Proof of the Sun King

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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 Wife of the Blood God, and the person watched by the Chaos Four Gods, his name is Hetiemo tekin.

This is a giant man who is about 2.8 meters tall and looks like an iron tower. His face is hidden behind a deep helmet, only a pair of blue eyes are exposed, and the sharp horn helmet points to the blood from the back of his head. The red chaotic sky, his entire body of black chaotic body armor is covered with strange-colored patterns, and his body is surrounded by colorful chaotic energy, every movement of his, makes the distance between the warp and reality. was greatly shortened and torn.

Tsa-Zanek stood in the huge and empty Northland royal court, and he fixed his eyes on Motkin's appearance. Tzeentch's chosen champion could not be sure, what the Northland king was thinking.

On the left of the royal court, there are more than thirty Chaos Champions, they come from every corner of the Chaos Wasteland, and they are all working for Motkin now.

On the right side of the royal court, Motkin's chief magic advisor, Tzeentch's divine choice, the great wizard of the sanctuary, Hal-Eternal Eye, led a large number of chaos demons and various terrifying chaos creatures, waiting for Mort Kim's order.

Zanek still doesn't understand why the Eternal Watch Sassoril asked him to come here. He carefully studied Motkin's body language, trying to see some clues from his actions.

Soon, he found that Motkin's body was shaking slightly.

One after another chaotic energy leaked out of his body.

Hearing the news of the destruction of his hometown Dragon Fort, the king of the north slowly closed his eyes.

His hometown was destroyed.

The Dragon Fort, which has a history of thousands of years and has always stood in the face of countless invasions and infighting, was destroyed by those **** southerners, his ancestor's tomb was torn open, and his ancestor's palace burned in flames.

Are you sad?

In Norse culture, what is there to be sad about? After embarking on the path of warriors and dedicating one's faith to the evil god, isn't this the destined ending? Become a warrior, rise in endless slaughter, and then go to the extreme north to explore, in the chaotic wasteland. Searching for one's own destination, or dying in a glorious battle, or becoming a Chaos Egg, or getting the highest glory, ascending the devil to become a demon prince, what's so sad about it?

On the south bank of the entire chaotic wasteland, there are more than 30 chaotic runestone monuments, each of which is inscribed with the story of a chaotic champion ascending to the devil, which is endless glory and the highest reward for mortals.

Isn't the life of the Norsca people born for this?

A stream of heat flowed down Motkin's face. The King of the North couldn't be calm for a long time. He gently stretched out his hand, and the sturdy fingers that had become twisted and proliferated in the chaotic corruption were stained with blue tears. .

No, these are tears of anger, it is his incompetence, his hometown is ruined, and he himself can only sit in his royal court, he did not stop the invasion of the empire and protect his hometown, the one made with dragon boats home.

The flame of vengeance burned in his heart.

He, Dark Iron Motkin, King of the North, is a conqueror, he is a true leader, he is bent on glory and power, he has fought in the realm of Chaos for hundreds of years, he has overcome all Challenged, he not only lost most of his humanity, but also won the praise of the Four Gods of Chaos, praised and worshipped by countless followers, and even received the promise of ascending the devil from the evil **** of Chaos.

But Motkin did not choose to agree. The king of the north knew deeply that once he ascended to the devil, he would lose all his humanity, he would become a plaything and a puppet of the evil **** of chaos, he would lose himself, and this was not what he wanted , Motkin's long-cherished wish in his life is to seek a glorious ending after winning endless glory, and then return to the temple of the ancestors, and sleep with his father, grandfather, and ancestors. It is true that Chaos has given him his own Blessings, but Motkin was already frustrated and tired, and he knew that if he went further, his soul would be lost forever.

But the news from Zanek's mouth shook Motkin's heart.

The dragon castle was destroyed, his hometown was destroyed, the tomb of his ancestors was destroyed, and the goal he had been fighting for his whole life has been destroyed by the southerners! destroyed!

The black iron predator gently stretched out his hand and squeezed his seat tightly. His tone was trembling, but he remained calm: "The news, is it true? The messenger of the devil bird god?"

"I swear in the name of Saint Tzeentch, it's absolutely true, I think you've heard of the Imperial Norsca Expedition, right? The end point of this expedition is Dragon Castle." Zan Aike said playfully: "I am ordered to tell you everything under the order of the Demon Lord of Change."

"Oleg von Zhukov?" Motkin only felt that after so many years, his blood and anger had returned to his chest.

"Oleg von Zhukov, Imperial Ostland." Zanek nodded. He was holding a staff and a long sword, and the remaining two hands were hurriedly writing something in the notebook.

