"Without your god, you are nothing, my Archbishop!"
Manfred's fist landed on Vikmar's face, causing the archbishop's face to bleed profusely. Without the enhancement of God's Blessing and the power of the twin-tailed comet, Vikmar was now just an ordinary Sanctuary-level warrior. Furthermore, he did not have any special abilities or unique combat skills. In terms of physical fitness, he was no match for Manfred, let alone now that he was seriously injured.
"Cursed undead, you will never win against the people of the Empire!" Vicmar was slammed into the wall. The walls of Dunkenhoff Castle were smashed into pieces, and a few broken bricks fell down. The Archbishop spat out a mouthful of blood. He had never felt so weak before. The Archbishop continued to curse.
Impossible! That's impossible! Even in the chaotic wasteland, the power of the gods is impossible!
Vickmar attacked Man Frey with his eyes!
The effect was average!
Man Frey's happiness level increased!
"Hahahahaha!" Man Frey was really happy. The last vampire count clapped his hands.
This was the result of his decades of operation. In Sylvania, Man Frey used a series of magic circles and the power of the Nagash Nine Scrolls to isolate most of the passages from the outside world. Here, the wind of death reigned supreme, and the corruption of vampires was prevalent. If any wizard tried to use other magic, they would be greatly suppressed.
Of course, the wind of death was the result of Man Frey's accumulation for hundreds of years, and every time he used it, it would be depleted. This was why Man Frey chose to fight Vickmar head-on instead of using magic spells.
"You must thank your great alchemist!" Man Frey grabbed Vickmar's head and smashed it towards a stone statue. When Vickmar's head collided with the statue, the first thing to break was the statue. It was a vampire statue that was carefully designed and made by Vlad Von Karstein. Taking advantage of this rare opportunity, Man Baldy humiliated Vickmar, who was once his greatest enemy, "If it wasn't for him, you might have had a chance, hahaha ~"
Gelt's Great Wall of Faith defeated the undead in one move, and it also made Man Frey retreat. Under the Empire's Double-Headed Eagle War Flag, he tasted another defeat. However, Luo Jia's most powerful divine spell also used up all the remaining power of faith in Sylvania. This thin power was already used to save the Holy War Army, so Vickmar naturally couldn't feel any more power of faith.
"Even if … Even if I don't have faith, at least I still have …" The Archbishop groaned in pain, "At least I still have myself …"
"Yourself? Are you going to hit me with your head in this state?" Man Frey laughed maniacally.
In the next second, Vickmar suddenly rolled, and the Archbishop's body shot out like a cannonball, smashing into Man Baldy's face!
"Ugh!" Man Frey was hit by this headbutt, and the Vampire Earl's nose was broken on the spot, and one of his teeth was knocked out.
"Without faith, I still have these old bones!" Vickmar now looked more like an old man than ever before. The Archbishop let himself fall into the dust, and he looked at Man Frey's sorry state and laughed. Although his head hurt more and he was bleeding in a few places, Vickmar was satisfied to see Man Frey in a sorry state for a while.
"Heh, heh, heh, heh," Manfred thought the old man was crazy. The vampire earl wiped the blood off his face and was about to say something when Akerhan's impatient voice sounded. "My vampire earl, can you be quiet? I'm busy. "
"Alright ~" Man Frey felt that he had played enough. He grabbed Vickmar's battered body and opened his mouth, revealing his sharp vampire fangs.
"Charlemagne's divine blood, I have obtained it!"
After an unknown period of time, Vickmar woke up from the chaos. The Archbishop found himself chained to the wall, and there were eight prisoners around him. He recognized many of them, such as Lupio Blaze, the captain of the Knights of the Sun who was captured with him, and Isabella, the Archbishop of the Church of the Goddess of War who had been missing for a long time.
Every shackle was fixed to a large black iron chanting platform, and nine of the platforms were placed with Nagash's nine scrolls.
These great works of great disaster were gathered together, and the humid air in the room resonated with their almost uncontrollable power. A jagged crown sat in the middle of the room, and although the jewels on the crown did not reflect any light, they still sparkled in the darkness.
It was Nagash's Witchcraft Crown! Vickmar opened his eyes wide.
Man Frey and Akerhan seemed to have gone out because of something.
There was still a chance! The Archbishop's hopeless heart was ignited with the fire of hope.
There was still a chance. If he could take back the Sorcerer's Crown, escape from Sylvania, and return to Brunswick, he would still have a chance to wash away his humiliation and gather an even larger army of holy warriors to make a comeback!
