The Brittany Crusade Army outside the city had less than fifty thousand soldiers left, and they were exhausted after several hours of battle. The battle had lasted from morning to afternoon, and only the Northka Dwarves could still maintain a certain level of combat power.
Laing was also badly injured, and he could barely stand with his spear. Although he did not suffer the consequences of having his limbs cut off with the power of Oblivion, the previous injury and mental pain had made him collapse. His original body knew that his internal organs were bleeding, and his lungs were in excruciating pain due to the severe internal bleeding. Every breath was as painful as being scraped by a steel knife, and his mouth and nose were filled with the smell of rust. The only thing the Sun King could do now was to stand, and that was all he could do. Laing's eyes were seeing stars as he panted desperately. "Pass down the order, the army is to regroup. We must save Brunswick before the palace falls. If Charlemagne's throne falls, the blow to the Empire will be fatal."
"Your Majesty, you are badly injured." Marshal Leimon said, but he was not much better himself. He had two axe wounds, a sword wound, a javelin hole on his shoulder, and a scratch on his thigh. If it were not for Morgiana's group healing, Leimon would have died here today. "We don't have the ability to enter the city quickly."
"Why?" Laing felt his vision turning black, and he was about to faint.
"Because there are still more than eighty thousand Nurgle soldiers outside the city. The Chaos Army has dissipated, but they are still here!" Leimon quickly said. He waved his hand, and a team of Old Guard great swordsmen rushed over and helped Laing back. "We think we must regroup first, Your Majesty!"
"Damn it!" Laing closed his eyes in pain. "Is it still not enough? Or … "
The wild laughter of Nurgle and the cries of the Goddess of Mercy came from the Shrine of Shaliah in the city. Just as Laing was about to give up, the Nurgle army in front of him charged again. Thousands of Northka barbarians enjoyed the aftershock of the Nurgle rain, and their wounds healed again. A total of four teams of Forsaken finally received the blessing of Nurgle, and directly transformed into Warriors of Chaos on the battlefield.
"Protect the king." Raymond hurriedly gave the order, and more Old Guard charged from the rear. Laing could feel that the Old Guard was the most well-organized army, with close to two thousand men remaining. Firstly, it was because Laing had used it as a reserve. Secondly, Suria had personally led the Old Guard into battle many times, and this unit was protected by the group buffs of the Angel Faction.
"Laing!" A vacuum appeared on the battlefield where the Chaos Demonic Army had disappeared. Suria hurried over and shielded Laing behind her, signaling the Old Guard to retreat in an orderly manner.
"Absolute Frost Domain!" Female Tsar Katarina's Kislöw Guards had arrived.
"Flaming Storm!" Veronica's witches had also arrived.
Looking at the Winged Cavalry and Kislöw's Kesa Warriors passing by, Laing was supported by Suria. He smiled bitterly and said, "Madam, I'm afraid I can't do it."
"You've done very well, my husband." Suria said softly, "Leave the rest to us."
"Ready!" The Dwarven Troll Hammer's rocket launchers continued to move forward. "Reload! Fire!"
A series of rockets blasted the entire team of Chaos Demonic Warriors into the sky.
Not far away, two Dwarven Colossi were still fighting. More than half of the Northmen's Behemoth Army had been killed, but both sides had no intention of stopping.
Laing nodded slowly. Even if he had defeated the Chaos Demonic Army, victory was still very far away. According to the intelligence, even if he could wipe out Grote's vanguard, there were still at least a million men in Eichann's main forces in the Chaos Wasteland.
A million men … Laing could not help but smile bitterly at the thought. The Sun King could not help but look at the twin-tailed comet in the sky that was slowly approaching Brunswick.
Legend had it that when the Empire encountered the most dangerous and terrible disaster, Emperor Charlemagne or Emperor Ludwig the Savior would return. The symbol of their return was the twin-tailed comet.
But this twin-tailed comet had been flying in the sky for almost three years. Brother, are you reliable or not?
How much fighting power can the Sacred War Army have left after such a huge loss in this battle?
Can we still make it in time?
Laing was escorted by the Old Guard and dragged back to the Sacred War Army's camp by Suria and Silvia. What he needed to do was stop the bleeding. Due to his high magic resistance, almost all healing spells and divine spells had no effect on him. Laing's own psionic power was also exhausted, so Laing could only use the simplest bandages and the wood elves' potions to stop the bleeding.
