Warhammer Throne

Vlad was defeated, and the failure of the Death Lord made Brunswick's plight even worse.

The three undead kings outside the city all felt Vlad's defeat. Among them, Gul and Luther Harken still wanted to fight, but the Lich King Arkhan decided to retreat.

As we all know, Arkhan’s loyalty to Vlad is limited. If Vlad is there, he will naturally obey Vlad’s orders, but if Vlad is gone, Arkhan’s goal is still to plan how to resurrect him. The master of Nagash, Vlad himself knew this well, but the absolute pride of being an old nobleman of Nicohara and the absolute confidence of being a death lord convinced Vlad that he would not roll over, naturally Will not roll over, for Vlad Arkhan's loyalty is unlimited loyalty.

But Vlad was defeated. The Death Maharaja ate the killer move originally intended for Ryan and was killed twice in a row. He did not resurrect so quickly this time. Arkhan ordered to retreat when he saw this, and the undead army obeyed. Following Arkhan’s orders, he gradually withdrew from the suburbs of Brunswick.

This put the Nuer Army under tremendous pressure.

In Rondstede Castle, the battle continued. The Nur Army in black and black armor was guarding the street under the leadership of Frederick and Noelle. The undead army in the city disappeared with Vlad’s defeat. .

"Hold it! Hold it!" Frederick had been fighting for more than ten hours at this time. The Baron knew that the Nur Army was very tired, and he ran the streets on his horse, calling on the soldiers to hold on.

"My baron, do we still have reinforcements? Anything will do!"

"Yes, there will be reinforcements!" Frederick yelled something that he didn't believe him.

"Then where will they come from?"

"I said there is it!" Frederick didn't know how to answer these questions, so he could only roar in a rude manner: "Just listen to me!"

After crossing a few streets, Frederick came to the front line. After the two steam tanks, there was a strong shield formation of the Nuer Pike Corps. There were mortars and a team of large swordsmen. Noelle was commanding the army. The war The goddess incarnation saw Frederick coming: "Frey? How is the situation?"

"We may be dying together, Noelle." Frederick stepped down from the horse. He stretched out his hands and held the hands of his fiancée. He smiled sadly: "The Army of the Undead has disappeared, and we are the only ones left."

"It's not just us." The roses on Noelle's cheek were still so bright, the goddess of war shook his head: "And everyone, and soldiers, and the people of Brunswick, Frey, you have to remember , I am with you, the soldiers of Nuer are with you, and the people of the empire are with you."

"Life is like a journey. What you care about is not the destination, but the scenery and the mood of seeing the scenery along the way." Noelle stretched out his arms and bravely moved towards Frederick, his fiance expressed himself "In the morning light of dawn, the golden blazing sun will once again illuminate the earth, the fields are verdant, and on the face of the road, there are related places, castles, and extremely prosperous markets. The gates of the city are open, belonging to Your family coat of arms is hung down along the city gate, with soldiers on both sides. They will chant your name and tell your story. Your traces will remain in the entire country, the entire nation, and every corner of the entire world."

"That sounds great." Frederick remembered his grandfather's story.

Is the emperor dead?

Yes, for a long time, ten thousand years, the emperor was dead.

But is the emperor alive?

Yes, even though the emperor's body is dead, his influence, his name, his traces, his beliefs, and his will are spread in every corner of the galaxy. Look like this, he is always alive.

Some people are alive, he is dead.

Some people are dead, but he is still alive.

"Then, fight!" Frederick suddenly felt that a certain powerful force rose from within his body.

Faced with the cruel reality, Frederick had no choice. He ran out of all the cards in his hand, but he was still facing a desperate situation. Frederick knew he had to make a choice. He might choose to stay and transform into a city with the city. Ashes, go to fight an extremely desperate war.

Or, he can choose to order the Nur army to retreat and abandon his defense area, taking advantage of the loss of the Chaos Army, and there are also Breton jihadists outside the city. It is not difficult to escape, but this means that he chooses In order to give up his own people, give up those civilians hiding behind the Nuer Army, give up their duties, just to survive.

So, how to choose?

"Yes, the Chaos Army will win, and we are doomed to fail." Frederick smiled, and he clenched the rune teeth in his hand. The young baron was like a young and energetic lion, facing towards All the Nuer soldiers present said: "Soldiers, there is bad news. The enemy is five times ours!"

