Proof of the Sun King

The high-precision inner city has now all been transferred to the great city walls and the outer city walls to garrison the elite troops. The inner city is now sparsely populated, and most of the high-precision nobles are busy enjoying themselves or participating in the recent series of palace changes. Therefore, Lane and Forgan are rarely noticed as they enter the inner city.

Moreover, Ryan and Forgan also obtained the inner city pass issued by the Tai brothers. This pass could have helped the two Primarchs easily pass through the great city wall, but the weapons had to be confiscated. Now that Ryan is directly teleported in, the weapons are still worn on the On the body, they found an abandoned small courtyard, looked at the overgrown weeds, and sat in the collapsed courtyard, waiting for the night of witchcraft to come.

"This trip to Ulthuan is really unpleasant." Fulgan enjoyed the freshness and saltiness in the air that he had never smelled. The inner city was the best place in Lothern, and he looked at the distant Maelstrom: "Can you imagine it? Ryan, these high elves can actually invent the maelstrom to deal with chaos, and the idiots of the Eldar can only turn their homeland into the Eye of Terror."

"If we fail, this planet will become the second eye of terror." Ryan stood up and observed the surging maelstrom: "And I think I have to correct your statement, the maelstrom is not The invention of the high elves, the instruments and magical circuits left by the Old Sage were used by the high elves in desperation."

"Something like a web channel?" Fugen became interested.

"Almost." Ryan raised his head: "The power of the ancient spells is waning. Those ancient mage souls are already tired. Something seems to have happened. Just beyond the magic network, something has begun to disintegrate. The world is again A new round of transformation has begun. In recent centuries, the flow of dark forces has become stronger and stronger. In the Chaos world beyond the real world, something must have happened, and the forces of Chaos will once again come to this world. ."

"Lord Crocker has mentioned to me that no matter how hard the eldest sons of the Old Sages work, the failure of the great guardian is inevitable. It is too late for the father to resurrect it. When it is late, it will only have time to make a little preparation. The moment is coming." Fugen nodded: "Old Sage's network has long been damaged, slowly disintegrating, and no one knows how to repair it."

"Wait, when the night of witchcraft comes, the power of the maelstrom will gradually weaken, and the Chaos Demon will appear." Ryan said in a low voice: "At that time, the army will be transferred, and we need to wait for an opportunity, the flames. There are a thousand or two phoenix guards on the island, and Kadroin, the captain of the Phoenix Guard Fire Guard appointed by Asuryan, will judge for himself whether support is needed throughout Ulthuan."

"We have to wait for the Phoenix guards... well, we have to wait for those pointed-eared guards who believe in Asuryan to attack, and then take the opportunity to sneak into the Phoenix Pyramid of Flame Island?" Fulgan immediately understood what Ryan meant: "Wait for the chaos demon collective Coming?"

"No, it's not enough, Lothern's defense is not something that Chaos Demons can break through." Ryan continued with a smile: "We must cooperate with the inside and the outside, Lilith will help us create fog near the Flame Island, and Olika has already contacted Lothern in Lothern. The dark elf of the dark elf, they will be doing things here, so the Phoenix guards should be ready to attack."

"Do you really trust that dark elf maid?" Fulgrim asked with interest. "I always feel that there is a dangerous power in her."

"Didn't you also accept a wood elf maid?" Ryan complained.

"That's what I want to know about the body structure of elves, and the history of elves in this world." Fulgrim shrugged, and the Emperor's Son Gene Primarch said easily: "That's a fool, a very simple woman, With a little skill, she told me everything, the resurrection of the earliest elf gods, the battle of Kane and Kunos for Isa's heaven, the secret of the wild hunting of the hunter, and the wood elves She said all of her secrets and ancient history, and the only thing she wants is to be loved...and to be with her at night, she even has the secret of the blood of the gods in me."

"Should I tell you?" Forgan picked up the wine.

Ryan was silent, and he suddenly realized that he didn't know Fulgan very well.

Behind his perfect appearance, graceful posture and rich knowledge, powerful martial arts, there is something else lurking.

It was a certain kind of stubbornness, arrogance not inferior to the sophisticated, self-interest in oneself, and viciousness.

