Proof of the Sun King

PS: I'm late, sorry, something happened today that caused the update to be slow.

Watching Vicma walk out, Emperor Karl Franz's face was very ugly.

Marshal Rick Heilberg thought again and again. As a pure soldier, Heilberg knew that he was not suitable for participating in politics, so most of the time Heilberg would not speak unless it was involved in the military.

But now he had to speak: "My Majesty?"

"What's the matter, Heilberg, what do you want to say to me at this dark moment?" The emperor quickly regained his humor, but there was an inexhaustible haze on his face.

"We have no ability to stop him, I mean... I don't mean Manfred, I mean His Majesty Vicma, my Majesty." Heilberg sighed: "We never had a way to stop him. , never."

"No, I have." Karl Franz shook his head, he emphasized it seriously, and then said lightly: "But it means breaking the tacit understanding, I have been on the throne for more than 20 years, Helber Grid, I know what I should and shouldn't do, I can't make Morgiana, the witch of the lake god, do what Ryan did, but I've never been someone else's puppet."

"...Your Majesty has never been, the sword of the Rick Guard will always be loyal to His Majesty." Helberg saluted.

Seemingly sensing Heilberg's sincerity, the fifty-year-old emperor smiled and continued, "Korte, I am asking you a question as an imperial emperor, and you can answer it with the strictest and most direct attitude. I, but I must tell the truth."

"Please, Your Majesty."

"Suppose we fight on two fronts and prepare to fight the Chaos army in the north, and Sylvania in the east, is there any chance of victory? Suppose Vekma gathers all the troops he can concentrate and goes straight to Sylvania, how much assurance of victory can he have?" the emperor asked casually.

"Your Majesty, we have already fought on multiple fronts." Heilberg shook his head: "According to the report of the Northern Legion of Brittany, the Chaos offensive has stopped in Plager, but at most it will last until the winter passes. It is impossible. Long stay, and the brass fortress in Nord is about to move, and there are countless barbarian longship fleets in the north, Your Majesty, we are already fighting on two fronts? The weak Oster leader and Oster The Mark people can't stop the chaotic Bingfeng."

"As for the Archbishop's chance of victory? I don't have an answer to this. We don't even know who our opponent is? How many troops are there." support me."

"There is still some time, we must thank the Bretons? They bought us a lot of time, and the chaotic peak was stopped in Kislev." After hearing these words? The emperor made up his mind: "Come on! "

"Your Majesty!" A Rick guard strode forward.

"Call Gentle and Von Corden over here!"

"Yes!"

Soon? The two were brought before the emperor.

Hans Gentry, the hero of the Rick Guards, the leader, the best captain outside the inner ring knights? Also the legendary unit (only eight people) of the "Kintley's Rick Guard Squadron" The leader? He is a legendary powerhouse himself, and many people think that Gentlely will be the next Marshal Rick after Heilberg.

Alberich von Corden, legendary witcher, specializing in vampires, former member of the Braunschweig Inquisition? The current witcher is the guardian of the undead master and the dark ravine, these years? Feng -Corden has killed the three-headed vampire in Sylvania as a testament to his glory and power.

"The holy war in Sylvania is about to begin? We can't stay out of it." The emperor said to the two heroes of the empire: "Get ready for the great holy war you and your people will join together? Until the dead are removed from the Greeks. Ervania? Until the land there belongs to the Empire again."

"clear."

"As ordered."

Captain Rick's Guard and the witcher mentor nodded in obedience.

So? A team of Rick guards and a team of witchers, the Emperor thought to himself.

It's not enough, these people are not enough, Karl Franz quickly has the answer, he asked his attendant: "Where is my royal chief wizard?"

"His Excellency Gelt should now be in Feidolf, the capital of Sol Land."

"Very well, here are two letters, one to Ivan, Duke of the Griffin immediately, the half-griffin knight is particularly important in this holy war, and one to Geert, this war must not be missed. Magical figure."

"Yes!"