Nuerjun was silent immediately.

"But there is good news, I still have ten bullets!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!" The Nuer people burst into laughter, what a typical Nuer joke, we like it!

Frederick walked in the line of the big swordsman, and the baron smiled and said, "Do you have confidence in your marksmanship?"

"Have!"

"That's it! Give me a shot!"

"Yes!" The Nuer army boiled again. The soldiers shouted Frederick's name, and seemed to have heard the noise here. A group of Pegasus knights above the sky crossed the city wall and flew towards this side.

"It's father! Father has come to support us!" Frederick's eyes lit up, and the headed Griffon Impris was carrying the seriously injured Ryan, and the Breton Marshal Francois behind him. , Kasson, Duke of Kacassong, Veronica, the female speaker, and a dozen holy grail knights came riding on a Pegasus.

"It's Ryan!"

"Lane is here! Ryan is here to kill!"

The Chaos Army saw the appearance of Ryan's deity, and retreated. Thousands of Chaos Army can charge against the steam cannon of Nur's steam tank, but they will flee directly when they see Ryan's arrival. Live shaking his head.

Chaos’ fear of Ryan was carved into his bones. There was news on the wall that Ryan would fight against the four Chaos Great Demons alone and kill the four Chaos Demons. This strength is against the sky.

"Dad!" Frederick ran in front of Ryan. The eldest son was so excited that he could not restrain himself, but he could only stand in front of Ryan and watch him shine. The obviously severely wounded body could scare thousands of Chaos Army. The father who turned around and ran away, Frederick’s unwillingness, admiration, jealousy, and admiration were mixed together. After thinking for a few seconds, he still knelt on one knee: "Dad, you are finally here, mom is waiting for you For a long time."

Ryan's complexion was a bit complicated and walked down under the support of Duke Casson and Veronica. He looked at Frederick's face blackened by gun smoke and war, his tattered burqa and cloak, and It is a shield with axe marks, and Daddy's voice fluctuates slightly: "You are dark and thin."

"Really?" Frederick only felt sore in his nose, but when his son gritted his teeth, he raised his head and looked directly at Ryan's face: "But his son felt better and stronger."

"The gods will be relegated to mortals, and he must first suffer from his will and his muscles and bones." Ryan's eyes flashed, and he nodded slightly, indicating to Frederick to get up: "You have fought well in the last few battles."

"That's all thanks to the support of the soldiers and soldiers, and the three armies have spent their lives." Frederick did not accept Ryan's praise.

The father and son looked at each other. The father squinted his eyes slightly, as if he was about to look at his eldest son again. The son was full of stubbornness, but he had to be overwhelmed by his father's momentum. He couldn't look directly at Ryan's gaze, so he could only lower his head slightly.

Veronica sighed softly, standing next to Ryan. The female speaker fought against Suria Emilia. Ryan’s eldest son and younger son knew a little bit about the fight. Frederick was not in Ryan since he was a child. Growing up around him, of course, the Nur people of the empire would never allow Frey to receive a knightly education by his side, which caused the father and son to have some fun.

Is Frederick convinced of his father?

It was convincing and not convincing. No matter whether he was prestige, strength, record, or skill, he couldn't compare with Ryan's father, and it was not inferior. It was a few levels worse. Frey had to be convinced. He was also in many things. Relying on Ryan's remaining power, he would not be so smooth without the support of his father.

There is not much to say about the question of dissatisfaction, you know.

The father and the son are restrained, awkward, but also frank.

The son will always become a man in the struggle with his father.

"Get ready, let's go to support the imperial palace." Ryan said towards Frederick.

"Just us?" Frederick opened his mouth wide. "Father, does your injury matter?"

"Where is there so much nonsense." Ryan looked into the distance of the palace, and the twin-tailed comet traversed the top of the imperial palace. The knight king had planned to say something, but he suddenly felt the whole world shake, endless magic. The wind is unlocked!

Maelstrom, was liberated!

"quick!"

…………I am the dividing line between father and son…………

Karl Franz leaned under the golden chain that used to hold the hammer Gail Malaz. The golden chain that used to hang the hammer is now empty. His whole body is blood, dying. His right arm was severed by Otto's sickle, and the steps were stained with blood.

