, but when he saw the face of the barbarian, his words stopped abruptly.

It was a picture carved into the depths of the green skin's DNA. More than two thousand years ago, it was this barbarian. With a group of barbarians and beards, the memory in the depths of his soul was revived. It was exactly the same, that warhammer, everything was exactly the same. .

Before this barbarian, the old world was a paradise of greenskins, where powerful tribes of barbarians defeated orcs in war, conquered vast and fertile plains, and drove them into desolate and ruined mountains.

"No! No! No! You're not him, you're not!" The warlord backed away in fear, never before in his life with such a level of fear, Voggaz-Ironjaw subconsciously backed away, it was frightened.

"Go back to where you belong, disgusting green guy!" The old Carolingian tribal language spit out from Karl Franz's mouth, and the emperor's eyes shot golden lightning, and he rose again, Gal-- Malaz is burning.

At this moment, right on the battlefield, under the attention of all eyes, Karl Franz broke through the legendary threshold and was promoted to the sanctuary.

The emperor who had been stagnant for more than ten years at the legendary high-level broke through in an instant.

The golden halo around him became more and more dazzling and swept all around, as if the entire black fire pass was shrouded in a radiant curtain, and the twin-tailed flames enveloped him. He is now full of momentum and fighting spirit.

It's him! It's him! it's him! It's that barbarian! The warlord's soul trembled beneath the radiant figure of the Emperor, it kept trying to back away, it was a fear deep in its DNA, and before he appeared, the Greenskin had never suffered such a failure.

In an instant, the tide of attack and defense was reversed, Karl Franz felt his power, he let a mysteriously appearing instinct drive his attack, Gale Malaz shone with the same indescribable brilliance, the hammerhead Under the bang, the armor of the green-skinned warlord was instantly shattered, and then the emperor raised the warhammer high, and a golden lightning slammed down from the sky, blasting the warlord to the ground.

In just five seconds, Karl Franz felt that this mysterious power was rapidly disappearing. In the hallucination, a majestic figure with golden armor, golden armor, golden robe and brown beard smiled at him, and then returned. where he should have been.

"Empire, forever!" The emperor shouted violently, grabbed the tail of his power, gathered his last bit of strength~www.wuxiaspot.com~ waved the warhammer, this time, he shouted out the supreme existing name.

"For Charlemagne! For the Empire!"

The flames of the twin-tailed comet on Gal-Maraz's hammer rushed towards his face, and the hammer head smashed on the forehead of Vogaz-Ironjaw.

The warlord's skull shattered, and his brains exploded, splashing Karl Franz all over him.

"You...not...he!" The warlord issued his last words.

"I'm Karl Franz! Many people like to call me, Emperor!"

The warlord fell.

The greenskins panicked, the black orcs were stunned, and the big men ran away in fright after seeing the phantom of the emperor. With the fall of the greenskin warlord, the greenskin army was leaderless, and they began to be in chaos, some black orcs The Chief and the Greenskin Warlord tried to take over command, but it obviously took time.

At this moment, Karl Franz suddenly seemed to feel something, and he turned his eyes to the east.

Deep and majestic horns sounded from the east, heavy and orderly footsteps joined the battle with a golden throne, four dwarven warriors carried the throne with shields, behind the throne, thousands of Eternal Guards, and more dwarven army.

Frederick rode the pure-blooded elf warhorse Voltaire, standing next to the throne, he said to the Supreme King on the throne: "His Majesty the Supreme King, look! I promised you, the godfather they did not lose! They're still fighting alone!"

"Humans and dwarves will fight together, as they did over two thousand years ago! They fought well, now it's our turn." High King Thorgrin - The Resentful raised Grimnir's Axe , he nodded calmly: "Dwarf!"

"Yes!" A thunderous response echoed across the Blackfire Pass.

"Go support our allies! For Granny, for Karaz-a-Karak!"

"go ahead!!!"