PS: Apologies for being late. The ending was too difficult to write.
"Advance ~ ~ ~!"
On the left wing, Berchemund led Bastogne's Knights to charge at the forefront. Two hundred Bastogne's Knights formed the vanguard of the front line. Under the leadership of Berchemund, the Iron Horse Cavalry swept the lowlands. With the blessing of the Lake Nymph, the Knights' hooves were as though they were on flat ground. They fought to be the first to advance bravely.
In the three-way battle, Berchemund's was the easiest. Gothart's Spitter Army had lost most of their elites during the battle from Nord. Although they were replenished with many Orc troops, Duke Berchemund was known as the "Beast Killer". He was the nemesis of the Orcs. His Bastogne Knights had fought many battles with the Orcs in ancient history. Compared to the difficult Nurgle believers, the Orcs' front line was thinner and more fragile.
"Kill! Kill! For the Lady, for Bastogne! " Duke Bohemond swung his giant mace, the Red Dragon Scepter, and smashed the head of a minotaur. Brain matter splattered all over the old duke's body. The knights had used up most of their momentum, but with Bohemond's unparalleled bravery and the Light of the Goddess that enveloped him, the left wing of the army advanced smoothly.
The knights on the right flank also passed through the storm under the leadership of Laun. Their opponents were the three brothers of the Maggot Knights. Compared to Duke Bohemond, this attack was much more difficult. The three brothers had also tasted a bitter defeat in the city of Tara Beheim, but they later made up for their mistakes. When Tara Beheim was destroyed, Nurgle tasted supreme joy and gave the three brothers more troops, better blessings, and more powerful sigils. At the same time, there was also the Nurgle Demon Legion of the Nurgle Clerks.
Everything went smoothly at first, but the army on the right flank was the first to fall into a quaking quagmire. The demons of Nurgle used their greatswords to cut down the frontmost knights of the kingdom, pulling them down from their warhorses and cutting them into several pieces. The wounds of these sturdy fellows who were blessed by the Nurgle rain quickly healed, leaving the knights to fight against the powerful enemy.
Another charge. Riding on the Hippogryph Biquis, Lauren closed his eyes and let the Hippogryph fly into the sky for the fifth time. Then he opened his eyes. Lauren noticed that on the battlefield where thousands of horses were galloping, the left wing army was advancing smoothly. The middle army was slaughtering under the leadership of Laing. Only his right wing army was progressing slowly. The Regent of the Kingdom could not help but feel anxious. He knew very well that if he could not use this momentum to crush the Nurgle army, it would be difficult for the Brittany to be a match for the Nurgle army in the following tug-of-war and war of attrition.
The momentum of the charge could not last forever. Their absolute advantage in numbers would slow down their advance sooner or later.
No! Ron's heart was filled with hatred. He had failed before, and had failed many times.
He failed to complete the first Holy Grail Expedition and returned to the castle in tattered clothes to ask for his father's help.
He did not save his comrades. In the battle against the necromancer, everyone except him died.
He did not complete his duty as a father. Matthew Bard was an eternal scar in his heart. He paid the price for his youthful ignorance and impulsiveness. Because of this, he was still alone and refused to marry.
He did not succeed in recovering Mu Xilon and was seriously injured by Matthew Bard. If it were not for the blessing of the goddess, he would have died long ago.
In this life, Lauren knew that he had failed many times, and many of his failures were unforgivable failures.
And it was this sense of responsibility, this sense of shame, and this sense of pain that made Laughan always maintain a strong fighting spirit, an enterprising spirit, and a supreme virtue. When Leon ascended the throne and appointed him as regent, normal people would choose to take the initiative to refuse because there were many stains on his body, but Laughan chose to accept it because he intended to wash away the stains on his body and set off again.
Although I have failed many times, I have also succeeded many times!
Although I can't turn the tide like Laing, I can still use my sword and my wisdom to do something for the country.
That's enough.
That's … enough!
Lauren Leo Cornwall raised the Sword of Kurona. Under his power, the family heirloom reflected round after round of brilliance, illuminating the surrounding darkness. He carefully looked for a target in the tide of Nurgle's army and aimed at a huge plague troll that was staggering in the crowd, salivating as it rushed angrily towards the gap in the city defense. The Regent of the Kingdom pulled the reins, and the Hippogryph Biquis spread its wings and glided down. A whole group of Pegasus Knights followed the Regent of the Kingdom's sword and shouted, "Lyoncole! Lyoncole! "
The Hippogryph bent down, and Lauren stood up. The Sword of Kurona shone brightly as it glided. The plague troll noticed Lauren's attack. It opened its bloody mouth and spat out waves of mucus. The giant mace in its hand knocked on the ground to indicate that it accepted the challenge.
But Lauren ignored its declaration. The Hippogryph lowered its body as if it had a tacit understanding with its master, allowing the mace to hit the air very close to it. Then it spread its wings and soared. Lauren sent out his long sword, and the blade accurately cut through the plague troll's throat. The divine power of the Lake Fairy dispelled the blessing of Nurgle and cut open its artery. Dirty black blood spurted out. The troll covered its throat in pain, its weak legs swaying around, and the giant mace fell from its twitching fingers. Then its back slammed heavily on the ground and stirred up a foul air around it. About 30 Northerners were crushed by the troll's body.
