I will bear all the responsibility alone.
Issue military orders, suppress atrocities, submit to the undead, ask for help from the world.
I will bear all the crimes.
Helberg stared blankly as Vlad finally got what he wanted. The old commander laughed self-deprecatingly.
He saw the undead army emerging from the forest outside the city. The nightmare of Sylvania, the undead army that haunted the Empire, and the great savior of the Empire clashed with the three brothers of the Maggot Knights, and both sides engaged in a fierce battle.
At the same time, Vlad had awakened the entire city of Brunswick the moment Helberg made his decision. The results of the negotiations were immediate: the entire city, from the burning houses to the moss-covered walls of the palaces, and the sticky soil began to wriggle and separate. The Lord of Death easily controlled the Wind of Death, and the indestructible power of faith rooted in Brunswick had long been destroyed by the spells of the Lord of Witchdoctor Festus. As a result, Vlad easily penetrated the stone pillars that were riddled with holes.
The history of Brunswick could be traced back to before Charlemagne founded the Empire. At the time, it was still the fortress of the Carolingian tribe, and there was almost no tradition of cremation in the Empire until shortly after the War of the Vampires. Both peasants and nobles were used to burials, and to the nobles, luxurious tombs, armors, offerings after death, and a peaceful sleep under the protection of Moore were the highest form of enjoyment. On the other hand, burials were cheap and easy to resolve. All they needed to do was dig a hole, spend a few copper coins, and have the priests of Moore pray to end everything.
Even after the Vampiric War, burials still took up a large proportion of the world's population. Cremation was a very costly affair for civilians. In this world, the cost of using high-quality firewood and refined charcoal to burn a corpse into ashes was not low at all.
Vlad manipulated the Wind of Death to his heart's content and awakened the warriors he needed. The corpses that died in the battle of Brunswick and the plague before were first summoned, hobbling instinctively towards the careless servants of the God of Pestilence. Then came the ancient tombs of the nobles in Moore's Garden, the Sanctum of the Knights' headquarters, and the sacred remains in the various shrines. All of them were awakened by Vlad's power and entered the battlefield.
In the end, the oldest of the barbarian warriors who lived deep beneath Brunswick was awakened as Vlad continued to increase his power. Brunswick was once a humble fortress surrounded by fences and wooden walls, and these warriors had sacrificed everything for the survival of mankind. Now, Brunswick was an incomparably glorious city, and these warriors still had to fight for the survival of Brunswick. But that was the way the world was. The older something was, the more terrifying it was. Many of the oldest warriors had once fought alongside Charlemagne, and their bones and souls had been purified by the power of faith over the long years. As soon as they were awakened, they immediately became squads of grave guards and black knights. They were one of the few forces that could resist and suppress the demons.
Soon, battles broke out along the riverbanks as the merciless undead fought fiercely against the bloodless, filthy inhabitants of another world.
Halfway through his resurrection, Vlad's expression changed drastically. If he had promised to add the power of a sword to Laing who was fighting hard outside the city, he had no choice but to go back on his word now. That was because he noticed that Kur-Gaz, the chief archdemon of Nurgle, and Festus, the champion of Nurgle, were besieging the main shrine of the Goddess of Mercy!
Relying on the power he inherited from Nagash, Vlad knew that if they succeeded and used it to hold a large-scale sacrificial ceremony in Shalia's shrine, the entire city would be dragged into the Garden of Nurgle! It would become the new toy of the Loving Father!
Not allowed! Vlad immediately passed command to Akerhan and the others, and arranged for Hal Harris of the Von Karstein family to command the army while he himself rushed to the main shrine of the Goddess of Mercy.
Those two bastards must be stopped!
Vlad only used a few words to explain the threat of Shalia's main shrine, and left Helberg, Ivan, and a small number of Empire's internal guards where they were. Helberg could feel the confusion, helplessness, and a little despair in everyone's eyes. The old commander really did not know what to say.
Fortunately, the silence did not last long. The heavily injured Empire soldiers rushed over and told Helberg an important piece of news. The defense of the west gate had been completely breached, and the Nurgle army was attacking the Empire's palace under the leadership of Grote and his brothers. It was difficult for the defenders to hold the place, even with the reinforcements summoned by Vlad.
"Warriors of the Empire, the war is not over yet!" Helberg pulled out the Runic Fang in a show of strength. "In the name of Charlemagne, this is a dark day, an ominous beginning. Follow me, cast aside your doubts for victory. In the name of the Griffin Emperor, in the name of Charlemagne, in the name of Ludwig the Savior, advance! Protect our palace! "
The battle around Brunswick was still raging.
In the center of the western battlefield, Laing was still fighting against three ultimate demons by himself.
Beep beep ~ Beep beep ~ Beep beep ~
"Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep beep!"
