Warhammer Throne

Now the battlefield outside the city has become a slaughterhouse of flesh and blood. Faced with the emergence of the four Chaos Demon Army, the Chivalry Army suffered heavy losses, and one order after another was passed to Su Liya.

"Marshal Berhemond cannot continue advancing, and asks to retreat!"

"The knights of the Duchy of Berleone have lost more than half!"

"Musilon's Cold Creek Guards have lost more than half!"

"Le-Angoulan Marines have all been killed!"

"Marshal Amanrik is in trouble, ask for reinforcements!"

"The Norsca Ironmane Legion was defeated!"

"The Wood Elf is losing ground."

"The Great Holy Grail Lord Julian died in battle!"

"The Great Holy Grail Lord Turas died in battle!"

"From Beria's news, General Meretskov was seriously injured, and Kislov's army needs to be reorganized!"

"His Excellency Leo Frick, Duke of Carcassonne, said he couldn't hold on anymore!"

One by one news came to Suria. The Queen of Knights kept giving new orders. The old guard guarded her. Behind her, there were teams of reserve teams and dwarves. Stepping into the battlefield constantly.

"Megazord, powerup!" Not far away, the dwarf colossus was already in battle. Under the operation of the engineer, the dwarf war colossus and the Nurgle war beast were hugged together, and the long nose of the chaotic mammoth fell on the waist of the dwarf colossus, booming A spark came out, the chest of the dwarven war behemoth opened, a series of Hellstorm rockets blew all the Nosca people on the chaotic mammoth into the sky, and then overturned the chaotic mammoth with a punch. The giant axe cut the abdomen of the war behemoth. Blood flowed all over the place, and flames spurted from the palm of the colossus, cooking a group of Yankees after another.

In the center of the battlefield, Ryan is fighting against the three great monsters and their power alone.

Anglas-the Unbounded Axe opened and closed. Behind it, the boundless sea of ​​blood, spouting flames, and the brass city fortress loomed, and horrifying demons continued to join the battlefield to fight the gray knights.

Shalaxi-Devil’s body is as graceful and gorgeous as a ballet dancer. Its power has eroded the world. Everyone can see that behind it is a grand banquet, located in the palace of evil, wearing on his face The masked people were arrogant, and the evil demon with eight arms and eight scorpions was tied in the center of the hall. A group of people took food from it. The ground was covered with turbid liquor, and the strong fishy smell stimulated the mortals. Snout.

Rodriguez held a boxwood branch in his hand. Behind it, bright red, blue, yellow and purple flowers pierced the gloomy atmosphere, and a paradise of joy was spread among the melancholic forest scenery. The digging and running insects have brightly patterned carapace and shiny wings. The insects flew briskly along the long embankment of the slow and turbid river. Amidst the rushing sound of Reed, the children of the loving father kept walking into the battlefield.

And at the center of the battlefield is a pure white world. Ryan fought against Angelus and Shalaxi's calamity alone. The original body’s head was covered with veins. Around him, there were a total of 55 legendary gray knight spirits. We fought side by side. Just on the white marble floor, the white and flawless clouds, and the deep blue sky, they fought side by side with the original body, slaughtering all the chaotic demons that came from three sides, and Weiyu left the dirty air in the air. Chaos energy.

war! war! war!

The momentum swept across the earth like a wave, and no one could stop it.

"Hahahaha, isn't that the festering heart of a kind father? Come on, I will defeat you again!"

"Guan Geer, once again, we are face to face!"

"Andre the Betrayer of the Dark Prince's subordinate, are you ready to be exiled by me again?"

A tall and majestic gray knight heroic laughed and rushed to one of the enemies, bursting out with a monstrous fighting spirit. After the other party found out, he immediately greeted him with fearless courage.

Janus, the first-generation Supreme Grand Master of the Grey Knight, held a psionic giant sword, and burst into a bright light among the chaotic demons, instantly tearing the dozens of chaotic steel bull cavalry besieging him into one piece. The light rain disappeared.

However, such Wu Yong did not make people retreat, but absorbed more people to attack him.

"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull offering skull seat!"

"Nurg is love! Nurg is life! All things will decay in the end, only nurg will live forever!"

"Looking is for sex, sin is for sin to be received, all filth! Desires and desires!"

The three-sided Chaos Army attacked, and their power alone was enough to destroy an entire country, but they were stopped by Ryan. The Primal Gray Knight not only blocked the three great monsters, but even stopped them. The Chaos Demon Army, this is already a miracle, right at the door of the three ancient steeple gates, four energies are entangled together, symbolizing the red and black of Anglas, the gold and silver that symbolizes Ryan, and the symbol of Shala. The dark purple of the Greek Devil's Plague, and a little farther away from close combat, symbolizes the yellowish brown of Rodriguez.

The power of destruction never ceases and is unlimited. This is no longer a battle for mortals, and even mortals have no right to participate.

Outside the city, the three brothers Grot received the support of the Chaos Behemoth army and the four gods and the great monsters, and the pressure was greatly reduced. The three brothers Grot kept in mind the father's order, and they left about one-third of them. His troops continued to entangle with the Chivalric Crusaders outside the city, and the remaining troops attacked the city. They vowed to dedicate the throne of Braunschweig and Charlemagne to the benevolent father.