The emperor suddenly realized that he had always overestimated his own strength.

His best friend Ryan Makado once "evaluated" Emperor Karl-Franz, saying that he was the political master of the empire since Ludwig, a genius in diplomacy, an emperor on a griffin, and an excellent military. Home, qualified duelist.

Karl-Franz is still very happy to receive such a high evaluation from Ryan, but he is also a little unhappy. Ryan's evaluation means very simple, that is, the emperor’s internal affairs is a leader in the world, and his diplomacy is also very strong, leading the troops. It's okay, but it is clear that the emperor's military management is better than generals, and will be slightly better than personal martial arts.

It wasn't until the emperor was beaten by Otto with the strength of the first level of the sanctuary that Otto directly lost his ability to resist, and Karl-Franz realized that he had always overestimated his strength, and he was invincible in duels. A large part of the strength of the unparalleled hammer blasting all comes from the sacred hammer Gail Malaz, this dwarf heirloom to the imperial heirloom artifact can increase the user's power by ten times, and it also provides 100% armor sunder Demon effect.

With Gail Malaz in hand, the emperor might still be able to fight with the three brothers Grote. Without the hammer, the emperor’s strength can only be said to be the same. He is a mortal after all. He realized that he He didn't have the power to fight against these mutants and those favored by the evil gods. The enemy was too powerful. He just pierced Gurit's body with the sword of Runefang, but there was no use for a fart, it was just a wound.

So who has the power to fight against the evil god?

What is everything that we have always insisted on?

The silver seal was gleaming, sustaining the emperor’s crumbling life. His remaining left arm was still holding the Dragon Tooth Sword firmly. He could only watch and watch Matak and the second brother of the Grote brothers fight. , Watching Deathclaw and Gurit fight together, watching Matak's two-headed griffin being dismembered by Otto, and the internal organs fell to the ground.

The chief wizard of the Empire Greg Matak and Ezerak had a magical duel. Compared with Gelt, Matak was far inferior in strength and resistance to chaos. His Amber The spear retreated in a row in front of Ezerac’s plague spell, and the wizard on the opposite side was much stronger than him. The good boy authorized by Nurgle was able to unscrupulously pull out a steady stream of magical power from the chaos realm and throw it straight at him. As the power of fear grew, Matak found a pustule on his forearm. He noticed that his cane was being twisted and deformed. Its heart was gradually corroding and began to resist him. Gradually transformed into freak freaks that drove the empire from Marienburg to Ostermark to destroy and breed crazily.

Matak was terrified. He quickly summoned a group of crows and then turned to escape. The yelling chief royal wizard of the Empire attracted a group of chaos warriors and beasts to chase him, but in any case, he escaped.

The emperor found himself not blaming Matak at all, he had done his best, had he not?

At the very moment, Marshal Rick Heilberg and Ivan, Duke of Griffin, arrived. Rick Guards, Griffin Riders, and less than 30 battle court guards who were responsible for guarding the palace made the final resistance.

The emperor saw that Duke Ivan, who was already over 120 years old, tried his best to fight Ezerak, and the Griffin True Silver Holy Sword lit up again and again.

The emperor saw Heilberg's beasts still fighting. The old man was obviously not Otto's opponent. He just relied on his blood and pure anger to fight to force Otto back, but the old man’s physical fitness was already exhausted. Failure is only a matter of time.

Deathclaw and Gurit fought together and fell into the Imperial Garden.

The emperor saw his guards, the Rick Guards, the proud Griffin Riders of the Empire, and the battle court guards, which symbolized the last guard of the palace, fell one by one, those familiar and unfamiliar faces, those one by one. Carl Franz couldn't help crying with a name that was once alive. He wanted to tell everyone that they were wrong and there was no way to defeat Chaos. What if they could defeat the three Grote brothers here? One-half of the empire has fallen, the chaos army is still rampant, the main force of the Eternal Gods election has not even moved, and the empire is still sinking in corruption.

Throughout his life, Karl-Franz has been training his subjects to make them understand that they must fight, they must never surrender, and the sword is the only one.

The emperor didn't know what else he could do to save his empire, he didn't know at all.

