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Big drops of tears rolled down Frey Derick's face. The baron nodded and galloped away. Although the green-skinned creatures were unhappy, they did not stop him.
What no one knew was that Frey Derick did not intend to escape. Instead, the baron headed straight for the east.
Face to face, Karl-franz and Vogaz Ironjaw studied each other for a few seconds. All the fighting around them seemed to have stopped. An unnatural silence descended on the battlefield. All eyes were on the two warriors.
"What kind of emperor is this? Come here, I'll tear off your hood. I'll slap your face! "
"Filthy bastard, go back to your evil land. This is the sacred Empire!"
They would fight for the championship here.
The winner would win this war, while the loser would become a footnote in history.
The divine hammer in the emperor's hand, Gail Maraz, burned fiercely. The silver seal on his chest shone brightly.
Vogaz Ironjaw's axe was taller than Karl-franz. It was surrounded by a mysterious green force field. It was this force field that rendered Gail's Ultimate Alchemy ineffective. The emperor could not help but wonder what this mysterious green force field was.
That split second of distraction allowed Worgaz – Ironjaw to pounce on its enemy with incredible agility. Compared to its enormous height, its footwork was unbelievably nimble. With a loud roar, it swung its huge battle axe down, vowing to split the Emperor in half with a single strike!
The emperor, who was only a high-Legendary-level, had to face a high-Saint green-skinned warlord. He could only rely on his early training in the military academy and his remaining instincts from his military service to fight against Vogaz Ironjaw. The emperor raised his shield and blocked the warlord's giant axe. The immense force from the shield made Karl-franz groan inwardly. The emperor knew very well that if not for the divine hammer, Gail Maraz, which could increase his strength tenfold, this would have been enough to kill him!
Gail Maraz was so powerful. Among the past emperors of the Empire, as long as their martial strength was passable, they would often have the ability to fight across an entire level when they picked up this divine hammer.
The shield made of fine iron and branded with dwarven runes still shattered. The remaining force was enough to make Karl-franz's body tilt uncontrollably. It seemed that the Emperor was wide open. The warlord could not help but be delighted. It immediately stepped forward and raised its shield, ready to bash the Emperor in the face!
However, Gail Maraz had given the Emperor an unparalleled boost in strength. He took advantage of the momentum just now and allowed his body to retreat. Then, he held the warhammer tightly with both hands and let the warhammer swing down beautifully, smashing it into the warlord's face. The power of this blow made the warlord howl in pain. Its entire face was completely deformed. Its green muscles rippled back and forth like ripples. Six teeth flew out of its mouth, including a large fang!
This blow used up all the strength in the Emperor's body. He took the opportunity to widen the distance between him and the warlord. The warlord touched its smashed face and sensed that it had lost a few teeth. Its most primitive instinct in the past was even more ferocious as it rushed over to kill.
The battle began again. This time, both sides did not hold back. The divine hammer Gail Maraz in the Emperor's hand was extremely powerful and violent, as if the Emperor had returned to the human world. The warlord's axe also seemed to have received the guidance of Brother What. It attacked the Emperor's elbow everywhere without stopping for a moment. Everyone stopped fighting and watched the battle of the champions. This was the custom of very few green skin and humans. The Emperor's figure was like a golden light that flickered, while the warlord's figure was like a dark green fog that was extremely oppressive.
"Clang!" Seven minutes later, the Emperor was the first to be unable to hold on. He panted heavily and felt that his arms were as heavy as two pieces of iron ingots. His forehead first sweated, then it stopped sweating, and then it started sweating. Many parts of his body were emitting violent alarms. In the face of the warlord's attack, even the slightest touch was enough to leave a bowl-sized bruise on Karl-franz's body.
After all, he was a mortal.
The Emperor began to be unable to hold on. It went from a fifty-fifty to a thirty-seventy. Then, it became eight attacks from the warlord and he could only fight back twice. Then, it became ten attacks and he could only fight back once. The more the green skin fought, the braver it became. The Emperor retreated as he fought.
From birth until now, Karl-franz had never hated himself so much for being weak. His senses gradually dulled, his body gradually became numb, and his strength left him. The torn organs in his body filled his mouth with the taste of rust.
Was it over just like that?
