Warhammer Throne

The Breton jihadists outside the city only had less than 50,000 soldiers in sight at this time, and they had been exhausted in the battle for several hours. The war had been fought from early morning to late afternoon. A Norsca dwarf can also maintain a certain combat effectiveness.

Ryan was also extremely injured. He almost could not stand steady with his spear. Although relying on the power of the Forgotten Shadow, he did not endure the consequences of being cut off, but the previous injuries and mental pain also caused him to collapse. It is clear that his internal organs are bleeding. His lungs are painful due to severe internal bleeding. Every breath is as painful as a steel knife, and there is a smell of rust in his mouth and nostrils. The Sun King is able to All he can do is to stand, and he can only stand. The overdraft of psionic energy makes Ryan stare at Venus. He exhales desperately: "The order goes on, and the army regroups. We must hurry to save before the palace falls. Brunswick, if Charlemagne’s throne falls, the blow to the empire will be fatal."

"Your Majesty, you are badly hurt." Marshal Raymond said, he is not much better, two axe wounds, one sword wound, a javelin hole on his shoulder, a scratch on his thigh, if It's not Mojana's group healing technique, Raymond will definitely explain it here today: "We don't have the ability to enter the city quickly now."

"Why?" Ryan felt black in front of his eyes, and he almost fainted.

"Because there are more than 80,000 Nurg soldiers outside the city, the Chaos Demon Army has dissipated, and they are still there!" Raymond said quickly. He waved, and a group of old guards swordsmen rushed over and framed Ryan. Starting and retreating: "We think we must reorganize first, Your Majesty!"

"Damn it!" Ryan closed his eyes in pain, "Still not working? Or..."

Nurgle's laughter and the cry of the goddess of mercy came from the Saria Temple in the city. When Ryan didn't want to give up, the Nurg army rushed over again. Thousands of Norsca's Yankees enjoyed it. In the aftermath of the heavy rain, their wounds healed again, and the entire four teams of Forsaken finally received the blessing of Nurgle as they wished, and they transformed directly into chaotic warriors on the battlefield.

"Protect the king." Raymond hurriedly ordered, and more old guards came from behind. Ryan could feel that the current old guards seemed to be the most well-maintained army, and there are still close to two thousand. People, this is firstly because Ryan used it as the final reserve team, and secondly, Su Liya personally led the old guards in battle many times. This force was blessed and protected by the Angel League.

"Ryan!" There was a vacuum on the battlefield where the Chaos Demon Army disappeared. Su Liya hurried to protect Ryan and signaled the old guards to retreat in an orderly manner.

"Extremely cold field!" The Kislev guards of the Czar Katarin arrived.

"Flame Storm!" Veronica's witch group also arrived.

Looking at the winged cavalry and Keslev’s Ksar fighters passing by, Ryan was held up by Sulia and smiled bitterly: "Madam, I'm not allowed to do it."

"You have done a good job, my husband." Su Liya said softly, "Next, leave it to us."

"Prepare~" The Dwarf Troll's Hammer Rocket Brigade continued forward: "Reload~ Launch!"

A series of rockets directly blasted a whole team of Chaos Warriors to the sky.

Not far away, the two dwarven colossus were still fighting, and the Yankee's behemoth army had more than half of the casualties, but neither side planned to stop.

Ryan slowly nodded. Even if he defeated the Chaos Demon Army, the victory was still very far away. According to intelligence, even if he could completely wipe out the Grote Vanguard, there would still be at least one main force in Aizhan on the Chaos Wasteland. Million people.

A million people... Ryan couldn't help smiling at the thought of this, and the Sun King couldn't help but cast his gaze on the two-tailed comet that was slowly approaching Brunswick above the sky.

Legend has it that when the empire encounters the most dangerous and terrible disaster, Emperor Charlemagne or Emperor Ludwig the savior will return. The symbol of return is the two-tailed comet.

But this twin-tailed comet has been flying in the sky for almost three years, brother, are you reliable?

How much combat power can the Mujahideen remain after the huge losses in this battle?

Are we still in time?

Ryan was guarded by the old guards and dragged back to the jihadist camp by Sulia and Silvia. What he had to do was to stop the bleeding first. Due to the super high magic resistance, almost all the healing spells were magical. None of them had any effect on him. Ryan's own psychic energy had been exhausted, so Ryan could only stop the bleeding with the simplest bandage and the wood elf potion.