He struggled hard and tried to get up. There were already chaos champions who couldn’t wait to come up and harvest the emperor’s life. Ivan, Duke of Griffin, stopped in front of the emperor and fought hard, fighting hard against the three plagues of Ezerac. After the spell, Ivan finally became dull. Ezerak laughed and smashed the old duke’s head with his staff. The long plague spear pierced Ivan’s eye sockets, and Ivan pierced the true silver holy sword. Entering Ezerak’s shoulders to force him back, and then fell to the emperor’s side. He glanced at the emperor with the remaining eye: "Your Majesty...don’t give up...not yet, over...not yet, over ."

After that, the pupils of the old duke who has ruled the Griffin Knights for sixty years, the godfather of Ryan, gradually enlarged, and his clenched hands were loosened.

"Ivan!" Karl Franz called his name painfully, but he never got any response.

Similarly, Heilberg and Otto’s short duel also resulted in the outcome. How could the old coach be Otto’s opponent? With the arrival of his low physical strength, the old coach’s actions deformed, and Otto seized the opportunity to pull the sickle's front. The blade slashed down fiercely, and the evil curved edge deeply pierced Heilberg’s breastplate and split his body. With supernatural power, Otto lifted the sickle to height Heilberg’s body. Lifting it up and then throwing it out, the sickle slid the blood and tore his chest.

Heilberg also drew a long arc and fell to the emperor's side. Marshal Rick saw the emperor again, and the madness in the old man’s eyes gradually dissipated. He reached out and held the emperor’s left hand. , Clenched tightly, tightly, with the last trace of hope, Heilberg inhaled and exhaled: "Stand up, emperor, stand up, continue...fight, continue...fight."

Marshal Rick, who was burdened with countless infamy and assumed all responsibilities, looked at the emperor and waited for his answer.

"Then, fight." After a second, Karl Franz was no longer desperate. He slowly calmed down. Seeing Heilberg's urgent gaze, the emperor slowly nodded, but his tears couldn't stop streaming.

Heilberg finally showed a relieved expression, the light in Marshal Rick's eyes disappeared, and his body was completely limp, motionless and silent on the edge of the altar, and the armor was soaked in blood.

All the glory, all the sins, and all the pains disappeared with Heilberg's passing, Heilberg's mouth finally showed a smile, and the months of torture was over, and he was liberated.

Karl Franz struggled to get up, holding Runefang in one arm, and the wound on his right shoulder was still dripping blood.

Yes, the Chaos Army will win, and we are doomed to lose.

But so what? Have we ever been scared once? I will fight Chaos to the end! I will dedicate everything I have to this battle between good and evil, and I will tell Chaos, do you want this city?

Then ask if I agree or not!

I am the country, I am the world!

empire? I am an empire!

Do you want to defeat my empire?

Then step on my corpse! ! !

"Don't these Nanks know what failure is?" Big brother Otto looked at the Nanao emperor like Xiaoqiang, with an expression of boredom on his face: "Nanco, cowardly servant of God, listen to this fact: human The rule is over."

"At least……"

"Um?"

"At least, I still have the sword of dragon teeth!!!"

Under the golden sacred glory of the Sacred Hammer Hall, the one-armed emperor launched the final charge.

Otto immediately swung the plague sickle, and as his muscles and tendons were torn apart, a long blood mark swayed in front of the altar.

The emperor broke both arms.

Otto flew a kick, and Karl Franz fell again in front of the altar in the Hall of the Hammer, breathing heavily, looking at the three Grote brothers in front of him.

Otto broke off the fingers of the emperor's left arm, picked up the Rune Fang, waved a triumphant roar, and then, like a conqueror, raised the Dragon Tooth Sword and easily sent it into the emperor's chest.

Everything in the Hall of the Hammer came to a halt, and the sound of the sword's blade penetrating the flesh and blood sounded.

A lifetime of hard work, countless battles since he became the throne, and every possible effort, Karl Franz, the Emperor of the Empire, the Elector, the Grand Prince of Rick, the Grand Duke of Brunswick, the bearer of the Silver Seal and The holder of the Rune Fang, the heir to Charlemagne's all sacred heritage from the sea to the border mountains, finally stopped breathing.

The emperor is dead.