The Emperor was hit by an axe. The Divine Hammer helped him block the blade of the axe, but it did not help him block the terrifying power. He fell and fell to the ground a few meters away. He almost subconsciously turned over, but he could no longer stand up. He could only kneel on one knee.
At the last moment of his life, a few questions suddenly appeared in Karl-franz's mind.
He did not understand. Why did he lose?
Why? Was it because the Empire's army was not enough? Was it because the Empire's technology was not advanced enough? Was it because the warriors of the Empire were not brave enough?
It did not make sense. More than two thousand years ago, at the Black Fire Pass, the allied army of the twelve tribes led by Charlemagne only had a total of less than twenty thousand people. We have more than forty thousand people!
At that time, humans drank raw meat and drank blood, slash-and-burn farming. Other than the few weapons and equipment of the dwarves, most people only had cloth armor and leather armor. Some even fought bare-chested. Most people did not even have a hard bow. Now, the Empire's army was fully equipped. There were guns, cannons, and even steam tanks.
Was it because there were too many green skin? No, the scale of the green skin back then was much larger than here!
But why, why did we lose here?
The Emperor looked at the warlord who was walking over quickly and taking out a scimitar to cut off his head. He suddenly understood.
Because we lost our faith, our race lost their courage, and our culture had problems in our long history. Since when did humans only know how to rely on guns and cannons to fight? Since when did we lose our courage? That group of barbarians who looked down on the world disappeared from the old world and became a country that was always beaten, divided, and mocked?
Civilization had given humans too many benefits, but barbarians always won against civilization.
Why?
A few steps away, the green skin warlord's muscles were like a mountain. The sun shone on his face. Vogaz Ironjaw laughed maniacally and strode forward. Seeing this scene, the Empire's army burst into tears.
The Emperor wanted to calmly accept his end, but he realized that he could not do so.
Therefore, the Emperor could only force himself to continue thinking.
Was it because barbarians were destined to win against civilization, or was civilization losing to barbarians because it kept regressing?
Also, why did humans look down on green skin? Did arrogance and prejudice destroy the aggressive spirit of the Empire's people?
If I can regain the aggressive spirit of a challenger, if I can be as strong as Charlemagne, I will definitely be able to defeat the enemy, save my country, my people, just like two thousand years ago!
After twenty to thirty years, the Emperor once again sincerely prayed to the human god.
The great Charlemagne, the founder of the Empire, the savior, the Goblin Killer, the King of Carolin, the Hammer of Heroes, the Uniter and Unifier of Humans.
Please give me the strength to continue fighting.
If you still love your people, if you still love your Empire.
Please give me the strength!
In the sky, thunder exploded. A dazzling golden light tore through the clouds in the sky.
This change did not attract the attention of the crowd. Only the Emperor himself suddenly felt that some supreme existence had answered his prayer. For the first time in fifty years, it seriously answered his prayer.
The Emperor's thoughts before his death were truthfully transmitted to the supreme existence. He praised his successor for finally seeing through the essence of things.
In the past two thousand years, the supreme existence had received countless such prayers.
This time, due to the extreme instability of the great whirlpool caused by the violent wind of chaos and the failure of the great guardian, he was finally able to respond to his believers.
This time, the Emperor's sincere prayer was not ignored.
Just as the warlord was about to raise his butcher's knife, the Emperor suddenly felt a chill all over his body. Powerful, golden lightning power surged into the Emperor's body from the handle of Gail Maraz's hammer. Karl-franz did not understand why all of this was happening. He no longer felt tired. On the contrary, in his limbs and bones, endless divine power enveloped the Emperor. Some supreme existence had bestowed power to him.
"Hmm?" The green-skinned warlord was stunned. He stared blankly at the Emperor, only to see Karl-franz's appearance change in the warlord's eyes. He was a young man with messy brown hair. His face was painted, wild and full of vitality. He was only wearing underpants. Next, he was an extremely brave middle-aged man. He was like an ancient war god standing among hundreds of thousands of spiky young men. No one could stop him.
Why was this hammer-wielding warlord …
After a while, Karl-franz's appearance changed to that of an old man. His sideburns were slightly white. He was like an old dragon lying down, full of wisdom and dignity. He did not say a word, but his throne was high up in the temple, suppressing thousands of soldiers and horses.