Even so, Ryan insisted that he had to stand in the middle of everyone.
No one in the Sacred War Army objected to this.
Because as long as Laing stood here, as long as he stood with the knights and soldiers, the morale of the Brittany Army would be worlds apart.
He was the symbol of victory, and he and the flag of the Iris Flower behind him were the soul of Brittania's army!
"Then, will that star be our turning point?"
While Laing was still retreating under protection, François, Berchemund, Kalad, and the others who had just retreated from the frontlines and were also covered in injuries conversed in the camp.
As soon as they gathered, everyone learned that Duke Montfort had also died in battle. The deputy commander of the Coldstream Guards, Philip Mountbatten, had also died in battle. Their commander, Oudino, was also seriously injured. The Coldstream Guards had almost been scattered, with less than 400 people left.
Now, the Norsk Dwarves and Kislöw were fighting the Chaos Tribe. The Brittany Army temporarily retreated and reorganized.
The Wood Elves had also suffered great losses. The Aralos Tribe had been defeated. The Wood Elf Hero was still trying to reorganize his army. Aleil's army had also chosen to retreat. The Twilight Sisters could not fight anymore.
"Now, we can only hope that the double-tailed comet is really as the legends say." Francois's face was as pale as a sheet of paper. Leon's father-in-law was covered in wounds, and he had lost almost two liters of blood. If he wasn't the Great Holy Grail, his family's heirloom armor, the divine weapon Unicorn Sword, and the cloak blessed by Morgiana's holy water, he would have died many times over. Of course, the more important reason was that his heart ached. Of the four thousand knights that Winford sent out, less than two thousand were left. The unicorn guards had been reduced from one thousand to five hundred and sixty-one. His father-in-law was heartbroken. These were all good soldiers that he had trained!
No matter how noble the Holy Grail Knights were, François could fight to the death on the battlefield for something that involved his core interests. However, at this moment, he was still heartbroken about his loss. He muttered to himself, "Is it really worth it?"
"I can't fight anymore. The enemy is all tough cans. Plus, there are the giant beasts. If this continues, all of our excellent Brittany Knights will die here." Marshal Berchemund also took off his helmet. His cheek had been cut by a Chaos Champion's axe. The old duke shook his head angrily. "Damn it, how many Northmen have come? We have to clean up the Norsk Mountains every few years. The land in the north is barren. It's basically impossible to grow crops. Fishing and hunting are limited, and there's always a civil war. How did the Northmen do it? It can't be like planting wheat, where the Northmen ripen twice a year, right? "
"Only the lady knows." Kalad was still very serious. One of the wings of the dragon and golden eagle on his cross helmet had been cut off. "We've never dared to go deep into the Norsk Mountains. The only time we've done so in recent years was when Oleg von Zhukov went deep."
Everyone knew what happened to Oleg when he went deep into the Norsk Mountains. Everyone was silent.
You want to reason with the Chaos?
The marshals and generals waited for about a minute before Marshal Armanrick came in. "The situation is bad. We have to retreat and regroup."
"Wait, where's Lord Lauren?" Juan, the sharp-eyed Duke of Magritte, couldn't find Lauren anywhere.
"Lord Armanrick, did Lauren not receive the news of retreat?" Hagan, Duke of Gisoleiox hurriedly asked.
"Lauren, he … brought the Royal Pegasus Knights' Sky Host into the city." Armanrick shook his head.
"The city?"
While Laing was fighting the three ultimate demons outside the city, a fierce battle was also going on in Brunswick.
The chief demon of Nurgle, Ku-Gaz, and the champion of Nurgle, Festus, gave up on attacking the Nur's defensive perimeter and turned to attack the temple of the Goddess of Mercy. As Vlad predicted, Ku-Gaz and Festus planned to hold a 'harvest ritual' in the main temple of the Goddess of Mercy. This ritual would pull the entire city into the realm of Chaos and become part of the Garden of Nurgle.
At this time, the Goddess of Mercy's bishop, Margarita, made some efforts. She poured Shalia's holy water into the ditch around the main temple. The pure water blessed by the Goddess of Mercy prevented the Chaos Demons from forcefully breaking through and bought some time for the main temple's defense. Three reserve militia companies, four provincial companies of the Empire, and a team of whippers. These soldiers used their lives to resist the attack of the Nurgle army and placed their hopes on the almost impossible reinforcements.