Even so, Ryan also demanded that he must stand among everyone.

There is no objection to this jihadist army.

Because as long as Ryan stands here, as long as he is with the knights and soldiers, the morale of the Breton army is worlds apart.

He is the symbol of victory, and the heraldic banner and the iris banner behind him are the soul of Brittany!

"Then, the star, will it be our turning point?"

When Ryan was still retreating under the protection, he had just retreated from the front line, and François, Bohemond, Calade and others, who were also covered in injuries, communicated in the camp.

Just after the meeting, everyone learned that Ford, Duke of Montfort, also died, and the deputy commander of the Cold Creek Guards, Philip Mountbatten, was also killed. The coach Udino was seriously injured, and the Cold Creek Guards were almost broken up. Less than 400 people.

Now fighting the Chaos Horde is the alliance of the Norsca dwarves and Kislev, and the Breton army temporarily retreats and regroups.

The wood elves also suffered a huge loss, the Alaloth army retreated, and the wood elves heroes were still trying to reorganize the army. Allai's army also chose to retreat, and the Twilight sisters couldn't fight anymore.

"Now, I can only hope that the twin-tailed comet is really as in the legend." François's face was tangled into a pale as paper, the old man of Ryan was covered in eight wounds, and his blood shed almost two liters. If it weren’t for the great holy grail of the sanctuary, he has family armor, the sword of the magical unicorn, and the cloak blessed by the holy water of Morjana, he would have died many times. Of course, there is a more important reason. He was in pain. After the 4,000 knights on the Weinford expedition were counted, only less than 2,000 were left. The Unicorn Guard was downgraded from 1,000 to 561. The old man was heartbroken. These are all good soldiers. The soldiers he brought out!

No matter how noble the morals of the Knights of the Holy Grail, this kind of thing that involves his core interests, François can fight desperately on the battlefield, but at this point, he still feels uncomfortable for his loss and mumbles all this. Is it really worth it?

"I can't move it anymore. The enemy is all kind of hard cans, plus those giant beasts. If we fight this way, our excellent Bretonian knights have to explain all of them here." Marshal Perchmond He also took off his helmet. His cheek was chopped by a chaos champion’s axe. The old duke shook his head angrily: "Damn, how many Yankees are there? We clean up the Norsca line every few years. The land in the north is barren and it is basically impossible to grow. The fishing and hunting income is limited. How did the Yankee do it for a whole day? It can't be the same as the Yankee who grows wheat and matures for two seasons in a year, right?"

"Only the lady knows." Karad was still very serious. The dragon and golden eagle on the top of his cross helmet had one wing cut off: "We have never dared to go deep into the mountains of Norsca, the only time in recent years. It was Oleg von Zhukov’s time."

Everyone knows the ending of Oleg going deep into Norsca, and everyone is silent.

You reason with Chaos?

The marshal and the generals waited for about a minute, and the white horse marshal Amanrik came in from outside: "The situation is bad, we have to retreat and regroup."

"Wait, where's your lord Raun?" The sharp-eyed Grand Duke Magritte Juan did not find Raun.

"Your Excellency Amanrik, did Raun not receive any news of the retreat?" Hagen, Duke of Gisoleaux, said hastily.

"Raun...flew into the city with the Royal Pegasus Brotherhood ‘Sky Host’." Amanrik shook his head.

"In the city?"

Just as Ryan was fighting the three great monsters outside the city, a fierce battle was also going on in Brunswick's city.

Nurgle's chief magic library-Gaz and Nurgle's pick champion Festus gave up continuing to attack the hard bones of Nur's defensive circle, and instead attacked the temple of the goddess of mercy Salia, just as Vlad expected In the same way, Kugas and Festus intend to conduct a "harvest ritual" in the main shrine of the goddess of mercy. This harvest ritual will directly pull the entire city into the Chaos Realm and become a part of the Garden of Nurgle.

At this time, Bishop Margarita, the goddess of mercy, made some efforts. She poured Saria’s holy water into the ditches around the main temple. The pure water blessed by the goddess of mercy made it impossible for the chaos demons to break through. The defense of the main temple won some time. Three reserve militia companies, four imperial province companies, and a team of slashers. These soldiers used their lives to resist the attack of the Nurgle Demon Army and pin their hopes on those that are almost impossible. Reinforcements.