The surrounding Pegasus Knights took the opportunity to attack, and an entire gang of Warriors of Chaos were swept away. Even the abandoned ones behind them suffered. Lauren looked at his results with satisfaction, but then the kingdom regent realized that this war was still very, very far from victory. Let alone completely defeating the Nurgle army, the knights still had a few kilometers of battle line to break through to kill the three brothers of the Maggot Knights. And if they wanted to fight side by side with the Empire's army in the city, then the effort they needed to put in was amazing.
There must be another way. Lauren pulled the reins again and motioned for the Hippogryph to take off. He could feel that Biquis' wings were tired.
"Hold on a little longer, hold on a little longer, my good man!" Lauren struggled to see how to reverse the situation in the rain. He soon found that a powerful Nurgle demon was leading an army of Chaos demons to the main shrine of the Goddess of Mercy in Brunswick.
If they could defeat the Nurgle demon, then there might be hope. Lauren suddenly had an idea. As long as the Nurgle demon was exiled, the entire army of Chaos demons would collapse without a fight. Then, the Nur army in the city would be free to attack together. The right wing might have a chance of success.
"Brothers! Those who can fly! "Lauren raised the Sword of Kurona again and roared." Follow me, the prize is in the city! "
"Charge, over the wall, the big one is coming!"
In the rain, Lauren personally led two groups of Pegasus Knights to cross the wall. The command of the battlefield was immediately handed over from Lauren to the Marshal of the White Horse, Sir Amanric!
That was enough.
I will do my best!
In the rain, Lauren made his choice.
The battles on the left and right were going on separately. In the middle was the Crusade's army led by Laing himself.
Amidst the sound of the horn, Laing personally led the army of knights towards the north under the first light of the rising sun. The Gryphon Ipris spat out lightning, its claws sweeping across the plate armor of the Warriors of Chaos. With the support of Laing's power, Ipris' claws were sharper than the chainaxes of the Warriors of Khorne. They pierced through the armor and flesh.
"It's Laing! It's Ryan, ahhhhh! "
"Laing is here! Laing is here! "
"Nurgle, my loving father, please save us!"
"Laing is invincible, Laing is invincible!"
With the personal appearance of Laing, there was a large-scale chaos among the elites under the three brothers of Grote. This guy was so famous that even the demons of Nurgle in the Realm of Chaos had heard of him for a long time. Seeing the appearance of Laing himself, the three brothers of Grote began to waver.
But that was all. Their benevolent father was watching them. They couldn't disappoint their benevolent father!
Laing did not care so much. The glory of the Lord shrouded the rain, and all the rain of Nurgle evaporated in the glory of Laing. The loyal knights followed their king, just like the great expeditions and glorious victories, like a siege hammer burning with the fire of the Lake God, penetrating into the heart of the enemy.
As Laing approached, a flash of panic burned in the eyes of the barbarians. When they realized the approaching danger, their lances had already charged through the crowd.
"For the Old World!!!"
Laing's roar seized the primitive joy in the surging charge. Behind him, more than ten thousand knights galloped behind the king, sweeping across the plains filled with fire. The knights all held their lances and urged their mounts to lock on to their targets accurately. With loud noises and dizziness, mixed with the sound of broken limbs and lances, and the trembling of bones, the two forces suddenly collided. The psionic bombardment exploded in the formation of the Army of Chaos. Each explosion sent broken limbs flying into the sky and minced flesh all over the ground. Laing pulled out the lances that pierced through two Warriors of Chaos, and a black hole of psionic energy was pulled into a straight line, splitting open a terrible wound on the torso of the Horde army.
This was not the end. Laing rode alone to meet the oncoming Chosen Warriors of Nurgle. Wherever he passed, no one could defeat him. Behind him, Kalad and François each led an arrowhead. They followed closely behind the Sun King and his knights and launched continuous attacks on the battlefield. The most powerful among them were the Holy Grail Knights who cut through the thorns on the battlefield.
"This is a wild hunt! Knights! In the name of the Lady, for the old world!!! " Behind the Knight King, Suria skillfully waved the Angel Faction. For this holy sword, cutting through the armor of the Warriors of Chaos was like cutting tofu. But this was not the end. When Suria waved the Angel Faction, a total of two thousand knights around her would burst into a platinum light. The lost physical strength was instantly recovered, and the bleeding from the injured parts was replaced by the light. The power of the Angel Faction healed the wounds. When the believers of Nurgle were illuminated by the light, their filthy bodies immediately emitted black smoke, like meat in a pan of oil oozing out stinky fat.
"Wild hunt!" The knights shouted, "For Queen Suria!"
Even if there were more than half of the enemy, their king and queen were here. What was there to be afraid of?
After the knights continued to charge, their momentum gradually slowed down. Laing was looking for the three Grote brothers. Laing knew that as the three beloved sons of Nurgle, if he could defeat the three Grote brothers here, then the main force of Nurgle would collapse, and there would still be a chance of winning the battle of Brunswick.