Unlike Guilliman's kindness, hope, and honesty, and Angron's enthusiasm, sensibility, and simplicity, Forgan made Ryan feel complicated, and it was for this reason that Ryan and Forgan didn't get along so well. Well, both sides are respectful, but it's not like Angron can talk casually.

Thinking about it carefully, Fulgen was also guilty of many crimes in the Great Rebellion. Perhaps it is for this reason that even the Emperor has not figured out how to arrange this Primarch who has committed many major crimes, so he is temporarily placed in the this world.

"Anyway, let's wait."

"Well, come, have a drink."

…………I am the dividing line for a drink…………

Gradually, the sky gradually turned into night.

The storm engulfed the sky, it blew trees, knocked down houses, and the sea around Ulthuan made great waves. Huge gusts of wind drove relentless black thunderclouds. The savage rain poured down, as if to drown the world.

Terrible chaotic witchcraft energy is rolling in the sky, dispersing, the maelstrom is constantly shaking and twisting under the power of chaos, the wind of chaos has formed a twisted demon face in the air, and the sky has become colorful. , and in those streaks of light and shadow, something began to appear on the land of Ulthuan.

In the kingdom of Iris, bursts of disgusting green spread out from the void, and the hordes of Nurglings danced happily in the air, singing the love of their father.

"Some sewage, and some rotten blood~"

"Come on, let the old grandfather show you some rot~"

The green plague miasma is scattered in the already dilapidated and abandoned kingdom of Iris, and many towns, forts and fortresses are now empty. Appeared from the world.

It has a height of up to seven meters, and its whole body is like a green corrupt balloon. The festering and pus-filled body is bulky and disgusting. In his hand, he holds a great sword, which has long been corroded by the plague of Nurgle. There were several large holes, but this did not affect its power. On the contrary, the powerful plague made it even more terrifying. Its fat face with three jaws was full of ulcers and strange fangs, and its belly was naturally broken. With its oily intestines exposed, it shrugged painfully, and let its body relax: "More eyes, more spleen, more despair, more pain, more sadness, and praise for Nurgle. Love, praise the gift of the loving Father!"

The eighth-ranked demon under the throne of Nurgle, Lys, led his plague legion to show up!

Land rots, houses melt, dying forests and meadows speak of the anguish of Chaos demons, Nurgle's band plays mournful and playful tunes in this playful war, and the fog reveals a corruption-laden carnival.

A group of Nurglings who were laughing and carnival and all kinds of diarrhea first rushed out of the fog, they hurriedly rolled over each other in search of fresh flesh, and in the sound of the flute and bell, the lazy figure buzzed over the head, The horned behemoth followed, and swarms of large flies buzzed and flew about in the horde of monsters. Soon after, the stench drifted away.

In charge of the garrison of Tar-Iris was a distant relative named Alan, appointed by Azharion the Grim, who was the chief guard of Tar-Iris.

The city has not been able to return to its former glory for many years, and although the walls of Tar-Iris still stand, the remaining militia cannot even stand after Azharion has taken the main force. With the city walls full, the defenders' only hope was to hold on long enough until Lothern's reinforcements arrived - although it wasn't easy, it was Aaron's only hope.

Dozens of eagle-claw ballistas were neatly lined up on the city wall, filled with sharp crossbow bolts that could tear everything apart, and hundreds of archers had already tightened their bowstrings.

A dense rain of arrows and crossbow arrows flew into the air, attacking the stinking enemy directly under the dark night sky, the demons were blown to pieces, and the limbs of Chaos servants were pierced by arrows and torn to pieces by crossbow arrows. , and then turned into black sludge in the process of flying down, and the fog of green slime rot enveloped the whole city.

Azul will never surrender!

The elves showed their art of war to their heart's content, as if the ancient blood had been awakened.

The Nurgle fiends advanced quickly, and the disgusting fiends, rotting riders, and warriors of Chaos appeared in droves, the sky turned yellow-green, and the night sky was enveloped in a corrupted green miasma.

