The battlefield outside the city had turned into a slaughterhouse. Faced with the appearance of the four Chaos Armies, the knights had suffered heavy losses. One after another, orders were sent to Suria.
"Marshal Berchemund is unable to continue advancing. Request for retreat!"
"More than half of the knights of the Duchy of Bryon have been lost!"
"Mu Xilon's Coldstream Guards have been lost!"
"Le'Angoulan's Marines have been completely annihilated!"
"Marshal Armanrick is in trouble. Request for reinforcements!"
"Noska's Iron Mane Army has been defeated!"
"The Wood Elves are being defeated."
"Lord Urhiya, the Great Holy Grail of the Holy Realm, has died!"
"Lord Toras, the Great Holy Grail, has died!"
"News from Berliat. General Meretskov is heavily injured. Kislöw needs to reorganize!"
"Lord Leofric, Duke of Carcassonne, says he can't hold on any longer!"
One after another, messages were sent to Suria. The Knight King was constantly issuing new orders. The Old Guard was by her side, and behind her, reserve troops and dwarven armies were constantly entering the battlefield.
“Megazord，powerup！” Not far away, the dwarven colossus had already entered the battle. Under the control of the engineer, the dwarven war colossus and the Nurgle war colossus clashed together. The Chaos Mammoth's long nose smashed into the dwarven colossus' waist, creating a trail of sparks. The dwarven war colossus' chest opened up, and a series of hellish rocket launchers blasted the Noska soldiers on top of the Chaos Mammoth into the sky. Then, the Chaos Mammoth was flipped over with a punch, and a giant axe sliced open the abdomen of the war colossus. Blood flowed all over the ground, and flames spewed out from the colossus' palms, roasting groups of Northlanders.
In the center of the battlefield, Laing was fighting against three Ultimate Demons and their forces alone.
Anglas the Unchained swung his axe wildly. Behind him was a boundless sea of blood, surging flames, and a bronze fortress. More and more khaki demons joined the battlefield and fought against the gray knights.
Sharashi – Demon Calamity's body was as beautiful as a ballet dancer. Its power had eroded the Modern World. Everyone could see that there was a grand banquet behind it. It was located in the palace of Sex Sin. Everyone wore masks on their faces and toasted each other. A Sex Sin Demon with eight arms and eight legs was tied up in the middle of the hall. A group of people took food from its body. The floor was covered with murky wine, and the strong fishy smell irritated the mouths and noses of the mortals.
Rodriguez held a boxwood branch in his hand. Behind him, bright red, blue, yellow, and purple flowers pierced through the gloom. A paradise of joy was spread in the melancholy forest. The digging and running insects all had brightly patterned shells and shining wings. The insects flew briskly along the long embankment of the slow, muddy river. Amidst the rustling of the reeds, the children of the loving father walked into the battlefield.
At the center of the battlefield was a pure white world. Leon was fighting against Angoras and Shalaxi by himself. The veins on his original body were bulging. Around him, a total of fifty-five Legendary Gray Knight Heroic Spirits were fighting side by side. On the white marble floor, the white clouds, and the deep blue sky, they were fighting side by side with his original body. They were slaughtering the Chaos demons that were swarming towards them from three directions, leaving behind the tainted Chaos energy in the air.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Their auras swept across the land like waves. No one could stop them.
"Hahahaha, isn't that the Festering Heart under the loving father? Come, I will defeat you again! "
"Brother Guan, once again, we are face to face!"
"Andre the Betrayer, subordinate of the Prince of Darkness. Are you ready to be exiled by me again?"
Tall and imposing gray knight spirits laughed as they charged toward one of the enemies, bursting with a monstrous fighting spirit. After the enemy noticed them, he immediately met them with fearless courage.
Janus, the first gray knight, held a spiritual greatsword in his hand and burst into a dazzling light among the Chaos Demons. In an instant, a dozen Chaos Steel Bull Riders surrounding him were torn apart. They turned into a rain of light and disappeared.
However, such bravery did not make the enemies retreat. Instead, it attracted more people to attack him.
"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God, offering the skull to the throne!"
"Nurture is love! Nurture is life! All things will decay, only Nurture will exist forever! "
"Lust is the God of lust, sin is sin, exhaust all filth! Desire and desire! "
The Chaos Army attacked from three directions. Their power alone was enough to destroy an entire country, but they were stopped by Laing. Not only did the gray knight spirit block the three ultimate demons, he even stopped their Chaos Demon Army. This was already a miracle. At the entrance of the three ancient pointed gates, four streams of energy were entangled. The red and black that represented Angoras, the gold and silver that represented Laing, the dark purple that represented Shalaxi, and a little further away, the yellow-brown that represented Rodrigues.
The power of destruction was endless and unrestrained. This was no longer a battle between mortals. Mortals had no right to participate.