Gerrit-Spitter personally led the Minotaur, Nurgle, Norsca Champion Warriors, and Human Skin Wolves to advance on the half-mile-long front with strength like a tidal wave. The battlefield rushed into the imperial defense line. The Chaos Knight broke through the spear forest in a blasting storm of shattering blades, slashing imperial soldiers with jagged lances and enchanted blades. The dragon demon fiercely attacked the halberd soldiers who came to intercept, and the strange lightning flashed across the skin of the scale armor, crackling noises, stunned the soldiers on both sides.

The northern and western gates of Braunschweig have been lost, and only the eastern and southern gates, which were supported by the Breton jihadists, have been preserved.

In the city, Marshal Rick Heilberg is directing about 3,000 imperial soldiers to fight in the streets. Among them are the elite Rick guards, as well as the recruits who were temporarily recruited. The fighting has continued for several times. Within hours, many soldiers were too tired to stand up. The hustle and bustle of the war was raging in the storm. Heilberg scanned the mutilated, depressed, and sweaty faces of the surrounding soldiers. The pain in his heart came back to life. They are the kindest and loyal soldiers, fighting for the sacredness of the motherland and the survival of the family.

Heilberg certainly saw the battle outside the city. Marshal Rick once saw the hope of victory in the war. Although he criticized the Sun King’s repeated "interference" in the internal affairs of the empire, Heilberg was of course grateful to the Bretons. The aid of the two sides may be able to defeat the Nurg army, at least defend the capital, and then step by step to clean up the enemies in the empire.

From the very beginning of the emergence of the Chivalric Crusades, Heilberg tried to reunite with Ryan’s army. However, both efforts failed. The soldiers could not leave the city wall, otherwise they would be torn apart by the Yankees like rags. , After exhausting the power of the charge, the Chivalric army fell into a quagmire and was still far away from the city wall.

Heilberg made his most effective effort. He managed to gather the 4000 heavy cavalry in Brunswick, and secretly opened the city gate and launched a charge when the Chaos army was shaken by the Bretons. The charge was successful. However, when Heilberg was trying to achieve further results, the Chaos War Mammoth Group, Chaos Giants Group, and the emergence of the four great monsters and their Chaos Demon Army from the north caused Heilberg to be defeated. Forced retreat.

In the end, fewer than 2,000 heavy cavalry were successfully withdrawn into the city.

Marshal Rick is exhausted and has nothing to do.

From a strategic and tactical point of view, all Heilberg's efforts have been successful.

The walls of Brunswick are like sponges, absorbing the power of the Chaos army, limiting the power of the Yankee.

The soldiers resisted layer by layer according to Heilberg's design, causing the battlefield to fall into a tug of war.

The charge at the critical moment also defeated some of the forces of Gotrit at the North Gate. The Rick Guards, a dozen imperial knights, and the half-griffon knights of the entire Griffin Knights even attacked the north gate with a grenades. The tower was shattered and the catapult was blown to pieces, sweeping the Yankees who could not stand the test.

That's right, all efforts have been successful, and the vision together has been realized.

In the end, Heilberg still found that he was still powerless. Less than half of the more than 100,000 people under his command are still alive, and less than half of the alive can get up and fight. The reinforcements of his enemy are already there. Gathering on the edge of the forest, they paced out from the shadows and lined up along the northern horizon. Their numbers seemed to be endless. Whenever a battle group was destroyed, three branches would take their place.

At the same time, Heilberg also saw the battle between Ryan and the three great monsters. He was deeply shocked by the power of the Knight King. What a supreme might it is, but a fool can see Ryan’s heart is like the world fighting at the same time. The erosion of the three chaotic worlds is so difficult, and on the battlefield outside the city, the knightly holy warriors have even begun to show signs of retreat. The chaos demons are really too powerful.

How to do?

The old man smiled bitterly, he really did his best, he did his best, he was ready to face death.

Are there any reinforcements? Heilberg really laughed, and the old handsome funny tried to convince himself that there might be other reinforcements? Will the dwarves of the Roof of the World come to support them? The elves of Osu'an? Or Midenheim? Ivyheim? Bafeng Mountain?

"My marshal, look!" At this moment, Ivan the Griffin Duke called to Heilberg.

"Look? Look at what? It's just more Yankees." Heilberg said casually. If today is Brunswick's end, then let it come, he is ready.

"No! Look!" Duke Griffin's tattered cloak swayed in the air.

Heilberg reluctantly picked up the telescope and looked eastward.

The old man opened his mouth wide. One after another giant phalanx, the army in black and red armor was advancing. The family coat of arms of the black bat wing monster on the red background is familiar. These silent troops have neither. The roar did not mutate, they were just advancing. In the gaps in the queue, some bigger and more terrifying guys appeared, looming in the forest, and they were on their way to join the battlefield.