The holy water is effective against ordinary Nurg demons, but it has little effect on Nurg's chief demon Kugas. Kugas directly forcibly broke through the barrier of the temple and smashed the door.

Seeing that victory was right in front of him, there was a harsh moan and bone rubbing in the courtyard on the far side of the temple.

Before long, groups of undead troops swarmed from more than a dozen streets and alleys, and gathered in front of the demon team behind Ku-Gas and Festus.

The head of the undead was Vlad von Kastein, the elector of Sylvania, his fingers rubbed the blade of the **** sword, and a cold smile appeared on his pale and twisted face.

There were harsh screams and horns in the air, as well as the battle roars of the unparalleled warriors of Breton.

The blue sky above the temple was obscured by the wings of Pegasus.

As a united front, the living and the dead launched a charge.

Large groups of grave guards followed the black knights commanded by Vlad himself in the middle of the Nurgle Demon Army line to kill. The death lord’s spell turned all the Nurgle spirits into purple crystals, and Vlad was full of contempt. Looking at this group of enemies with too much liquid, I thought that our undead would never have this kind of problem. He swung his blood-drinking sword to kill in the Nurgle demons, and more undead army followed Vlad. battlefield.

This really annoyed the two of Feiga, facing the joint charge of the Bretonian knights and the undead black knights, it seemed to be a very troublesome thing to conquer the main temple of Salia, and at this moment, The twin-tailed comet exposed in the clouds made Feiga's expressions drastically changed: "It's the star! It's the star!"

"We must hurry up!" Kugas had no choice. It had the ultimate ability that Nurgle had given him to "kill Ryan". It shouldn't have been used here, but now there is no choice.

The big Demon Nurgle frowned, and its original happy expression gradually turned gloomy. With the spell's chanting, a hornbeam seed was taken out of Kugas's body and shot directly into Vlad's body.

Vlad was proud of his strength. He arrogantly used the blood-drinking sword to bounce the seeds away, and sniffed the smell on the blade, showing disdain for the tricks of the big devil Nurgle.

However, Vlad’s pride cost him a huge price. The seeds re-flew into his body after two ejections from the ruins. Almost in the blink of an eye, Vlad’s whole body was swallowed by the infected power and died. The maharaja was covered with poisonous moss from head to bottom, and terrible mold grew. His body turned into a fleshy tree, exuding the smell of decay and decay, and then the death lord collapsed and cracked in painful struggle. Pieces of stiff white powder gravel shook his undead army, but it did not disappear.

Kurgas also paid a huge price for his distraction. He focused all his attention on defeating Vlad. At the same time, Raun’s attack had arrived. The artifact Kurona’s sword seized Kurgas to control the hornbeam. The moment the seed parasitized Vlad, it cut Kugas' throat.

Kugas, who was slow to react, punched Raun’s beloved mount Hippogryph Bequith under the nearby statue, and made up a blow to completely kill the beast that had accompanied Raun for decades, but At this time Lauen's determination was extremely firm, and the regent of the kingdom told himself that if he could defeat the two of Feiga here, then Brunswick might still hope to be saved.

so be it!

Shouldn't a person's life, the life of a knight, be born for this, and die for this?

My father Louis, my mother, my son Mathewbad, and the washermaid... His family faintly appeared in front of Lawn, and the Kingdom Regent shouted and continued the sword of Kurona. Sent towards Kugas.

Kugas roared, roared, struggling and smashing, but it was useless. In every wound it caused to Raun, the holy grail knight dropped golden "sacred blood", and this golden blood was full of Visalia. The blessing of the goddess in the lake, which is too strong, the golden blood burns the flesh of the great demon, which is more effective than any strong acid, dissolving its physical entities, like being thrown into a mass of mold by scorched wood.

To make matters worse, the holy blood dripped into the cracked wound of the demon's festering chest.

Gradually, Kurgas’ struggles abated, and Raun seized the opportunity to pierce the sword of Kurona through the decayed and festering black heart of the chief demon of Nurgle. The demon bubbling his soul into nothingness, and all that is left is A touch of stains after burning.

Raun, who was seriously injured all over, fell on the ground. The regent of the kingdom looked at his results with great pride. Nurgle's chief demon was unjustly defeated, and he had some tricks to win, but he didn't need to talk about chivalry against the chaos demons. Killing them all and letting them roll back where they should be is the best chivalry virtue.