Outside the city, the pressure on Grote and his siblings was greatly reduced after they received the support of the Chaos Beasts and the Ultimate Demon of the Four Gods. The three siblings kept their father's order in mind. They left about a third of their troops to continue fighting the Holy War Army outside the city, while the rest of their troops entered the city. They swore to give Brunswick and Charlemagne's throne to their father.
Gorrit the Spitter personally led the Minotaurs, the Nurgle Warriors, the Noska Champions, and the Skinwalkers forward, charging at the Empire's defensive line with a force as powerful as a tidal wave on the half-mile-long battlefield. The Chaos Knights broke through the forest of spears in an explosive storm of broken blades, using their serrated lances and enchanted blades to kill the Empire's soldiers. The Draconic Demons attacked the halberds that came to stop them. Strange lightning flashed across their scales, cracking and knocking out the soldiers on both sides.
The north and west gates of Brunswick had been lost. Only the east and south gates, which were supported by the Brittany Holy War Army, were saved.
In the city, Marshal Rick, Helberg, was commanding about 3,000 Empire soldiers to fight in the streets. Among them, there were many elite Rick Guards and also new recruits. The battle had lasted for several hours. Many soldiers were too tired to stand up. The noise of war raged in the storm. Helberg glanced at the broken, depressed, and sweat-stained faces of the soldiers around him. The pain in his heart was reborn. They were the kindest and most loyal soldiers, fighting for the sanctity of their motherland and the survival of their families.
Helberg, of course, saw the battle outside the city. Marshal Rick once saw the hope of victory in the war. Although he was critical of the Sun King's repeated "interference" in the Empire's internal affairs, Helberg was of course grateful for the Brittany's help. Perhaps both sides could defeat the Nurgle army and at least defend the capital. After that, they could clean up the enemies in the Empire step by step.
From the beginning of the appearance of the Holy War Army, Helberg tried to join up with Laing's army. However, their efforts failed. The soldiers could not leave the city wall. Otherwise, they would only be torn apart by the Northmen like rags. The Holy War Army of the Knights fell into the mud after exhausting their charging force. They were still far away from the city wall.
Helberg made his most effective effort. He managed to gather 4,000 heavy cavalry in Brunswick. While the Army of Chaos was shaken by the Brittany, he secretly opened the city gate and launched a charge. The charge was very successful. However, just as Helberg was trying to achieve further results, the War of Chaos Mammoths, Chaos Beasts, and the four ultimate demons and their Chaos Demon Army from the north forced Helberg to retreat.
In the end, less than 2,000 heavy cavalry successfully retreated into the city.
Marshal Rick was exhausted and at his wit's end.
From a strategic and tactical point of view, all of Helberg's efforts were successful.
The city wall of Brunswick was like a sponge, absorbing the power of the Army of Chaos and limiting the power of the Northmen.
The soldiers resisted layer by layer according to Helberg's design, causing the battlefield to fall into a tug of war.
The charge at the critical moment also defeated part of Gottlieb's forces at the north gate. Rick's Praetorian Guards, dozens of Empire Knights, and the half-griffin knights of the Gryphon Knights even used grenades to destroy the siege tower at the north gate, blew up the catapults, and wiped out the Northmen who could not withstand the test.
Yes, all of his efforts were successful. His vision was realized.
In the end, Helberg 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 people who were still alive could still stand up and fight. His enemy's reinforcements had gathered at the edge of the forest. They walked out of the shadows and lined up along the northern horizon. Their numbers seemed endless. Every time a battle group was destroyed, three more would take its place.
At the same time, Helberg also saw the battle between Laing and the three ultimate demons. He was deeply shocked by the power of the Knight King. What kind of supreme power was that? But even a fool could see how difficult it was for Laing's Soul World to resist the erosion of three Chaos Worlds at the same time. On the battlefield outside the city, the Holy War Army of the Knights had even begun to show signs of retreat. The Chaos Demons were really too powerful.
What should I do?
The marshal smiled bitterly. He really did his best. He did his best. He was ready to face death.
Are there any more reinforcements? Helberg really laughed. The marshal tried to convince himself that there might be other reinforcements? Would the dwarves of the Roof of the World come to support them? The elves of Ossouin? Or Mildenheim? Elveheim? Eight Peaks Mountain?
"My marshal, look!" At this moment, Ivan, the Griffin Duke, shouted at Helberg.
"Look? Look at what? Just more Northerners, "Helberg said casually. If today was the end of Brunswick, then let it come. He was ready.
"No! Look! "The Griffin Duke's tattered cloak swayed in the air.
Helberg reluctantly picked up the telescope and looked to the east.
The marshal's mouth was wide open. Rows after rows of huge phalanxes, the army wearing black and red armor was advancing. The family coat of arms of the red monster with black bat wings was familiar. These silent troops neither roared nor mutated. They were just moving forward. In the gaps between the rows, there were some bigger and scarier guys appearing and disappearing in the forest. They were on their way to join the battle.