There was still a chance, Vickmar thought to himself. His eyes were blurred due to the pain, but he still stared at the monsters who imprisoned him. Unfortunately, only a beautiful Elven girl was awake. Her once radiant blonde hair was tangled with blood and filth. Seeing Vickmar, the Elven girl sighed. "You shouldn't have come, my Archbishop."
"I had to come, Elven!" Vickmar subconsciously wanted to refute the Elven girl's words, but the Archbishop immediately realized that he did not have the right to say such things, so he quickly said, "Listen, Elven, we have to find a way to escape!"
The Elven girl looked at Vickmar as if she was looking at an idiot.
Vickmar suddenly felt a piercing sense of humiliation.
It should not be like this!
Kaslan was dead, but what about Esme the Third? What about Aldous Frey? What about Marius and Gelt?
Where did they and their army go? "he asked.
"I have to regroup my troops," Vickmar said weakly. The Archbishop recognized the Elven girl.
Alissanda, the Eternal Queen. She had been captured for more than a year. Gao Jing had even mobilized almost all the legendary heroes and elites to save her, but in the end, it was all in vain.
The archbishop's body and mind fell into even deeper despair.
At the same time, at the border of Sylvania, Man Frey and Akerman were discussing.
The nine offerings were all present, but the resurrection of Nagash still lacked two crucial things.
The Staff of Nagash in La Mesenelle Abbey, and the Armor of Nagash in Heldenheimer Castle, the headquarters of the Knights Templar in Ivy Hill.
The two undead leaders split up. Man Frey went to deal with the Armor of Nagash, and Akerman went to deal with the Staff of Nagash.
"But how do we get out?" Man Frey looked at the golden Great Wall of Faith in the distance.
"Use this, Lemia's Gift." Akerman took out a tube of sealed blood. Even though it was heavily sealed, the blood still boiled and released its own power, "This is Nefrata's gift. She and Gul collected it during the battle at the Gate of Valaya, the blood of the Sun Wang Laing."
"Tsk tsk tsk! Why didn't you take out such a good thing earlier? "Man Frey clicked his tongue in wonder.
"It's enough to completely melt your body and soul," Akerman sneered, "and you'll truly become history."
Man Frey fell silent.
Laing's blood was the key to the Great Wall of Faith through Roga.
However, very few people noticed that Baron Hal Harriss behind Man Frey saw Akerman use Laing's blood, and an imperceptible smile flashed across his face.
Everything was going according to plan.
… I'm the division line where I have to regroup my troops …
Everything in the world was collapsing. The roars of the horned rats could be heard even in Brittany's Lake God's sleep.
Devonshire could vaguely sense a powerful force rising in the Fontainebleau Palace. The baron knew that it was the power of his father, Laing. His father was trying to become a demigod, while his mother was trying to reach the pinnacle of the divine realm. However, the Knight King still needed time to wait for the return of their king and queen.
The Holy War Army that was preparing to save Estalia was slowly gathering, but the arguments of the bureaucrats and the nobles greatly delayed the army's response.
Among the bureaucrats, the Financial Minister Vincent, the Foreign Affairs Minister Talleyrand, and Berliat were the most vehement in their opposition.
Devonshire could understand why. The nobles and knights wanted the royal court to provide the money and manpower so that they could annex Estalia's land.
However, Estalia was huge, so huge that it was difficult to manage.
How big was Estalia?
The total land area of Estalia was equivalent to two-thirds of Brittany's size.
If this land was swallowed up by the nobles and knights, it was very likely that the centralization of power that his father had worked so hard to achieve would be broken again. Even if the new nobles and knights still listened to Laing's orders for the time being, it would still be easy for them to become too powerful.
In the palace during spring, the Green Knight was teaching Devonshire a lesson. The demigod's attitude was very strict, and he would not let go of any chance to beat Devonshire. The poor baron could only be controlled by his tutor, and even the chance to see the Twilight sisters was reduced to once a week.
However, Devonshire felt that this rule was the most considerate of all the rules of the Green Knight.
After several lessons, Devonshire took the initiative to stay. "Tutor, about the matter of supporting Estalia, is there a result?"
The Green Knight's illusory figure paused for a moment. His voice was emotionless, but it became slower. "I thought your attention was on the wood elf sisters."
"I need to know more, tutor," Devonshire said with a bitter smile. "I am the son of the Sun King."
"Yes." The Green Knight was in a rare mood of praise. "You don't blame me for being unreasonable, for keeping you locked in the palace and not letting you participate in the affairs of the outside world?"