Lymph led a horde of terrifying Nurgle warriors through the mud, ichor, and torrential rain. Laughing frantically, Nurgle ordered the army to move on, and so on against the elves. A rain of arrows and bolts, many Nurgle demons and warriors of Chaos were pierced by eagle claws and bolts, but they would not stop, and the elven archers soon discovered that the huge festering wasps were carrying a The filth demons charged towards the archers on the city wall, and the bodies of the archers who were hit were instantly broken in two, and even if they didn't hit, the rotting pus and the thick yellow-green mist of Nurgle that they dripped also made the elves guard. The soldiers were in pain.

However, this was far from what the Great Demon of Nurgle had expected. Lymph not only roared angrily and said that the **** underneath was really not working well, he immediately noticed that the towering walls of Tar-Iris City And the magical barrier composed of elf mages, guiding stones and magic circles hindered the gifts and gifts of the loving father, which made Lymphus couldn't help grabbing a maggot thicker than a human finger from his neck and stuffing it into his mouth. Order the Legion of Nurgle to continue the attack, while observing the defenses of the entire city.

Tal-Iris is built on the mountain, sitting on the mountain and looking at the sea, with a natural inner harbor, and the city is very strong.

Sure enough, the entire Plague Legion, hundreds of demons, had just arrived under the city wall and declared their defeat. They didn't even have time to climb the city wall. , There were still a small number of cavalry on the wide city wall. They faced the bee colony that was harassing the defenders. The original large number of festering wing bees lost a lot. After losing more than half of them, they were forced to withdraw from the battlefield.

"No, this, no, we have to let the defenders take the initiative to fight." Lymph waved his hand angrily. He didn't want to use the gift of the father of plague, but now it seems that he has to use it.

Lymph had the Nurgle warriors chop some wood from nearby to make a huge pyre, and then he took out a blight-filled clay pot that contained Nurgle's carefully brewed soup.

"One day, three meals, no worries, just eat today, loving father, secret recipe, small hamburger~"

“Affordable and filling~”

"Nurgling!" A handful of Nurgling was stuffed into a small clay pot by Lymph.

"Poison ivy moss!" Yellow-green poison moss growing from the ground.

"Festering honey!" The sticky, foul-smelling honey produced by the festering bee.

"Everyone calls me, gourmet!"

"Now, let me..." Lyms let out a frantic laugh.

Until a shining moon arrow swept across the battlefield in the distance, a white light pierced through a dozen Nurgle demons successively and hit the pottery in Lymph's hand, and the pottery filled with filth exploded instantly. It was shattered and sent into the void.

"Get out, demon, get out of holy Ulthuan~www.wuxiaspot.com~ with your filth, get out."

The moon was bright, a legendary hero appeared in the storm and light and shadow, behind him appeared a large row of shadow warriors with bowstrings and face scarves, this hero was tall and handsome. But it was extremely gloomy, his eyes were like two bright gems, and the expression on his face was nothing but blatant hatred and disgust. Rune Sword: "I know you, you have failed here once, and now, I will let you fail a second time."

"Your soul will become the most beautiful flower in the garden!" Lymph was furious, it pulled up the sword on the ground and started a new battle.

On this night of sorcery, demonic legions appeared in many kingdoms throughout Ulthuan, and all the high elves could do was fight endlessly.

Meanwhile, Lothern, the capital of the high elves, was not attacked forcefully, only a few scattered demons appeared and were quickly expelled.

Now the Old Guards and Musilon's Cold Stream Guards are under the command of Surya. This elite human army was not arranged by the high elves to enter the battle sequence, but was prepared as a reserve team. According to news, Yitai On the east bank of the En Kingdom, the Chaos Demon Legion has appeared in the Kingdom of Safri and the Kingdom of Elion.

In Lothern, armies were urgently mobilized, and the old guards were also stationed in the Belmond Hotel with special permission, waiting for news, although many people did not know where the King of Knights went.

In the inner city, the mobilization of the army became more and more frequent, so Ryan and Forgan saw an opportunity. They managed to get a small boat from the pier in the inner city, and then headed towards the island of flames.

Carrying the hope of the resurrection of Sanguinius, drowned in the fog Lilith created for them.