Rick's guard did not dare to neglect, and immediately took the letter. One letter was arranged to be delivered to Ivan the Griffon Duke, who was already near Ostermark. The other letter was sent to the Magic Academy, from the Magic Academy. Directly teleport to Solling.

The capital of Sol Land, Feidolf.

The chief wizard of the imperial royal family, the great alchemist, and the great virtuous teacher, the current residence of Belshazer-Gelter.

Normally, a wizard can rarely get a fief, at most a manor and a wizard tower, like Gelt, who can get the rule of an entire province from Emperor Karl Franz, which is Very rare case.

But Geert has shown far stronger military and internal affairs talents than normal wizards. This great alchemist can be said to be able to manage the army and the people when he gets on the horse, and he will not fall behind the model of magic research. The realm is also a thousand miles away, and now he is a super-powerful approaching the peak of the sanctuary, one of the emperor's cards.

The streets of Feidolf are not at all calm. Despite the Gelt's water for healing, more and more people are sick. Under the strict military control, the number of inhabitants on the streets is very small, except Except for people who need to work, buy various daily necessities and go out, most of the residents stay at home.

"Ah ah ah!" On the street, a shrill scream sounded, attracting everyone's attention.

A middle-aged man in his thirties or forties threw his wheelbarrow on the ground, covering his head frantically: "He's here! He's here! He's here again, I see, we're all going to die , we will all perish! Everything will perish!"

"Ahhhhh!!!" The howl of the middle-aged man became more and more frantic, and everyone around was stunned by his actions, only to see him draw a dagger from his hand and rush directly towards the nearest pedestrian. Go: "For the God of Darkness!"

"He's crazy, grab him!" The soldiers held down the guy under the captain's order. The captain was about to ask him what he saw, and the scene in front of him changed.

The soldiers who were patrolling immediately grabbed the middle-aged man, and the patrol leader asked people to hold him down, but the middle-aged man became more and more crazy, horns began to grow on his head, and his arms were gradually covered with fur.

He's turning into a Beastman!

"Kill it!" Under the captain's order, two halberds and a long sword instantly pierced into the beastman's body. The middle-aged man struggled frantically until the blood flowed, before dying. , it raised its head and looked to the sky.

Its gaze is terrifying.

What a crazy look it was, twisted, resentful, mad, tortured and painful, even a relief to death.

The patrolling soldiers felt confused when they saw this scene. They quickly took out the holy relics they obtained from the church or the great alchemist and prayed, or wiped their foreheads with holy water, and hurriedly removed the half-human head after they felt better. The beasts are loaded into carts and transported to be burned.

Any cultists, mutants, beasts, and corruption must be purged with fire.

On the street, the metal wizards of the Alchemy Academy have a hard-shell book cover of "Sacred Words 3.0" hanging around their waists. They are using holy water and holy words to appease the residents and heal them.

The streets of Feidolf were quiet again.

The evil moon Moth Rib is shining, and the green light is illuminating the earth.

"This is the 8th person who has gone crazy in the street in the past few days." Soon, someone reported to Great Alchemist Geert.

Pfizman, the great mentor of the Knights of the Sun, bowed to Geert. The great mentor of the Knights of the Sun did not have to be so respectful to the alchemist. They were equal to the same level, but Galt’s ability—whether it was The ability in any sense conquered Pfitzman, and he volunteered to be half of Geert's subordinates.

"We have to figure something out, my great alchemist, let alone the city, the countryside below is mad all day long, doomsdayists, cultists, and others have seen Nurgle's carnival caravan approaching near Wintertooth Pass. On tour, all the farmers who saw the show developed lupus and lichen leprosy."

"The empire is beginning to rot, my great alchemist, you must find a way."

Seeing that Geert didn't answer, Pfitzman asked, "The reason Solling is not in chaos now is because everyone has confidence in you, and we all have confidence in you."

"Only rely on the emperor, and the common people rely on it." Geert said lightly: "It is better to have a body and skin than to fall in love."