The holy water was effective against ordinary Nurgle demons, but it had little effect on the chief demon of Nurgle, Ku-Gaz. Ku-Gaz directly broke through the temple's defense line and smashed open the door.
Seeing that victory was right in front of their eyes, an ear-piercing groan and the sound of bones rubbing against each other came from a courtyard far away from the temple.
In an instant, groups of undead swarmed in from dozens of streets and alleys and gathered in front of the demons behind Ku-Gaz and Festus.
At the head of the undead was the Elector of Sylvania, Vlad Von Karstein. His fingers rubbed the edge of Bloodthirst as a cold smile appeared on his pale and twisted face.
Ear-piercing screams and the sound of horns came from the sky, as well as the battle cries of Brittany's peerless warriors.
The blue sky above the temple was covered by the wings of the pegasi.
As a united front, the living and the dead launched a charge.
Hordes of graveyard guards followed the black knights under Vlad's command as they slaughtered their way through the center of the Nurgle army. The Death Lord's incantation turned all the Nurgle demons into purple crystals. Vlad looked at the enemies with too much AOE in disdain, thinking that the undead would never have such a problem. He waved his [Blood Drinker Sword] and slaughtered his way through the Nurgle demons, and more undead soldiers followed him into the battlefield.
This really angered Fega and Festus. Facing the joint charge of the Brittany knights and the undead black knights, taking down Shalia's main temple seemed to be a very troublesome matter. At this time, the double-tailed comet that appeared in the clouds caused Fega and Festus's expressions to change drastically. "It's the star! It's that star! "
"We have to hurry!" Kugas had no choice. He had the ultimate move that Nurgle bestowed upon him to 'kill Laing'. He should not have used it here, but he had no choice now.
The Nurgle demon frowned, its happy expression gradually turning gloomy. As it chanted an incantation, a goose-eared stalagmite seed was extracted from Kugas' body and shot into Vlad's body.
Vlad was proud of his strength. He arrogantly used Bloodthirst to flick the seed away, and even sniffed the scent on the blade, showing disdain for the Nurgle demon's little trick.
Even so, Vlad's pride cost him dearly. The seeds flew back into his body after being ejected twice from the rubble, and in the blink of an eye, Vlad's entire body was consumed by the power of infection. The Lord of Death was covered in poisonous moss from head to toe, with terrifying mold growing out of it. His body had turned into a tree of flesh, emitting the stench of decay and decay. Then, the Lord of Death collapsed with a loud bang amidst his agonizing struggles, breaking into pieces of rigid white powder and gravel. His undead army trembled but did not vanish.
Kougas also paid a heavy price for his distraction. While he was focusing all his attention on defeating Vlad, Laun's attack had already arrived. The divine artifact Sword of Kougas seized the moment when Kougas controlled the Goose-Eared Stalagmite Seed to infest Vlad and cut open his throat.
Kugas, who was slow to react, punched Laun's beloved mount, Biquis, beneath a nearby statue and finished off the beast that had accompanied Laun for decades. However, Laun's resolve was incomparably firm. The Regent of the Kingdom told himself that if he could defeat Fega and Festus here, there might still be hope for Brunswick.
So be it!
A man's life, a knight's life, should not be born for this, and die for this?
My father Louis, my mother, my son Matthew Bard, and that washerwoman … The figures of his family vaguely appeared in front of Laun's eyes. The Regent of the Kingdom roared and continued to send the Sword of Kolona into Kugas's body.
Kugas roared and struggled, but it was no use. Every wound it inflicted on Laun was a drop of golden 'sacred blood' from the Grail Knight. This golden blood was filled with the blessing of the Goddess of the Lake, which was much more powerful than Shalia's. The golden blood burned the demon's flesh and was more effective than any strong acid, dissolving its physical body like a piece of charred wood thrown into a pile of mold.
Worse, the sacred blood dripped into the demon's festering chest.
Gradually, Kugas's struggle weakened, and Laun seized the opportunity to pierce the Sword of Kolona through the rotten and festering black heart of the chief demon of Nurgle. The demon's soul bubbled and returned to nothingness, leaving only a burning stain.
Laun, who was seriously injured, fell to the ground. The Regent of the Kingdom looked at his results with great pride. The chief demon of Nurgle had lost unjustly, and he had won with some tricks. However, there was no need to talk about chivalry when dealing with chaos demons. Killing them all and letting them go back to where they belonged was the best chivalry virtue.
