The cannons roared as the Empire's artillerymen continued to fight. They led by example, using the Nur's heavy cannons and mortar to cover the Empire's defenders and Volten's Charlemagne's army, plowing deep trenches in the ranks of the Chaos demons and barbarians. Many Northerners found their glorious deaths. When their limbs were blown up into the sky, few Northerners felt sorrow. They only hoped that the evil god they believed in would love them again.
Indeed, when Grandpa Fat Nurgle saw that his children were working so hard, the kind old father was deeply gratified. Almost in an instant, a gust of wind of plague blew past, and hundreds of people were promoted to Warriors of Chaos (Nurgle). The wounds on their bodies healed directly, and their bodies became bloated and rotten. Hard armor grew on the surface of their bodies, and on it was the holy emblem of Nurgle.
The Army of Chaos became stronger as the battle went on. Although their losses were far greater than the Empire's, the Empire's soldiers could not withstand these unreasonable fellows leveling up on the battlefield. Not only were they full of health, but their light armor became medium armor, medium armor, and heavy armor. Some of them even had mounts that appeared out of nowhere.
This was a fatal blow to the morale of the Empire, which was struggling to survive the plague, exhaustion, and hunger.
Not to mention the sudden appearance of an army of the undead behind them!
The Empire's army in the east finally collapsed. They fled in all directions, screaming the names of Charlemagne and the gods they believed in like stray dogs. But what made the Empire's soldiers even more pained was that it was useless for them to shout the names of the gods, but it was useful for the barbarians to shout the name of Nurgle.
Was this reasonable?
What, you are trying to reason with Chaos? That was what Gelt thought.
At this time, only a few armies were still resisting. Luther Huss's Charlemagne Army still had hundreds of people holding their ground. The battle priest was shrouded in the burning of the divine spell, Soul Flame. He alone blocked the attack of dozens of Warriors of Chaos. Luther Huss, who could not get away, ordered a few Tarabheim great swordsmen to go and support Volten, who was fighting fiercely. But the great swordsmen were soon besieged by the Warriors of Chaos and drowned by the army of Chaos.
On the other side, in Great Yuric, the Pope of the White Wolf Church, Emil Wager, led the pride of Midden Hill, a team of Teuton Guards and the Sword of Yuric Legion into a bloody battle with the Army of Chaos. This Saint-level expert killed a Chaos Warrior with a single hammer strike. However, he did not seem to be interested in supporting Walter and Charlemagne's army. Galt understood that the northern and southern churches of the Empire had been at odds with each other for thousands of years. The current unity between the two sides was only temporary.
It's over. Everything is over. The Golden Fortress will be breached. The Army of Chaos will enter the heart of the Empire. Galt closed his eyes in despair.
However, cries of disbelief first appeared among the defeated Empire's army.
The fleeing Empire's army discovered that the approaching undead army had ignored them and charged directly at the vanguard of the Army of Chaos!
The earth trembled. The iron hooves of the undead knights carried pride and the smell of blood as they approached from afar. The unique reflection of scarlet and steel spoke of the ferocity and impact of the approaching undead knights. The undead knights formed a formation of spears. The thundering hooves, the lowered lances, and the violent desire to fight. The lances weaved through the horned skulls and swollen abdomens, spilling slippery organs and poisonous mist into the air.
The Empire's soldiers stared at everything in front of them in a daze.
Was this reasonable?
More than a hundred knights in blood-red heavy armor were followed by hundreds of skeleton knights in the same heavy armor. Like a storm, the army of Chaos gave the barbarians a heavy punch in the face when they thought that victory was within their grasp. The barbarians were dizzy and had their vision blurred.
The barbarian raiders fell in droves, and then the barbarian warriors were crushed into meat paste. Then it was the Warriors of Chaos. These heavily armored Warriors of Nurgle lined up in a row and raised their halberds, but they could not resist the impact of the blood knights. The blood knights easily dodged the clumsy halberds and axes, and then used their cold lances and knight swords to directly cut open the heavy armor on the Warriors of Chaos that was thicker than a thumb!