The Gray Knight's original body fought against the three Ultimate Demons by himself, while the Gray Knight Heroic Spirits under his command fought against the Chaos Demon Army under the three Ultimate Demons. This was a battle that resounded throughout Heaven. Raging flames filled the sky as the Rain of Light cleansed the darkness and illuminated the entire battlefield. The Gray Knight Heroic Spirits' special psionic attacks caused the filthy flesh and blood of the demons to explode into pieces that filled the sky.
They were as swift as the wind, as calm as the forest, as aggressive as the fire, and as still as the mountain. The Heroic Spirits of the Gray Knights were moving among the traitors as if they were harvesting crops. It was as if there was no one around. The heroic appearance of the Silver Armored Warriors in battle reminded people of the legendary heroes in ancient myths. As the giant swords moved, the Khorne's plate armor was no tougher than firewood. The helmet designed by Perv fell on the surface of the battlefield and floated lazily. The rotten surface was burned black and blistered. Father of the Rain, Rodrigues, did not even dare to get close.
However, everyone could see that the Sun King's Proof was barely resisting everything under the suppression of the three Chaos Gods. The indicator light on Laing's chest flashed rapidly. Not only did his original body have to fight against Angeras and Shailaxi – Demonscourge, who were considered the best among the Ultimate Demons in terms of physical strength and combat skills, he also had to spare some energy to maintain the Sun King's Proof and supply the Gray Knight Heroic Spirits with psionic energy.
This was a huge drain on Laing's energy. His original body that was at ease in the beginning gradually became exhausted.
On the other side of the battlefield, Suria held the Angel Faction and personally led the Holy Knight Army to fight against the Chaos Army. The Knight King was eager to support her husband, but that was the job of the Nurgle Army. Rodrigues cast plague magic one after another to flood the battlefield. He did not need to defeat Suria. He only needed to drag the time until Laing was defeated.
At this time, Laing was already covered in wounds, but Shailaxi – Demonscourge was also covered in wounds. The purple blood of Perv dripped down from its severed pincers to the ground, forming one after another vortexes in the mud. The strongest Perv demon left six wounds on Laing's body with its spear. In exchange, its shield was also shattered by Laing. Its breastplate was full of cracks. Even two of its pincers were destroyed by Laing.
So strong, really so strong! The Perv Demon could not help but think. It even thought that Laing was now stronger than the Incarnation of Death.
Shailaxi – Demonscourge retreated, and Angoras pounced on Laing's face again. He used his horns to smash Laing's head directly, not caring that his skull was also bleeding.
Laing lost his balance from this pure blow. His original body fell into the mud and sank directly. The magnificent scenery of the Sun King's Proof fluctuated violently. His original body immediately flickered, and the place where he was was was immediately divided by the brass battle axe.
That was a complete split in the middle. Angoras' power was so strong that even space was cut apart by the great power of the chief demon. The universe revealed its true, terrifying, and absurd veil. The powerful suction force sucked in and crushed all matter. There was no light and nothing in the domain of vacuum. There was only complete destruction.
The chief demon did not have time to look at the results of his battle. Laing, who was heavily injured, gathered his remaining strength and attacked fiercely. In the face of the original body's storm-like attacks, Angoras kept retreating until its chest was pierced by my lord. The hot magma-like blood of the great demon spilled in the rain and steam rose into the air. Angoras covered its chest with its hand. It was furious, but the waves of pain told it why the Seed of Destruction was destroyed!
Is this the original body of the Gray Knight?
This was truly … exciting!
Laing's expression was very serious. After a period of fierce battle, the psionic reserves of his original body had been reduced to less than half, and was being consumed at an even faster rate. His body was also covered in wounds. If it was his original body, it would not be difficult to defeat a great demon, but one against two was something no one had ever done before.
Only the treacherous one knew where the dog-headed god Khorasan had taken the wrong medicine to decide to let Angoras and Shailaxi – Demonbane work together, Laing thought.
Damn it, this is troublesome!
"Oh no, Father is in trouble!" At the same time, Devenhill, who was standing on top of the forest dragon Sassin Harr with the Twilight sisters, felt Laing's psionic energy rapidly depleting. Devenhill had hoped that his mother's Angel Faction could provide assistance on the battlefield, but the Crusaders were clearly no match for the Nurgol army and the four ultimate demon armies. Suria had used up all of her power to resist the Chaos demons, and it was also because of the Angel Faction's support that the Old Guard could barely fight the Chaos demons to a standstill.
The Northka dwarves were incomparably resilient, and Grand Lord Balder's Iron Hammer personal guards were also brave. However, the dwarves' marching speed was slow, and it was almost impossible for them to advance to Laing's side.
Devenhill bit his lip so hard that it bled, and said to the Twilight sisters who were wearing cloaks in the storm, "Sister Nestra, Sister Alohan, do you know what privilege is?"