Then, only the enemy in front of him was left. Laughan noticed that the last few pegasus knights had been killed by Festus. The last few pegasus knights swelled, screamed, and exploded. Blood dripped down like dirty rain from both men and horses.
It was not over yet!
Although Laun was exhausted and had lost a lot of blood, the Regent of the Kingdom resolutely guarded the door of the main temple of the Goddess of Mercy behind him. He stepped down the stairs and challenged Festus.
Almost all the Empire's defenders had died in battle, and there were only fragile patients behind the door. The Goddess of Mercy was only a nun who knew how to cure diseases.
As a knight, protecting the weak and fighting for justice was his responsibility and obligation.
Is there anything more glorious than what I am doing now? Laun could not help but smile.
That was enough.
The two sides immediately engaged in a great battle. Festus was a little anxious and used all his trump cards, but it gave Laun an opportunity. The more anxious Festus was, the slower he was. After a dozen rounds of close combat, Laun seized the opportunity. He tensed his shoulders, turned over, and stabbed his sword. The glowing sword pierced deeply into Festus's internal organs. This blow was enough to kill an ordinary champion of Nurgle.
Unfortunately, Laun miscalculated. Festus was not an ordinary Chosen of Chaos. As the champion of Nurgle, his entire body was blessed by Nurgle. Before Laun pulled out his sword, Festus endured the pain of his internal organs burning and took out a potion bottle from behind him and smashed it on Laun's face.
Laun staggered back and howled in anger and pain. His entire face was melted, and his forehead bone was exposed.
Taking advantage of this opportunity, Festus took out another meat hook from his belt and cut open Laun's throat with the jagged bone blade. Under the fury of the champion of Nurgle, the bone blade sawed back and forth, and golden blood rained down on Festus. Festus was in extreme pain, but he was not Kugas. He had a physical body, flesh, and blood.
Finally, the Regent of the Kingdom stopped struggling. Festus grabbed his hair and was about to twist his head off when a sharp greatsword pierced through his chest from behind.
Vlad the Duke of Death was resurrected. His face was full of anger after being tricked. Von Castein's ring shone brightly. Vlad swore that this was the second time he had been enraged since his resurrection. The Duke of Death took out his secret weapon, an oak spear that he had sharpened on the spot, and pierced through Festus's body and heart.
Oak was an extremely inert wood. As soon as it entered Festus's body, it madly absorbed the life energy of Nurgle and broke the balance that Festus was trying to maintain. Vlad then injected the thick wind of death brought by the power of Nagash into Festus's body. The champion of Nurgle immediately mutated, and his body was covered in amethyst and turned into a statue.
The Witch Doctor Lord fell.
Laun also fell. In the last moment of his life, the Regent of the Kingdom glanced at Vlad. The two looked at each other, and the Duke of Death also sighed and nodded at him. He pulled out his Bloodthirsty Sword and gave a standard Von Castein salute to this respectable Knight of the Holy Grail. Then, he signaled the undead army to clean up the nearby Nurgle army. Without the power of Kugas and Festus, the Nurgle army had begun to dissipate. It was only a matter of time before they were defeated by Vlad.
Then, that was enough.
Laun lay powerlessly on the sturdy floor of the temple. The Regent of the Kingdom looked at the sky for the last time. He felt his consciousness fading away, and endless darkness was swallowing him up. But in its place was a peaceful, tranquil utopia full of grasslands, forests, and lakes. The Lady stood in front of the Moon Shrine, and smiled at him with tears falling down her face.
"You've worked hard, Laun Leo Cornwall. Truly, you've worked hard."
"My Lady …" Laun's blurred consciousness softly murmured.
"You have a clear conscience to your family, you have a clear conscience to your country, you have a clear conscience to the spirit of chivalry, and you have a clear conscience to me, Laun Leo Cornwall." The Goddess wiped away her tears and opened her arms to welcome Laun.
"That is enough." Laun said his last words. He struggled to smile one last time. The nuns of the Goddess of Mercy surrounded him and called out the name of the hero. But he could not hear anything.
Just like that, with the victory of the defensive battle and the resolution of the crisis of Brunswick being dragged into the Garden of Nurgle, amidst the cries of the people, surrounded by the living and the dead, and on the stone slab of the main shrine of the Goddess of Mercy, the regent of the Kingdom of Brittany, Marshal of Brittany, Duke Lauen Leo Cornwall, had fallen.
This was the seventh marshal of Brittany to fall in battle.
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