"That's …" Helberg could not help but tremble. He remembered the war that had lasted for almost a year. He remembered the critical support during the Battle of Hough Wind Root. He remembered the days when the living and the dead fought side by side. He remembered …
"Your Excellency, Marshal Rick." A noble, elegant, and proud voice sounded from about thirty to forty meters away from Helberg. With a terrifying chill, he recognized the fallen prince standing in the ruins of a food store. He was wearing a blood-red armor and riding a skeleton horse. Seeing that Helberg noticed him, Vlad Von Castein, the Army of the Dead, the Kurfürst of Sylvania, and the ancestor of Von Castein, politely bowed to Helberg with the standard royal etiquette of the Empire. He seemed to be very happy that Helberg was willing to listen to him. Although Helberg doubted that the undead could be so emotional, he said, "Your Excellency, my letter has been delivered to you, but you have not given me an accurate answer. I think it's time for me to give a beautiful speech."
"Von Castein, you're still alive?" Helberg roared.
"Me? I'm still alive. Of course, I've probably been dead for … five thousand years? " A smile appeared on Vlad's handsome face. "If you want to talk about history with me, I have a lot of time to spend with you. However, I don't think your army and your city have that much time."
"Of course, when you stood by and watched, my soldiers sacrificed their lives to protect this city, and you hid in the darkness." Helberg roared like he was trying to be brave. "Where are your people?"
"Of course, I'm happy to participate in this war. If you need, I'll go and help the Sun King and add a sword to his duel with the Chaos Demon. But, in what name?" Vlad smiled. "I'm waiting for your answer."
Helberg's face instantly turned ashen. 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 spat out words that even he himself couldn't believe. "That's it then."
"So what?" Vlad could feel the amazing joy.
"This marshal … This marshal agrees to your request! I agree to your request. Is that enough? "Helberg shouted desperately under the shocked eyes of the Empire's army.
"That's right!" Vlad could not help but clap. The Army of Death said with satisfaction, "If the prime material world is replaced by pure Chaos, then what's the point of our battle? Now is the time to save the nation. You've made the right choice, my marshal. I'm very happy. "
"Enough! Come here and kneel! "Helberg roared." Kneel in front of me. Hurry up! Don't make me regret it! "
Vlad was stunned at first, and the Army of Death showed a hurt expression. However, he soon realized something. The Army of Death walked to Helberg and knelt down on one knee.
The Rune Fang pressed on Vlad's shoulder. Helberg's face showed a hint of pleasure of revenge, but it was soon covered by deep sorrow. The old marshal's voice echoed, "With my power as the regent of the Charlemagne Empire and with the Rune Fang Sword, I hereby declare that Vlad von Castein of Sylvania, in this desperate situation, thou art the Kurfürst of Sylvania!"
"I give you the title not because I want you to kill, but because I want you to remember that you have to be loyal to the empire."
"I give you the land not because I want you to profit from it, but because I want you to remember your honorable identity."
"Now, I give my most honorable trust to the Von Castein. What you 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 could not hide the joy on his face. The King of Death bowed respectfully, indicating that he accepted the title. He could not help but play with the Ring of Von Castein. The King of Death stood up under the incredulous gaze of the Empire's army. He laughed delightedly and sent a signal to the outside of the city.
Now, they were all compatriots of the Empire.
The three brothers of the Maggot Knights heard the footsteps in the forest to the east. It seemed that thousands of heavily armored soldiers were moving. Broben, the second of the three brothers, hurried to the edge of the forest on his mount, the Bile Transporter, a pockmarked maggot beast, leading the Army of Extreme Evil from the Brass Fortress. He mumbled, "You're late, idiots of the Devil Bird God. Hurry up and get ready to kill!"
"Hurry up, shout the slogan and beat the war drums. Let the Southerners know that we're here!"
There was still no reply from the forest. Only three people walked out.
The leader was a lich named Nikohara. He wore a crown on his head and held a scepter in his hand. Green flames burned in his hollow eyes.
The second lich was dressed in cursed baroque red armor and held a huge black axe. He was tall and was already choosing his opponent.
The third lich looked more human. He had long, sticky white hair that was parted in the middle. His face was wrinkled, and he wore an eye patch. He wore a captain's uniform and held a scimitar in one hand and a musket in the other. His head was shaking non-stop as if he was a neurotic. "Tell my son, don't be unconvinced. The Blood Dragon's father will always be the father.
"???" Broben the Brood:
There was no time for the children of Nurgle to be astonished. When they returned to their senses, the Silent Army rushed out of the forest and charged at the three brothers of the Maggot Knights.
"Fight, Spawn of Nagash!" Lich King Akerhan glared at the impurities of Chaos with loathing. Behind him, heavily armored undead swarmed out one after another.
"We have come to destroy the final gift of the dark gods!"
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