Most of the Empire's soldiers had never seen the Holy Grail Knights of Brittany, but today they saw the supreme power of the blood knights. There were really knights who could directly charge and defeat the heavy infantry!
"In the name of Charlemagne, what is going on?" Leonard, the captain of the Empire, stared at everything in front of him in a daze. Several graveyard guards led two teams of skeleton warriors past Leonard. Leonard subconsciously raised his shield, but found that the undead army had no intention of fighting with him. The astonishing number of undead army directly ignored the Empire's soldiers and marched to the frontline.
The offensive that Chaos was so proud of was blocked. At the same time, Wo Teng, who was in a decisive battle with Gurug-Ath, the great demon of Nurgle, suddenly felt a shadow sweeping across the sky. An elegant vampire landed before him. "Greetings."
"Who are you? What are you doing here? "Wo Teng did not have time to think so much.
"Brothers, friends, allies with different thoughts, or at least dissidents with a common enemy." Vlad Von Karstein smiled elegantly and made a perfect salute. This salute was more perfect than all the Kurfürst of the Empire. The Lord of Death ignored Wo Teng's expression and threw a sword to him. "Take care of the enemy in front of you first."
This sword was the Troll Scavenger, the Rune Tooth of Kurfürst Hertwig who died in battle.
"Well then, fiend, let this Great Lord see just how capable you and your master are." Vlad drew out his [Blood Drinker Sword].
The Nurgle demon did not understand why it suddenly changed from a one-on-one to a two-on-one. It roared, "Despicable!"
Wo Teng and Vlad ignored Gurug's accusation. Wo Teng, who was in the divine realm, knocked the demon unconscious with his divine hammer and cut open its innards with his Rune Tooth. Then, the power of the Twin-Tailed Comet enveloped the demon in holy flames.
Vlad frowned. The Lord of Death had the chance to severely injure the Nurgle demon, but he had no choice but to take a step back. The [Blood Drinker Sword] in his hand quickly stabbed and then flicked up, sending Guruge's two large eyeballs and his sore-covered tongue flying.
The strange alliance only lasted for a few minutes. Clearly, the Nurgle demon could not defend against Wo Teng who wielded the divine hammer and the Rune Tooth, and Vlad who had stolen a large amount of Nagash's power and was already a demigod.
The Great Demon of Nurgle was quickly forced into a desperate situation. If not for Volten and Vlad's powers restraining each other, as well as their reluctance to use their full strength because they were wary of being stabbed in the back, Gurug would have been exiled today. But that was enough for the great demon to realize the danger, and it began to retreat.
At the same time, with the help of the undead army, the Empire's army finally had a chance to catch their breath and began to regroup.
The two sides fought again, and the tide of the battle had turned. The humans and the undead had tacitly agreed to a very strange ceasefire agreement in the Dark Age. They were not allies, but they had a common enemy to deal with. The Empire's army was still wary of the undead's betrayal, but the offensive of Chaos was unquestionably restrained.
Finally, after more than five hours of fighting, Galt let out a roar of victory. The Golden Citadel had been restored! Two golden lights shot out from the broken part of the wall and linked together to form a solid body. The victory of the humans had arrived. The endless stream of Northmen's reinforcements were blocked outside, and the Army of Chaos inside had lost their backup and became a lone army. With the restoration of the Golden Citadel, the Nurgle demon army lost the power of the Wind of Chaos and finally gradually turned into ashes.
The Battle of Aoldefen ended with a great victory for the Empire. After paying the price of about 5000 casualties, they wiped out as many as 30000 barbarians and an entire army of Nurgle demons.
Vlad and his undead army slipped away on the eve of victory, so this inexplicable victory became a great achievement for the Chosen One champion, Wo Teng, the Great Yuric Wargle, and the Great Alchemist Galt.
No, not counting Galt. Although the Great Alchemist had successfully restored the Golden Citadel, he soon received the harshest criticism in the war council. The cage that he had promised to pay attention to Sylvania had been broken, and the undead had slipped out from it. The Steyr, Ivy, and Ostmark territories were all greatly affected.