“？？？” Worgaz Ironjaw was dumbfounded. The green-skinned warlord looked on in confusion. Then, the Emperor's appearance changed again. This time, a barbarian appeared in front of him. He was holding Gail Maraz. His muscles were bulging and full of strength. He was only slightly taller than Karl-franz, but his aura was worlds apart. He was like a giant, stronger and more barbaric.
"What a waste of my work …" The green-skinned warlord subconsciously wanted to mock him, but when he saw the barbarian's face, his words stopped abruptly.
That was an image engraved deep in the green-skinned DNA. More than two thousand years ago, it was this barbarian. He was with a group of barbarians and the bearded man. The memories in the depths of his soul were awakened. It was exactly the same. That warhammer, everything was exactly the same.
Before this barbarian, the Old World was the green-skinned's paradise. The powerful barbarian tribes defeated the Beastmen in war, conquered the vast and rich plains, and drove them to the desolate and dilapidated mountains.
"No! No! No! You're not him. You're not! " The warlord retreated in fear. He had never experienced such a level of fear in his life. Worgaz Ironjaw subconsciously retreated. He was frightened.
"Go back to where you belong, disgusting green-skinned fellow!" Karl-franz spat out the ancient Carolinian language. Golden lightning shot out from the Emperor's eyes. He rose again, and Gail Maraz burned fiercely.
At this moment, on the battlefield, under everyone's gaze, Karl-franz broke through the Legendary barrier and advanced to the Sanctuary-level.
The Emperor, who had been stagnant at the Advanced Legendary level for more than ten years, broke through instantly.
The golden halo around him swept across the surroundings dazzlingly. It was as if the entire Blackfire Pass was shrouded in a radiant curtain. The flames on his two tails wrapped around him. His aura was flourishing, and his fighting spirit was high.
It's him! It's him! It's him! It's that barbarian! The warlord's soul trembled under the Emperor's radiant figure. He kept trying to retreat. That was the fear in the depths of his DNA. Before his appearance, the green-skinned creature had never suffered such a failure.
In an instant, the situation was reversed. Karl-franz felt his power. He let his mysterious instinct drive his attack. Gail Maraz shone with the same indescribable radiance. The hammer smashed down, and the green-skinned warlord's armor was instantly blown to pieces. Then the Emperor raised his war hammer, and a golden lightning shot down from the sky, blasting the warlord to the ground.
In just five seconds, Karl-franz felt that this mysterious power was quickly disappearing. In the illusion, a majestic figure in golden armor and golden robes smiled at him, and then returned to where he was supposed to be.
"Long live the Empire!" The Emperor roared. He grabbed the tail of his power, gathered his last bit of strength, and swung his war hammer. This time, he sincerely shouted the name of the supreme being.
"For Charlemagne! For the Empire! "
The flames of the two-tailed comet on Gail Maraz's hammer rushed forward, and the hammer smashed into Vogaz Ironjaw's head.
The warlord's skull shattered, and his brain splattered all over Karl-franz.
"You … are not … him!" The warlord uttered his last words.
"I am Karl-franz! Many people like to call me the Emperor! "
The warlord fell.
The green-skinned creatures panicked. The black orcs were stunned. The big bosses fled in fear after seeing the Emperor's illusion. With the fall of the green-skinned warlord, the green-skinned army was leaderless. They began to fall into chaos. Some black orc leaders and green-skinned warlords tried to take over the command, but it obviously took time.
At this moment, Karl-franz suddenly felt something. He looked to the east.
A deep and majestic horn sounded from the east. Heavy and orderly footsteps were accompanied by a golden throne that entered the battlefield. Four dwarven warriors used shields to carry the throne. Behind the throne were thousands of Eternal Guards and even more dwarven troops.
Frey Derick rode the pure-blooded elven warhorse Voltaire and stood beside the throne. He said to the Supreme King on the throne, "Your Majesty, look! I promised you that Godfather and the rest did not lose! They are still fighting alone! "
"The humans and dwarves will fight together, just like more than two thousand years ago! They fought well. Now it's our turn. " The Supreme King Solgrin raised Grimnir's axe and nodded calmly. "Dwarves!"
"Yes!" A thunderous response echoed in the Black Fire Pass.
"Go and support our allies! For Granny, for Karlaz-a-Karlak! "
"Forward!"
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