"Privilege?" Nestra gave the answer.
"An honorable position?" Alohan said casually, and the Twilight sisters rained down a rain of arrows on the ground. After taking care of two Chaos demons, the forest dragon's mana was greatly depleted, and it could no longer spit out dragon breath.
"Since you mentioned privilege, I'll tell you where my pride comes from," Devenhill said softly. "I'm going to jump down now, and fight alongside my father against the three ultimate demons. This is my honor and responsibility as that person's grandson, as well as my father's son. Speaking of which, my pride as the Son of the Sun has fully manifested."
"What nonsense are you talking about? Devenhill, you'll fall to your death if you jump down from here! You'll be smashed into meat paste. "Nestra was unconcerned, until she heard her younger sister's scream.
Devenhill actually jumped! The young baron's body formed a cross, and just like that, he jumped down from the forest dragon's body and into the storm!
"I'll leave the rest to you two. Sister Nestra, Sister Alohan, go support my mother!" the baron roared.
Feeling his body falling at an extreme speed, the feeling of raindrops hitting his face, and the ferocious wind that made it hard for him to open his eyes, Devonshire laughed heartily. The baron struggled to hold on to the Starfire Rune Sword by his waist. He silently chanted the spell of the ancient saint, comprehending the power of nature, allowing the origin of the universe to appear before him.
It had to be said that the Twilight sisters were not particularly intelligent beings, and this was even more so after losing Aleil's teachings. They were originally just Aleil's representatives, and after losing the restrictions of the Wizard Queen, the Twilight sisters relied on Devenhill's power to prevent themselves from being devoured by the darkness. Apart from the physical and spiritual pleasure he obtained from the sisters, Devenhill also easily stole the secret of how the Twilight sisters used the Weave to separate and fuse them. With just a little bit of skill, Nestra and Alohan obediently confessed everything.
Since that's the case, let's give it a try. My power! The friction in the air made Devenhill's cheeks hurt. The baron drew his Starfire Rune Sword, and a dazzling light of psionic energy shot out from the blade in the form of a vortex.
Devenhill sank his soul into the subspace, and following the power of his bloodline, he searched for the nodes connected by ribbons. He saw the cold sun.
Yes! This is it! Devenhill searched along the cold sun, and immediately found what he was looking for!
Then, let's go!
In Caliban's Boulder Fortress, the original dark angel of the First Legion, Leon El Zhuang Sen, was sitting in a bar, drinking wine and watching a pole dance performance.
In the Red Desert of Baal, St. Giles, who was sitting on top of Angel Castle and tasting red wine brewed from Baal's local dried fruits, felt something calling him.
The Lion King's Sword and the Crimson Blade were drawn by the original body at the same time, and pointed towards the depths of the universe!
Devenhill's call was answered. Laing's youngest son screamed excitedly, and the light on his rune sword grew stronger.
Let's begin.
"Uncle Zhuang Sen!" Dark green steel wings, the image of a lion appeared, and the original Zhuang Sen of the First Legion appeared on Devenhill's left side.
"Uncle St. Giles!" Bright red tears of blood, white wings spread out, and the original St. Giles of the Ninth Legion appeared on his right side.
"Please lend me your power!" Devenhill shouted in the storm, "Angel of Vengeance!"
"Fuse! Sublimate! "
The runic sword started to change. First, a black and green lion emblem replaced the original sword guard. In the middle of the blade, a drop of crimson blood shone brightly, while a pair of pure white psionic wings unfurled from the two ends of the sword guard. A dual-colored radiance broke through the curtain of rain, causing the sky to brighten up!
Damn it, why does it feel like Uncle St. Giles' power is more violent, more bloodthirsty, and more evil?
Devenhill, who was concentrating all his power to control the Angel of Vengeance, gritted his teeth and thought.
Damn it, I can't withstand Uncle St. Giles' evil power anymore! Devenhill seized the opportunity and swung his sword, cutting through the clouds and descending from the sky, "Father, I'm here!"
Everyone on the ground saw this scene.
Borrowing power, huh? When did he learn to do that?
Laing felt the change in his son's power. His original form's spear forced back the Shalaxi demon. He laughed bitterly in his heart. Son, what will you do in the future?
What king of debt?
However, they couldn't care less about that now. Devenhill's attack was a huge problem for the other three Chaos Fiends. At the same time, it finally cut open the sky that was covered by dark clouds. A dazzling and sharp light burst out from the broken dome and shot towards the ground.
In the sky, a star was flying. It was burning fiercely, and the two long trails behind it burned the holy sun.
Everyone on the battlefield was shocked.
A twin-tailed comet!
It was a twin-tailed comet!
No matter which faction it was, they all subconsciously thought of the ancient prophecy.
Could it be …?
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