Now the battlefield outside the city has turned into a slaughterhouse of flesh and blood. Facing the appearance of four chaotic demon armies, the chivalry army suffered heavy losses, and orders were passed to Sulia one after another.
"Marshal Berhemond cannot continue to advance, please retreat!"
"More than half of the knights of the Principality of Berlion have been lost!"
"Mouthilon Coldstream Guards has lost more than half!"
"All Le-Angouleant marines have been killed!"
"Marshal Amanric is in trouble and asks for reinforcements!"
"The Norscan Ironmane Legion has been routed!"
"The wood elves are in defeat."
"Lord Julian, the Holy Grail, died in battle!"
"Lord Great Holy Grail Turas died in battle!"
"News from Beria, General Meretskov is seriously injured, Kislev's army needs to reorganize!"
"His Excellency Leofric, Duke of Carcassonne, expressed that he could no longer hold on!"
News came to Sulia one after another. The Knight Queen kept giving new orders. The Old Guards guarded her, and behind her, teams after teams of reserve teams and dwarf legions were still there.
Continuously entering the battlefield.
"Megazord,power
Up!" Not far away, the dwarf colossus has entered the battle. Under the operation of the engineer, the dwarf war colossus and the Nurgle war beast hugged each other. The long nose of the chaos mammoth fell on the waist of the dwarf colossus, blasting out a stream of sparks.
, the chest of the Dwarf War Colossus opens
, a series of Hellstorm rocket launchers blew all the Norscans on the Chaos Mammoth into the sky, and then knocked the Chaos Mammoth over with a punch. The giant ax cut open the belly of the war beast, and the beast's blood flowed all over the ground. The palm of the giant statue
Breathing out flames, they cooked group after group of Yankees.
In the center of the battlefield, Ryan is fighting against the three ultimate demons and their power on his own.
Anglath-The Unchained opens and closes his ax widely. Behind it, there is a boundless sea of blood, gushing flames, and a brass fortress looming. Khorne demons are constantly joining the battlefield to fight against the Gray Knights.
Shalashi-Demonic Calamity'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 Slaanesh, with a mask on its face.
Everyone in the mask cheered each other. The Slaanesh demon with eight arms and eight necks was tied in the center of the hall. A group of people took food from it. The ground was covered with turbid wine, and the strong fishy smell stimulated the appetites of mortals.
Mouth and nose.
Rotigos is holding a boxwood branch. Behind it, bright red, blue, yellow and purple flowers pierce the gloomy atmosphere. A paradise of joy is spread among the melancholy forest scenery. Digging and running animals
Each insect has a brightly patterned carapace and shining wings. The insects fly briskly along the long embankment of the slow and turbid river. Amidst the rustling sound of the reeds, the children of the loving father continue to enter the battlefield.
At the center of the battlefield is a pure white world. Ryan is fighting against Angras and Shalaxi Demon Calamity alone. Veins are popping out on the original body's head. Around him, there are a total of 55 legendary Gray Knights.
They fight side by side,
On the white marble floor, the flawless white clouds, and the deep blue sky, they fought side by side with the original body, killing all the chaos demons coming from three sides, leaving behind the filthy chaotic energy in the air.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
The momentum like a wave swept across the earth, and no one could stop it.
"Hahahaha, isn't that the festering heart of a loving father? Come on, I will defeat you again!"
"Guan Geer, once again, we are face to face!"
"Andre, the betrayer and subordinate of the Prince of Darkness, are you ready to be exiled by me again?"
One after another, the tall and majestic Gray Knight heroes laughed and rushed towards one of the enemies, bursting out with overwhelming fighting spirit. Upon discovering the enemy, they immediately came forward with fearless courage.
Janus, the supreme master of the first generation of Gray Knights, held a huge psychic sword, which immediately burst out with bright light among the Chaos Demons. In an instant, he tore apart a dozen Chaos Steel Bull Riders who were besieging him and turned them into pieces.
The light rain disappeared.
However, such bravery did not make people retreat, but attracted more people to attack him.
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god, skull sacrifice to the skull throne!"
"Nurgle is love! Nurgle is life! All things will eventually decay, only Nurgle will last forever!"
"Sex is lust, sin is suffering, all filth! Desire and desire!"
Three armies of Chaos attacked, and their power alone was enough to destroy an entire country. However, they were stopped by Ryan. The original body of the Gray Knight not only blocked the three ultimate demons, but also blocked their attacks.
Chaos Demon Army, this is already a miracle,
Just at the door of the three ancient spire gates, four energies are entangled together, the red and black that symbolizes Angras, the gold and silver that symbolizes Ryan, the deep purple that symbolizes the Shalaxi Demonic Disaster, and a little further away
Not melee at all, the yellow-brown color that symbolizes Rotigos.
The power of destruction never stops and has no limits. This is no longer a battle for mortals, and even mortals have no right to participate.
Outside the city, the pressure on the three Groat brothers was greatly reduced after receiving support from the Chaos Behemoths and the Four Ultimate Demons. The three Groat brothers kept their father's orders in mind, and they left about one-third of the
The troops continued to struggle with the Chivalry Crusaders outside the city, and the remaining troops entered the city. They vowed to dedicate Brunswick and Charlemagne's throne to their loving father.