"Oleg-von-Zhukov!!!" Motkin read the name again, the King of the North nodded stiffly, his tone was pale at first, then became sonorous, his words Squeezed between his teeth, he shot out: "Southerner!! I will make Oleg von Zhukov feel the same pain! I will make him understand! I will destroy his territory, I will rip open the tomb of his ancestors, and I will know what true revenge is!"

After finishing speaking, the king of the northern land signaled that Za-Zan Aike could get out, and he returned to the depths of his royal court alone.

It was a dark iron secret room that belonged to him alone. The chaotic eight-pointed star made of chaotic black iron released colorful lights in the secret room.

Motkin unleashed his own rage here, he roared, shouted, poured out his anger, released his anger, he shouted the names of the ancestors one by one until his throat was hoarse, and he cried out in pain With the name of his hometown, everything in the secret room was blasted to pieces.

"I will destroy the cowardly and cowardly southerners! I will destroy the whole world! I will drown the so-called empire of the South in the tide of chaos, and I will take vengeance! True gods, listen to my call and grant me strength!"

Just after the king of the north vented his anger, the power of chaos flowed out from above the eight-pointed star until it drowned the entire room, Motkin was shrouded in the power of chaos, and deep in his consciousness, four supreme The supreme being of the answered his prayers.

"Destroy! Good! Kill! Very good! Destroy the Empire! Very good!" A furious voice answered Motkin's prayer, his endless rage and thirst for blood skulls answered Motkin's call: "Your strength will be blessed by me! The great demon Kargalak I sat down and the Khorne demon army led by him will obey your orders!"

"Bring destruction to the south, glory back to the north, tides of change to the world, despair and destruction to those who are unwilling to accept true civilization, you have nine futures, and each future will have nine This kind of change, your wisdom will open your future path, make a choice, Motkin, time is running out!" A treacherous and twisted voice said in a rare serious tone: "The future is full of challenges, and I am You are full of confidence that the Tzeentch Demon Army and my God-chosen Champion, Tza-Zaneek, will obey your orders!"

"Life and death, reincarnation, and more, we, in life and death, reincarnation, in disease, and decay, eternal life, and immortality, the true meaning, is here." A slow and kind voice was given to Motkin's father. He said gently: "My child, I finally figured it out, it doesn't matter, Dad will always love you, my god-chosen champion, the plague priest Festus, and my demon army, will obey your orders!"

"Killing is art, destruction is art, revenge is art, we are willing to try all sins, challenge all taboos, we will experience all the thrills, taste all the pleasures, Motkin, welcome to join us, willing to indulge The carnival of passion and flesh will always make you young and strong." A seductive and twisted voice couldn't stop the excitement, his voice flipped back and forth like twisted tentacles: "It's time for my god-chosen champion West Gerwald led my demon army to dispatch, my prince and my demon army, will obey your orders!"

The Four Chaos Gods responded to Motkin's prayer. Motkin has always been fair. He believes in four evil gods at the same time and never favors any of them. As the favored and watched person of the Four Chaos Gods~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The Four Chaos Gods have already reached a consensus.

"Mottkin, give your all, and we will give you the same in return."

"Your road to revenge is destined to be bumpy and full of challenges, but you must be firm. It is us who will give you the ultimate victory!"

"Now, open your arms and accept our blessings!"

"In Oster Territory, there is a strong man outside the star field. He will be your fateful enemy and the biggest obstacle to your southward journey this time, and we will give you the same power as him! Let you Complete your revenge!"

Motkin nodded, and the King of the North closed his eyes and opened his arms, waiting for the evil god's gift.

"I, Slaanesh, grant you flamboyant dance moves, swift speed, and the best combat skills!"

"I, Tzeentch, grant you the spell of destruction, the highest magic resistance, and the sharpest vision!"

"I, Nurgle, grant you supreme defense, mutated organs, and most powerful regeneration!"

"Finally, I, Khorne, grant you the power to destroy everything!!!"

"The day of destruction is already doomed, go and bring the end to the world!"

"You, you are the new one, chosen by God for eternity!"

The blessings of the four evil gods were imprinted on Motkin's body.

On this day, Motkin entered the realm of the gods alone.

On this day, another new Chaos Eternal God Selection was born.

The voice of fury raged from the entire northern court to the entire Chaos Wastes, until the warp responded to his wrath.

"revenge!!!"

From this day on, Motkin walked out of his own northern court, he will integrate the Chaos Wasteland and the tribe of Norsca, and then launch his own vengeance on the southerners.

Another eternal divine choice, began to prepare to go south, and soon, the whole world will taste the tide of destruction again.

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