"That was..." Not only did Heilberg tremble, he thought of the Golden Fortress, which lasted nearly a year, and he thought of the key support during the Battle of Hufffunken, and he thought of the living and the dead standing side by side. On the days of war, he remembered...

"Dear Marshal Rick." A noble, elegant, and aloof voice sounded from a distance of about thirty or forty meters from Heilberg. With a terrifying cold, he recognized standing in a food store. The fallen prince in the ruins, wearing a blood-red battle armor, riding a skeletal horse, saw Heilberg noticing himself, the army of death, the elector of Sylvania, and the blood of von Kastein Zu, Vlad von Kastein politely saluted Heilberg with a textbook-like imperial court etiquette. He seemed very happy that Heilberg was willing to listen to him. His voice It seems extremely happy, although Heilberg doubts whether the dead can have such feelings: "Your Excellency, this letter has been delivered to you accurately, but you did not give me an accurate answer. I think it is time to come. A beautiful speech."

"Von Kastein, are you still alive?" Heilberg roared.

"This seat? This seat is always alive. Of course, this seat is probably also dead... 5000 years?" Vlad's handsome face showed a smile: "To discuss history with this seat, this seat has a lot of time to accompany you, but I It seems that your army and your city don’t have so much time."

"Of course, when you stand by, my soldiers are fighting for their lives to defend the city, but you are hiding in the dark." Heilberg roared bravely: "Where are your people?"

"Of course I am very happy to participate in this war. If you need it, I will go to help the Sun King and add a sword to the duel between him and the Chaos Demon, but in what name?" Ladd smiled and said, "I am waiting for your answer."

Heilberg's face suddenly turned pale. The old man's face was first angry red, then embarrassed black, then embarrassed blue, and finally helplessly pale. He opened his mouth and vomited out of his own unbelievable. Words: "So be it."

"So what?" Vlad could feel amazing joy.

"This commander...this commander promises you! I promise your request, that's enough!" Heilberg yelled desperately amidst the extremely shocked gazes of the surrounding imperial troops.

"That's right!" Vlad couldn't help applauding, and the death army said contentedly: "If the main material world is replaced by pure chaos, what is the meaning of our struggle? Now is the moment for salvation, you do I made the right choice, my marshal, I am very pleased."

"Enough! Come on, kneel down!" Heilberg roared: "Kneel in front of me, hurry up, don't make me regret it!"

Vlad was taken aback for a moment, and the Death Maharaja showed an injured expression on his face, but he realized something immediately, and the death army walked up to Heilberg and knelt down on one knee.

Runefang was pressed on Vlad’s shoulder, and Heilberg’s face showed a hint of revenge, but then he was enveloped in deep sorrow, and the old man’s voice sounded: "Take this man as the Charlemagne Empire. The power of the regent and the power of the rune-tooth sword, this commander hereby declares that Vlad von Kastein of Sylvania, in desperation, you are the elector of Sylvania!"

"I confer the title on you, not because I want you to kill with this, but with this, I hope you will remember that you must be loyal to your country."

"I grant you the land, not for profit, but for you to remember your noble identity."

"Now, I grant you my noble trust to von Kastein, what you get is not only the supreme power and status, but an irreplaceable responsibility!"

"May you and your bloodline fight for the survival of the empire!"

"This seat promises." Vlad could hardly conceal the joy on his face. The Death Maharaja bowed respectfully and said that he had accepted the canonization. He couldn't help playing with the Ring of Von Kastein. The Death Maharaja was in the Imperial Army. He stood up with unbelievable eyes, he laughed happily, and sent a signal towards the outside of the city.

Now everyone is a compatriot of the empire.

The three brothers of the maggot riding regiment heard footsteps in the east forest. It appeared that thousands of heavy armours were moving. The second of the three brothers of the maggot riding regiment, Broben the Rotting **** hurriedly rode on his own. Mounted Bile Carrier-a maggot, rushed to the edge of the forest with the extremely evil army of brass fortress, and said vaguely: "You are late, the stinky fools of the demon bird god, hurry up, get ready Let's kill!"

"Hurry up, shout the slogan, beat the drums, let Nan Lao know that we are coming!"

There was still no reply in the forest, only three people came out.

Headed by a Nicohara Lich, wearing a crown and holding a staff, cyan flames burned in his hollow eyes.

The second is full of Baroque red cursed armor, holding a huge black axe, tall, and it is already picking its own opponent.

The third one is more human. He has long sticky white mid-length hair. He wore a blindfold with a wrinkled face. He was wearing a captain's suit. He was holding a scimitar in one hand and a firecracker in the other. His head shook like nervously. Keep saying: "Sell you, don't be convinced, the grandfather of the blood dragon is the grandfather, all day long, he eats and drinks, nothing else~"

Broben the Rotten Breeder: "???"

There was no time to shock the children of Nurgle. When they came back to their senses, the silent legion rushed out of the forest to charge towards the three brothers of the maggot riding regiment.

"Fight, the descendants of Nagash!" The Lich King Akhan looked at these chaotic and unclean things in disgust, behind him, one after another heavy armored undead legions filed out.

"We are here to wipe out the ultimate gift of the dark gods!"