Gotrit-Spitter personally led the Minotaur Chapter, the Nurgle Warrior Chapter, the Norscan Champion Warrior Chapter, and the Human-Wolf Chapter to advance, with a force as strong as a tidal wave on a half-mile-long front.
Battlefield storms the Imperial lines. Chaos Knights
It broke through the forest of spears in an explosive storm of broken blades, slashing the imperial soldiers with jagged lances and enchanted blades. The dragon demon fiercely attacked the halberdiers who came to intercept, and strange lightning streaked across the scaly skin, making chaotic crackling sounds.
There was a loud noise, knocking out the soldiers on both sides.
The North Gate and the West Gate of Brunswick have been lost, and only the East Gate and the South Gate, which were supported by the Brittanian Jihad Army, were saved.
Within the city, Marshal Rick Heilberg is commanding about 3,000 imperial soldiers fighting in the streets. Among them are elite Rick guards, as well as temporary recruits. The battle has lasted for several days.
hours, many soldiers
They were too tired to stand up. The noise of war was raging in the storm. Heilberg glanced at the mutilated, depressed, and sweat-stained faces of the soldiers around him. The pain in his heart resurrected. They are the kindest and most loyal soldiers who serve the motherland.
Holy and the family fight for survival.
Of course, Helberg 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, Helberg was certainly grateful to the Bretons.
With assistance, perhaps the two sides can work together to defeat Nurgle's army, at least defend the capital, and then clean up the enemies in the empire step by step.
From the very beginning of the emergence of the Chivalry Crusade, Helberg tried to join forces with Lane's army. However, all efforts failed. The soldiers could not leave the city wall, otherwise they would be torn apart like rags by the Yankees.
, the knightly army fell into a quagmire after exhausting its charge, and was still far away from the city wall.
Heilberg made his most effective effort. He managed to concentrate 4,000 heavy cavalry in Brunswick City. While the Chaos army was shaken by the Bretons, he secretly opened the city gate and launched a charge. This time
The charge was successful, but just as Heilberg was trying to achieve further results, the Chaos War Mammoth herd, the Chaos Behemoth herd, and the appearance of the four ultimate giant demons and their Chaos Demon Army from the north caused Helberg to be captured.
Forced to retreat.
In the end, less than 2,000 heavy cavalry successfully retreated into the city.
Marshal Rick is exhausted and has nothing to do.
From a strategic and tactical perspective, all of Heilberg's efforts were successful.
The city walls of Brunswick were like a sponge, absorbing the power of the Chaos army and limiting the power of the Yankees.
The soldiers resisted layer by layer according to Heilberg's design, causing the battlefield to fall into a tug-of-war.
This charge at the critical moment also defeated part of the Gotrit troops at the North Gate, the Reik Guards, more than a dozen Imperial Knights, and the entire half-Gryphon Knights of the Griffin Knights. They even used grenades to attack the North Gate.
The tower was blown to pieces, the trebuchets were blown to pieces, and the Yankees who could not stand the test were swept away.
Yes, all our efforts were successful and all our dreams were realized.
In the end, Heilberg found that he was still powerless. Less than half of the more than 100,000 people under his command were still alive, and less than half of the living people could stand up and fight. His enemy's reinforcements were already there.
Gathering at the edge of the forest, they stepped out of the shadows and lined up along the northern horizon. Their numbers seemed endless. Whenever one battle group was destroyed, three more would take their place.
At the same time, Helberg also saw the battle between Ryan and the three-headed ultimate devil. He was deeply shocked by the power of the King of Knights. What a supreme power it was, but even a fool could see that Ryan's mind was fighting against the world at the same time.
How strenuous is the erosion of the three chaotic worlds? On the battlefield outside the city, the Chivalry Crusade has even begun to show signs of retreat. The Chaos Demon is simply too powerful.
what to do?
The old man smiled bitterly, he really tried his best, tried his best, and he was ready to face death.
Are there any other reinforcements? Helberg actually smiled, and the old commander tried to convince himself comically that there might be other reinforcements? Will the dwarves from the Rooftop Mountains come to support them? The elves from Ulthuan? Or Middenheim?
?Aveheim?Eight Peaks Mountain?
"My marshal, look!" At this moment, Griffin Duke Ivan shouted towards Helberg.
"Look? What are you looking at? Just more Yankees." Heilberg said casually, if today is the end of Brunswick, 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 toward the east.
The old commander opened his mouth wide. Teams formed one giant square after another. The troops in black and red armor were advancing. The family crest of the black bat-winged monster on the red background felt familiar. These silent troops neither
There was no mutation in the roar, they were just moving forward. In the gaps between the queues, some larger and more terrifying guys appeared, looming in the forest, and they were on their way to join the battlefield.
"That's..." Heilberg not only trembled, he thought of the nearly year-long war in the Golden Fortress, he thought of the key support during the Battle of Heffengen, and he thought of the living and the dead fighting side by side.