Then, only the enemy in front of him is left. Raun noticed that the last few Pegasus knights had been killed by Festus, and the last few Pegasus knights swelled, screamed, exploded, and were accompanied by people. The horse's blood dripped like dirty rain.

It's not over yet!

Although Raun was exhausted and lost too much blood, the kingdom regent resolutely guarded the gate of the main temple of the goddess of mercy, and he stepped down the steps to challenge Festus.

Almost all of the imperial defenders died, and there were only fragile patients behind the gate, and the goddess of mercy was only a nun who knew how to heal.

As a knight, it is his responsibility and obligation to guard the weak and fight for justice.

Is there anything more glorious than I am now? Lawn couldn't help smiling.

that's enough.

The two sides immediately fought a battle. Festus was a little eager, and he ran out of cards, but instead gave Raun a chance. The more anxious Festus, the slower he was. After more than a dozen rounds of melee combat, Lao Eun seized the opportunity, tensed his shoulders, stood up, stabs his sword, and the glowing sword pierces Festus's internal organs deeply. This blow is enough to kill an ordinary Nurg champion.

It is a pity that Raun miscalculated. Festus is not comparable to the general Chaos God’s Choice. As the champion of Nurgle God’s Choice, he was blessed by Nurgle. Before Raun drew his sword, Festus Si resisted the pain of burning internal organs, took out a potion bottle from behind and threw it on Lauen's face.

Raun staggered back and howled miserably in anger and pain. His entire face was melted and his frontal bones were exposed.

Seizing this opportunity, Festus took another meat hook from its belt, and the jagged bone front cut Laun’s throat. Under the fury of the champion of Nurgle, the bone front cut back and forth. After sawing, golden blood rained down on Festus' body. Festus was extremely painful, but he was not Kugas after all. It had substance, flesh and blood.

Finally, the regent of the kingdom stopped struggling, and Festus grabbed his hair when he saw it. At the moment when he wanted to twist his head off, a sharp sword pierced Festus’s chest from behind. .

The death lord Vlad was resurrected. His face was full of calculated irritation. Von Kastein's ring was shining. Vlad swore that this was his second anger since his resurrection. The death lord took it out. His secret weapon, the temporarily shaved oak spear, once again penetrated Festus' body and pierced his heart.

Oak is a kind of extremely inert wood. As soon as it enters Festus's body, it madly absorbs the life energy of Nurgle and breaks the balance Festus is trying to maintain. Vlad then Nagash in his own body. The vigorous wind of death brought by the power of force injected into Festus's body, and the champion of Nurgle's selection immediately changed, and his body was covered with amethyst and turned into a statue.

The witch doctor lord fell.

Raun also fell down. The regent of the kingdom glanced at Vlad at the last moment of his life. The two looked at each other. The Death Maharaja also sighed, nodded at him, and drew his blood-drinking sword. A respectable holy grail knight extended von Kastein’s standard etiquette, and then signaled the undead army to clean the nearby Nurgle Demon Army. Without the power of Kugas and Festus, the Nurgle Demon Army has begun to dissipate. It was only a matter of time before Vlad was defeated.

Well, this is enough.

Raun lay feebly on the ground of the firm temple. The Kingdom Regent finally looked at the sky. He felt that his consciousness was disappearing, and the endless darkness was engulfing him. Instead, it was a peaceful, quiet, cloth. In an ideal town full of grasslands, forests, and lakes, the lady stood in front of the Moon Shrine, shedding tears, and smiling at him.

"Thanks for your hard work, Raun Leo Cornwall. Really, hard work."

"My lady..." Raun whispered softly in his vague consciousness.

"You are worthy of your family, you are worthy of your country, you are worthy of the spirit of chivalry, you are worthy of me, Raun Leo Cornwall." The goddess wiped her tears hard and greeted Raun with open arms.

"That's enough." Raun said his last words, and he showed his last smile with difficulty. The nuns of the goddess of mercy surrounded him and called the hero's name, but he couldn't hear anything. .

In this way, with the victory of the defense battle and the relief of the crisis of Brunswick being dragged into the Garden of Nurgle, in the voice of the people, surrounded by the living and the dead, on the stone slabs of the main temple of the Goddess of Mercy, Breath Regent of the Kingdom of Tania, Marshal of Brittany, Duke of Conrogne Raun-Leo Cornwall fell to the world.

This was the seventh marshal of Bretania who died in battle.