"The emperor probably doesn't have the energy to manage us now." The head of the Knights of the Sun thought that Geert was talking about Emperor Karl Franz. Pfitzman recognized the ability of the emperor, but he still Said his opinion: "Can you invite Baron Frederick of Nur to come to Feidolf? It is strange to say that there seems to be no plague in the knight kingdom opposite the mountain. Did the Sun King find the special medicine?"

Geert shook his head: "I'll do my best, but we have a bigger problem now."

The great alchemist handed the emperor's letter to Pfizman, and the chief of the Knights of the Sun was very surprised after a few glances: "Sylvania Holy War, now?"

"Archbishop Vikma insists on doing this." Geert nodded, his face hidden under the golden mask did not show any expression, but his voice could not contain worry: "The emperor can't stop him, neither do we. impossible."

"Pfitzman, can you send a team of Sun Knights to assist our Archbishop?"

"If you must, the mentor Lupio Flame and one of his squadron knights can do it." Pfitzman nodded.

"Okay, get this Sir Lupio Flame and his squadron ready immediately." Galt nodded, and he looked at the row of holy water on the table: "I just made thirty bottles of holy water, Make arrangements."

Pfitzman went down.

Galt stood motionless.

"Steel and gunpowder can't save the empire, but faith can." A body covered in golden light rain, surrounded by the divine emperor's words, every move is a sacred mark, a bald saint with compassion and compassion appeared in the room. Inside, he was branded with sacred scriptures all over his body, and his tattered ascetic robe made him look like that spirit: "Saint of the state religion, my friend, maybe you need my guidance."

"I learned from him that the passage to this world has been closed by the God of Darkness. How did you get here?" Geert asked the visitor. The Great Alchemist's expression was very respectful, but not flattering. .

"This is just a projection of me, I'm not me, I'm still me." The phantom of the Word Bearer Primarch Luo Jia showed a very enthusiastic smile. He folded his hands, and Feidolf's night sky was instantly enveloped by a golden glow , Dozens of angels of redemption appeared from the night sky, they descended upon the poor and sick, healed the disease, healed the wounds, and brought hope and redemption to people.

This is a miracle! Feidolf's human inhabitants cheered, and the morale of the city was instantly restored.

"My Lord Primarch, did you spend so much energy in order to manifest yourself? Then I have to say that you are really generous, and I express my heartfelt thanks to you on behalf of Feidoff and the human compatriots in Solland~www .wuxiaspot.com~Gelt said that, but there was no emotion in his voice.

It seems that he heard the sarcasm in Gelt's words, and Luo Jia couldn't help but feel a little annoyed. He thought he would be admired and praised, but thinking that the person in front of him was a celebrity in front of his father, Luo Jia decided not to care about him: " I'm here this time to deliver something."

"Give something?" Geert was a little puzzled: "I've got enough."

"Sylvania, the cursed land." Lorgar said with the grace and kindness of a priest, and he said sympathetically: "Enough of human sacrifices, isn't it?"

"What are you trying to say?" Galt was thinking, and he realized that Lorgar might have a point.

"Sometimes we need a plan B." Luo Jia's phantom nodded: "I'm talking to you from afar, so I can't say too much, but I've got things ready, you're a genius, Galt, otherwise father also I won't choose you, your magical accomplishments and loyalty to human beings are appreciated by me, and I am willing to share my knowledge with you."

A thick roll of parchment was left on the table, covered with sacred scriptures, written in High Gothic, and even before he touched it, Gelt could already feel the mighty power inside and the Holy Emperor. The sound of chanting.

"The great guardian is about to disintegrate, and the maelstrom has also fallen apart." Luo Jia nodded: "The magic is becoming complete and returning to the way it was before. I hope I get a gift that can inspire you."

"What should I do?" Geert was about to ask, Luo Jia's body had disappeared into the golden light and shadow.

"Embrace your faith, my friend."

The scroll unfolded from the hand of the great alchemist, the golden robe made a metallic sound, and Gelt began to study the text on the scroll.

Detailed Explanation of the Great Conjuration - The Wall of Faith of Lorgar Aurelion the Word Bearer