During the war, he remembered...
"Dear Marshal Rick." A noble, elegant, and aloof voice sounded from about thirty to forty meters away from Heilberg. Along with a burst of terrifying coldness, he recognized a food store standing in
The fallen prince in the ruins, wearing a blood-red battle armor, riding a skeleton horse, saw Heilberg and noticed him, the army of death, the elector of Sylvania, the blood of von Carstein
Vlad von Carstein
He politely saluted Heilberg with an extremely standard imperial court etiquette that could be called a textbook. He seemed to be very happy that Helberg was willing to listen to him. His voice seemed extremely happy, even though Helberg was very suspicious of the undead.
Can you be so emotional: "Sir, my letter has been delivered to you accurately, but you have not given me an accurate reply. I think it is time to give a beautiful speech."
"Von Carstein, are you really still alive?" Heilberg roared.
"I? I have always been alive. Of course, I have probably died... 5000 years?" Vlad's handsome face showed a smile: "I want to discuss history with you. I have a lot of time to accompany you, but I
It seems as if your army and your city don't have that much time left."
"Of course, while you stood by and watched, my soldiers sacrificed their lives to defend this city, while you were hiding in the darkness." Heilberg yelled in a persuasive manner: "Where are your people?"
"Of course I am happy to participate in this war. If you need it, I will also go to help the Sun King and add a sword to his duel with the Chaos Demon, but in what name?"
Ladd smiled and said: "I am waiting for your answer."
Helberg's face suddenly turned pale. The old handsome man's face first turned red with anger, then black with embarrassment, then green with embarrassment, and finally pale with helplessness. He opened his mouth and spit out something he couldn't believe.
Words: "So be it."
"What's this like?" Vlad could feel amazing joy.
"Commander... I promise you! I agree to your request, that's enough!" Heilberg shouted desperately in the extremely shocked eyes of the surrounding imperial troops.
"That's right!" Vlad couldn't help but applaud, and the Death Army said with satisfaction: "If the main material world is replaced by pure chaos, then what's the point of our fight? Now is the moment to save the nation, what do you do?
You made the right choice, my marshal, I am very pleased."
"That's enough! Come here, kneel down!" Helberg shouted: "Kneel down in front of me, hurry up, don't make me regret it!"
Vlad was stunned for a moment, and the Lord of Death showed a hurt expression on his face, but then he realized something. The Death Army walked up to Helberg and knelt down on one knee.
The Rune Fang pressed on Vlad's shoulder, and Helberg's face showed a hint of joy for revenge, but was immediately enveloped in deep sorrow, and the old commander's voice sounded: "I will serve as the leader of Charlemagne's empire.
Regent and wielding the power of the Talisman Sword, I hereby declare that Vlad von Carstein of Sylvania, under desperate circumstances, you are the elector of Sylvania!"
"I grant you the title not because I want you to kill me, but because I want you to remember that you must be loyal to the country."
"I grant this land to you not because I want you to make a profit, but because I want you to remember your noble status."
"Now, I grant you my supreme trust, von Carstein. What you will receive is not only supreme power and status, but also irreplaceable responsibility!"
"May you and your bloodline fight for the survival of the empire!"
"I promise." Vlad couldn't hide the joy on his face. The Lord of Death saluted respectfully, indicating that he accepted the canonization. He couldn't help playing with the ring of von Carstein. The Lord of Death was in the imperial army.
He stood up with disbelieving eyes, laughed happily, and sent a signal towards the outside of the city.
Now, everyone is a compatriot in the empire.
The three brothers of the Maggot Cavalry heard footsteps in the forest to the east. It seemed that thousands of heavily armored troops were moving. Broben, the second of the three brothers of the Maggot Cavalry, hurriedly rode on his own
The mount Bile Carrier, a pox maggot beast, led the Brass Fortress Evil Legion to the edge of the forest and said vaguely: "You are late, you stinky idiots of the Demonic Bird God, hurry up and prepare."
Let’s go on a killing spree!”
"Hurry up, shout the slogans, beat the drums, let the Yankees know we are coming!"
There was still no reply from the forest, only three people came out.
The leader is a Nicohara Lich, wearing a crown and holding a staff, with blue flames burning in his empty eyes.
The second one is covered in baroque red cursed armor, holding a huge black axe, and is tall. It is already choosing its opponent.
The third person is more human-like. He has long, sticky white hair parted in the middle, a wrinkled face and an eyepatch. He is wearing a captain's uniform. He holds a scimitar in one hand and a blunderbuss in the other. His head is shaking like a nervous wreck.
Non-stop: "I'm telling you, don't be dissatisfied. Blood Dragon's father is his father. He only eats and drinks all day long, nothing else~"
Rotten Breeder Broben: "???"
There was no time for the children of Nurgle to be shocked. When they came to their senses, the Silent Legion rushed out of the forest and charged towards the three brothers of the Maggot Riders.
"Fight, descendants of Nagash!" Lich King Arkhan looked at these chaotic unclean things with hatred. Behind him, heavily armored undead legions filed out one after another.
"We come to destroy the final gift of the dark gods!"