Then, where did the three damned Grote brothers go? Laing slaughtered the Nurgle army while eagerly looking for the location of the three Grote brothers.
"Second brother! We should take down the Commander's Flag! " Otto, the eldest of the three brothers, saw that Laing had killed his way over, "Otherwise, Laing will kill his way over! The three of us combined are no match for him. "
"Yes, we are no match for Laing." Ezelak, the second brother, nodded, "But we don't have to take down the Commander's Flag. Big brother, Laing can't kill his way over. He doesn't have that ability."
"He can fly, he can fly!" Otto said angrily.
Not far away, the gates of Brunswick had collapsed. The Nurgle army had poured into the city like a tide and engaged in a fierce street battle with the Empire's defenders led by Helberg. If the Empire's defenders could still rely on the city walls to support them before, then now that they had entered the street battle, these motley crew, which was mostly made up of temporary recruits, were vulnerable in the face of the Northerners who were good at fighting and causing chaos.
The only problem was that the Holy War Army outside the city had already stalled half of the Nurgle army. Now, the Nurgle army that could be commanded by Grote and his two brothers to attack the city was less than 150,000 people. Lacking the absolute advantage of numbers, they could not guarantee a complete victory in this battle.
"Yes, he can fly." Ezelak said with a smile, "Father also knows that he can fly."
"Horse meat, horse meat, delicious ~ human meat ~ human meat, delicious, open the canned food, delicious ~" The third brother, Gurrit, drooled as he smelled the scent of a feast.
"He will fly over!" Otto waved his sickle.
"He won't." Ezelak smiled, "Laing Macado is Father, a VIP customer of the Four Gods, a special service target. We have already prepared a big gift for him, haven't we?"
"Ah, yes, a big gift." Otto also smiled.
The knight army in front was still in a chaotic battle. Laing used his spear and sword to kill at the same time. He swung his sword and cut down two heavily-armored giant horned beasts. His spear pierced the breastplate of a Nurgle champion along the sacred emblem of Nurgle. When the Sun King was still looking for the specific location of Grote and his brothers, he heard an ear-piercing horn sound from the north.
A denser number of fully armed warriors were trekking into the battle. The skull-adorned flag held high by each company was marked with the emblem of the God of Plague.
Behind them, a total of thirty giant Chaos War Mammoths with Nurgle shrines on their bodies were stepping into the battlefield under the lead of the beast tamers! These twenty to thirty-meter-tall Chaos War Mammoths were dripping with pus as they enjoyed the blessing of Nurgle. There was also an entire Chaos Ogre Legion, three Ancient Dragon Legion, and seven Cyclops. They roared loudly and swayed their bodies as they strode toward the Holy War Army that dared to challenge them.
Laing could not help but sneer.
Elephants, right? War Mammoths, right? Behemoths, right?
What script? Do you think I will be crushed to death by a horse? Do you think I am afraid of this?
Chaos Mammoths? I will definitely make it a one-way trip!
"Follow me and continue forward. Protect the capital, protect the Old World!" Laing continued to roar. The knights were full of vigor and high morale as they responded to the king's call.
However, the next scene was the sound of a horn coming from the forest. The grey knight's expression stiffened as he looked towards the north, the smile on his face completely gone.
A great demon with sulphur flowing all over its body strode out of the forest. Its wings were completely black, and it held a large axe in one hand and a brass whip in the other. It was burning with endless anger, and the greater demons behind it spat out flames as they followed closely behind.
The right hand of the Khorne, the most powerful bloodthirsty demon, Anglas the Unchained, and its Brass Throne Army had arrived!
A two-headed strange bird that was completely blue in color was holding a magic staff. It spread its wings and chanted spells. It looked very old, but under its aged skin, there were surging mysteries and truths of the universe's origin. Behind it, there were dozens of flying discs carrying the Tzeentch Sorcerers. Groups of Terror Demons and Fire Demons were jumping around.
The number one demon under Tzeentch, Carlos the Fate Weaver, and its Crystal Army had joined the battlefield!
A great demon with a slender figure, skin as smooth and perfect as a sculpture, and an unimaginable elegance danced and sang. It had a sheep's head and a broom that pointed towards the sky. It had four arms, one of which held a spear, the other a shield, and the other two crab pincers dancing up and down. The Banshees of Perverted Sin screamed and praised its beauty. Demons of all shapes and sizes ran on the ground, and Perverted Sin's chariots drove out of the forest in a row.
The most powerful demon under Perverted Sin, Shalaxi the Demon Disaster, and its hunting army had joined the battle!
"Me too!"
Nurgle's Legendary Great Demon, "Lord of Rot" Rodrigues, had arrived with his Rain Sowing Army. The land was wriggling because of his generosity. Dirty floods kept emerging from his swollen and dilapidated figure, scouring and corroding the land.
The four gods prepared a big gift for Laing. Four ultimate demons, four times the joy.
"Don't think that you have won, Laing."
"This game has only just begun."
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