The merits offset the faults, and the glory that belonged to Galt was gone. However, the Great Alchemist was also exempted from being charged and court-martialed. Emperor Karl-franz fully acknowledged Galt's contribution. The Emperor stopped the criticism of Galt during the war council, and he expressed his willingness to believe in Galt's contribution as always. The Emperor even let Galt take over the position of Elector Hetwig, who had died in the war, to be in charge of the defense of the east side of the Golden Citadel. This made Galt feel comforted. At least the Emperor was willing to believe in him and his contribution.
This also made the Great Alchemist even more embarrassed to tell Karl-franz his true identity as the Chosen One of the Divine Kings.
Thus, the Emperor decided to personally defend the middle part of the wall and handed the eastern battlefield to Galt. However, Elector Rudenhoff, Wo Teng, and Huss' Charlemagne army were all under Galt's command. The Great Alchemist's joy was immediately washed away. He did not know what to do with Wo Teng, Charlemagne's army, and that annoying Luther Huss.
Since the order had been given, Galt could only accept it. The army of Sol, the army of Hawk, and the remaining army of Ostmark were all under the Great Alchemist's command.
The war against the Army of Chaos was still going on. Unfortunately, Oldefen's great victory only made the frontline quiet for three days. Immediately, the Army of Chaos came back again.
In the Battle of Kladwurst, facing the fierce attack of more than eight hundred Warriors of Chaos, the Empire's army sacrificed more than a thousand lives. It was Galt who arrived in time and used the Ultimate Alchemy to turn the situation around.
In the Battle of Snardlen, the Empire's army was almost defeated. If Wo Teng did not forcibly block the city gate with his extraordinary strength and killed more than two hundred barbarians alone, the Golden Citadel would have been in danger of being breached.
Then there was the Battle of Tarabek Highland. The army of Sol still fought hard for dozens of hours with the help of the undead. After three days and three nights of fierce attacks, the Golden Citadel was restored. Only then did the Chaos reluctantly stop their advance.
Every few days, the Empire's army would face an extremely severe test. Any failure would lead to the destruction of the Golden Citadel. The Empire's army could defeat every invasion of the Chaos. Everyone was even starting to get used to the appearance of the undead reinforcements. However, such an intense and long war had made everyone feel tired. This kind of tiredness could not be relieved by sleeping or eating. Alcohol, gambling, and prostitutes became the most popular things among the soldiers. At the same time, there was also a superstition towards the gods. Unexpectedly, during this period of time when the gods did not respond, the number of believers was unprecedentedly high.
Even though the reinforcements of Nur, Wesson, and Rick had arrived one after another, this situation could not be changed.
In the Battle of Quso, the Army of Chaos deployed thirty Chaos Hell Cannons and melted the entire Golden Citadel under the Devil's flames. No one was spared. Marshal Rick Helberg led the Rick Guards and the Franz Imperial Guards to fight for a whole day and night before destroying the Army of Chaos that was trapped inside the Golden Citadel.
In the Battle of Szczecin, the Golden Citadel of the Empire's nobles changed hands four times. The first time, it was conquered by the Northerners. The second time, it was taken back by the Empire. The third time, it was taken by the Orcs. In the end, Emperor Karl-Franz personally rode the Wings of Death and joined forces with the Griffin Knights led by the Griffin Duke Ivan and the Rick Guards to defeat the Orcs.
In the Battle of Ross, Vassily von Zhukov fought three Chaos Warlords in a row. The allied forces of Auster and Örengrád finally defeated the Army of Chaos with almost half of their casualties.
The situation was getting more and more desperate by the day. What was worse was that the logistics of the Empire had begun to show signs of being unable to support the situation. After all, the Old World had greatly reduced their production in the past few years. The Southern Kingdoms had been destroyed. Except for Brittany, the Empire did not even know where to get food. However, Brittany was now rebuilding after the war and could not provide more help.
With the arrival of the autumn of Year 2523 of the Imperial Calendar, the energy, stamina, and willpower of the Imperial Army in the northern frontlines had reached their limits. The soldiers of the Imperial Army had fallen into a state of extreme irritation, madness, and despair.