"I understand, tutor. Now is the time when the bureaucrats and the nobles are in a game. At this time, no matter what I say or do, it can be misunderstood or even misinterpreted as taking sides. And as the heir, if I take sides, it will be easy for me to oppose my father." Devonshire scratched his head in distress. The sixteen-year-old baron said helplessly, "Tutor is also protecting me, but … I can't be completely ignorant."
"Since you want to know so much, there is a meeting in the afternoon. You can join in."
"Yes!"
In the afternoon, the bureaucrats, marshals, and dukes gathered together again.
The chief minister of the cabinet, François, stood in front of the map and explained the situation to everyone seriously.
"The latest intelligence shows that the Skaven Ratmen are attacking Estalia from east to west along the Tobalo Road. The defending armies of these two duchies were wiped out after holding out for less than a month. The Skaven Ratmen can arrive at Magritte at any time."
"What about Magritte's army?" Berchemund asked casually.
Magritte hastily gathered about 20000 troops to support Sosona, but before they could arrive, the city had fallen. The army was attacked by the Skaven Ratmen on the way back, and less than 8,000 people escaped back to Magritte. Now, Duke Lucio Sungazer of Magritte and his son Felipe Sungazer of Magritte were mobilizing.
"What about Ganos's army? What about Amangula's army? "Lake Goddess Morgiana asked.
"A terrible defeat. The Southerners have probably never experienced such a battle." François said helplessly, "The army that they were so proud of was shaken the moment they saw the Skaven Ratmen appear. Then, the Ratmen's bell rang three times, their weapons and equipment were abandoned, and the soldiers fled in panic."
"Phew, a bunch of trash!" Duke Bodrick of Bordero said, "Even going up to die is better than this!"
"Everyone must have experienced the strength of the Skaven Ratmen." Berliat spoke. Mrs. Kiesler emphasized, "According to the information from the frontlines and our allies, the Skaven Ratmen have an overwhelming advantage in long-range artillery and firepower. They have hundreds of cannons alone. I don't think we should consider sending our army to die in Estalia. It's futile. Let's focus on defending Bereon and Carcassonne first!"
"Yes." Talleyrand tidied up his long hair, and the high-spirited cripple's voice sounded harsh. "The road to Magritte is wide open. Everyone, millions of refugees are fleeing. What about our navy? Marshal Bodrick? "
"The Poseidon fleet can't get close to Magritte. The Skaven Ratmen's cannons are too powerful. If the ships enter the range, they will be focused on," Bodrick said helplessly. Bodrick also said helplessly, "Fedmond has tried. We can't use our precious warships to fight the Skaven Rat Men."
"Well, the Ratmen's firepower is really deadly." Talleyrand didn't understand military affairs, so the Foreign Affairs Minister could only spread his hands.
"So, in the next few months, we can only watch the duchies of Estalia fall apart and fall apart. We can only watch?" Callahan said to Regent Laun, "The people are still in the dark. Can we inform all the people, or at least all the civilians in the south, that Estalia is almost finished?"
"No … at least not now." Laun's expression was ferocious. The Regent shook his head vigorously. "Estalia must hold on. If they can't hold on until our reinforcements arrive, then they must at least hold on until we are ready to defend and accept enough refugees."
"Accept refugees?! Millions of people? "Duke Theodoric stood up and roared." Are you kidding me?! Lyoncole took in so many refugees. Where is the money? How are we going to settle them down? Who will take responsibility if something happens? "
"We must accept refugees! I will take responsibility if something happens! "Berliat stood up as well. He and Theodoric looked at each other.
Devonshire, who was sitting at the back, thought about the cause and effect.
Why was Berliat against sending troops, but now he took the initiative to take responsibility?
"All of you, enough!" Lauren's voice rang out, and the kingdom's regent's gaze was fixed on Estalia. "That's not important right now. What's important is that we must send out a representative, someone who can represent our Kingdom of Knights and fly across the mountains and plains to reach Magritte, understand the situation, and encourage our old friends to persist in resisting."
"Representative, who should we send?" Everyone was still discussing.
"I will go." Devonshire stood up. The young baron calmly said to everyone, "No one is more suitable than me. I will go with Nestra and Alohan. Their forest dragons and falcon cavalry will be of great help to me!"
"I am the son of Laing! No one can represent the Knight King better than me! "
"Then I will go with my pegasus army." The young Duke Casson also stood up.
A few days later, forest dragons, falcon knights, and a group of royal pegasus knights soared into the sky above Estalia.
"Look, my baron!"
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