The honorable duels between the generals and captains of the Empire were carried out every day. Not only did the number of duels increase, but it also started to turn into bloodshed. There were inexplicable prayers every day, and people took pleasure in stealing. Even a matchbox was seen as a great achievement. Soldiers from different provinces scolded and discriminated against each other. There were continuous fights. Some of them participated enthusiastically, while others were indifferent.
The injured and sick soldiers no longer believed that they could recover. What was more frightening was that the doomsday theories were spreading.
Feeling helpless, Galt had no choice but to use all possible methods. However, the results were minimal. What was worse was that the Golden Fortress was becoming increasingly unstable. This was not surprising. The great alchemist knew that the miracle of the Golden Fortress was not only maintained by magic and the power of faith. It also needed the entire front, and even the Empire's people to believe in it.
Finally, the great alchemist had no choice but to open 'Holy Word Record 3.0'. He had done everything he could. Now, the only thing he could count on was to seek answers from the Divine Emperor.
The Imperial Tarot was activated, and Galt attempted to communicate with the supreme being far away from the stars. For this, the great alchemist commandeered a noble's manor and locked himself in. Every night, he and the metal mages under his command would hold a ritual in an attempt to contact the Imperial Lord.
The great alchemist's actions quickly aroused a passionate response from the Empire's soldiers. After all, the golden glow and mysterious runes that appeared every night above the noble's manor could not be hidden.
Almost all of the Empire's soldiers believed that this was a blessing from Emperor Charlemagne. The morale of the soldiers was quickly restored. There were even soldiers who worshipped Galt and his metal mages as living saints. Everyone saw a glimmer of hope.
However, there were some who did not think so.
Charlemagne's Chosen of Gods champion, Wo Teng, soon realized that Galt's power was not the power of the twin-tailed comet in his body. Yes, the two powers were very similar. They were the twin-headed eagle, laurel, golden halo, and skull. However, Wo Teng was very sure that it was not his own power.
Wo Teng quickly relayed this information to his mentor, Luther Huss.
Thus, one night, Wo Teng and Huss snuck into the great alchemist's manor.
These two fellows were not adept at infiltration. However, due to the clamor of the fanatical soldiers outside the manor and the metal adepts within the manor busy casting spells to maintain the array, Watson and Huss were able to sneak into the manor without any hindrance.
Their actions could not have escaped the great alchemist's eyes and ears. Galt was very alert and had countless alarms installed.
Alas, it was both unfortunate and fortunate that when Wo Teng and Huss entered the manor, the communication between the Great Alchemist and the Emperor was barely connected. Geert had no choice but to use all his energy and mana to maintain the communication.
Even so, the communication was very unstable.
When Wo Teng and Huss saw Galt through the window, the great alchemist was obviously receiving instructions from an 'evil existence'. The voice was very cold and serious, but the words that came out of his mouth were full of holiness and power. "You actually believe in Roga's things?"
"I have no other choice, Your Majesty." Galt knelt on the ground and said respectfully and fearfully, "I only rely on the emperor to protect the common people."
"… You have done your best." The supreme being was silent for a few seconds, followed by a lot of noise and terrible howls in the chaotic dimension. "I have some knowledge about Laing's … ancient divine lightning weapon. Take it and study it … see if you can help."
"Thank you very much!" The phone call of less than a minute had tired Galt out, and he did not even notice the movement outside the window.
In the dark night, Wo Teng and Huss rode on their horses and left Defen in the night. As they galloped, they could see the pale and fear on each other's faces.
Our great alchemist, the chief wizard of the royal family, Bayershazer Galt, is a traitor! A heretic!
He did not believe Charlemagne at all! And he takes orders from a supreme being in the subspace!
Galt, a mole in our army!
Real-name report! Real-name report!
And so, Wo Teng and Huss traveled for three days and three nights, and brought the news that Galt was a traitor and a lackey of the God of Chaos to Emperor Karl-franz's throne in Von Zhukov Castle.
It was an instant uproar.
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