Emperor Karl-franz and the Empire's chief wizard, Matak, landed in the courtyard of the palace. Despite the fact that there were poisonous weeds growing on the ground, the Emperor and the chief wizard were relieved to find that the resistance outside was still ongoing. There were no enemies in the courtyard for the time being.
"Emperor, this is not a good choice." Matak fell to the ground on his two-headed griffin. He was not an excellent rider. Compared to the Emperor's skillful riding skills, he was like a rookie. Seeing that Karl-franz insisted on landing in the palace, Matak shook his head. "Our best choice is to go to the zoo. The second best choice is to go to the southeast. Do you see that? The Nur's flag with a golden lion on a black background is still flying above Rundstedt Castle. "
"What makes you think that the Nur army will listen to my command?" The Emperor was stunned for a moment. Then, he flipped over and got off the Death Claw. "Because Deven is my godson?"
"Because you are the Emperor of the Empire!" Matak insisted.
"It is precisely because I am the Emperor of the Empire that I must be here. I must face the enemy who dares to challenge my authority in the palace!" Karl-franz scolded. "You saw their army. You know how close they are!"
"It's impossible for us to defeat the three Grote brothers, Your Majesty." Matak was still trying his best to persuade him. "I know how powerful they are."
"I know that too." The Emperor seemed to regret his previous tone. He thought for a moment and said softly, "Matak, you know that I owe you my life. You saved me. I will allow you to do whatever you want, including but not limited to going to the zoo, seeking help from the Nur army, or even riding the two-headed griffin to find a way out. I will allow you to do anything. But I am the Emperor of the Empire. It is my responsibility to protect the Empire. Do not stop me. This is my destiny."
After that, Karl-franz glanced at the old crooked tree that had grown out of the Hall of the Holy Hammer in the courtyard of the palace. The Emperor of the Empire was speechless for a long time.
Seeing this, Matak could only curse inwardly and barely keep up.
Meanwhile, the Army of Chaos had already made their way to the main hall of the palace. Almost all of the Empire's palace guards had been killed, and the Grote brothers still had about 4,000 men left.
"The twin-tailed comet is getting closer and closer. We have to hurry!"
Only Vlad's army of undead remained standing. The three vampires and Lemia and the Ashen sisters fell one after another in front of Grote and his siblings.
Vlad was forced to fight personally. The Death Lord was in a terrible state, with yellow-green mucus dripping from his body. He kept coughing and vomiting bile, but even so, he still stood in front of Grote and his siblings. "You can't pass through here!"
"Ah, it's you, you old antique necrophiliac." Otto, the eldest brother, was admiring the beautiful scenery in the palace of the Empire. The colorful glass windows, the unbelievably gorgeous chandeliers, the statues and portraits that symbolized the glorious history of the Empire, and the delicate marble floor. "Tell us your name. We three brothers don't kill nameless people!"
"My name is known by everyone from Kislöw to the Nikohala Desert," Vlad said coldly as he gripped Bloodthirst.
“？ So what's your name? "Ezrak asked." Who are you talking about? Tell us your name! "
"…" Vlad's face showed a hurt expression, and he became even angrier. "I am Vlad Von Castein, the Elector of Sylvania, the Supreme Death Lord, the Lord of Shadows, the first vampire count, the inheritor of the power of Nagash, the first King of Vampires, the husband of Isabella, the King of Darkness, and the head of the Von Castein family!"
"Is he very famous?" Otto and Ezrak looked at each other. They had never heard of Vlad's name before. In order not to lose the momentum, they imitated Vlad's tone and stammered as they made up a name for themselves. "Then let us tell you, we … we are the three brothers of Grote, Nurgle … the big brother of the good children, the destroyer of the idiots of the Empire, the patient with a lot of diseases, and Nurgle's daddy's good babies! And we're about to kill that … something … Castein's three brothers! "
"Yes, we're about to kill you, you bastard Vlad!"
"Me too!"
"Enough, you bunch of stupid Northlanders, endless pigs, same-sex breeding bugs, buzzing poisonous bees, trash dripping down from the cracks in the Supreme Heavens, Chaos Egg's toy triplets, fat pigs on the chopping board, stinky barreled rotten meat, the bitches of the Noska Mountains, the rotten fish of the Claw Sea, the professional shit-eaters of the Nursery Garden, Eichahn's lackeys, the thieves of Brunswick, the executioners of Marienburg, the deformed children born from humans and sea monsters. If this was my Sylvania, you would only be worthy of f * cking the goat's ass in the sheepfold!"
"All the curses will be reflected!" Otto screamed.
"Your rebound is ineffective!" Azrak shouted. "You scoundrel, you bastard! We are the good eggs, good eggs! "
"Me too!" Gurrit even farted and spurted out a stream of sticky, yellow-brown fluid.
"You, you, you, you, each and every one of you! Humph! Humph! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!"
Without further ado, the two sides began to fight. Vlad fought against the three brothers by himself.
Even though Vlad's strength had deteriorated severely, his swordsmanship and magic were exquisite enough to give him the right to fight against the three brothers. His Bloodthirsty Sword clashed with Otto's Plague Scythe, and his magic resisted Azrak's Plague Magic. At the same time, the Death Lord dodged Gurrit's attacks.
Just like that, in front of the throne of the Empire's emperor, the undead and Chaos fought. There were no signs of humans.
Grote and his brothers couldn't take down Vlad even after giving it their all, and could only contend with him. Vlad, a dual cultivator of magic and martial arts, danced around the brothers' attacks like a bat, keeping his eyes fixed on his target — his eldest brother, Otto. The Lord of Death could sense that Otto was the leader of the three brothers. He was more intelligent (compared to his two younger brothers), and was the backbone of the trio.
Once the target was confirmed, Vlad immediately swung his sword. The vampire twisted his body in the air and easily dodged Otto's scythe. Then, Vlad unleashed a Curse of Time to negate Ezrac's Life Growth. Seizing the opportunity, the Army of Death slashed Otto's wrist with Bloodthirst and jammed the edge of the Scythe of Pestilence under Otto's hand. Then, Vlad stepped on the scythe and looked up. "So, this is the end."
The Lord of Death grabbed Otto's wrist and turned it 180 degrees. Otto felt a little pain and was about to retaliate when Vlad's [Blood Drinker Sword] pierced his heart from behind.
"Brother!"
"Brother!!!"
Azrak and Gurit screamed while Otto fell to his knees weakly. Vlad injected some Wind of Death into Otto, intending to kill him instantly. But then he coughed again and again. The Goose-Eared Stalagmite seed was still affecting his strength, and he could not extract enough Wind of Death from his body to deal a fatal blow to Otto.
Damn it, I'm running out of magic.
That was what Vlad thought. Seeing this, the Lord of Death drew his [Blood Drinker Sword] from Otto's back. Vlad was furious that he had lost this golden opportunity. He noticed that the groove of his [Blood Drinker Sword] was full of blood. Just like his thousand years of battle habits, Vlad needed more magic power, and the best source of magic power for a vampire was blood. Therefore, he subconsciously stuck out his tongue to lick the blood on his [Blood Drinker Sword] in an attempt to recover some magic power.
In the next second, Vlad's hand quickly covered his throat. The vampire's eyes bulged as he covered his mouth and retched. Then, he spat out a mouthful of stinking saliva. The Death Lord knelt on the ground and spat out black-red blood. "What … what is this?"
This was not blood at all. It was full of 'shit' called the Blessing of Nurgle!
There was poison in the shit!
"Does it taste good? Do you like it? Do you want more? " Otto got up from the ground. The wound on his chest quickly healed under the Blessing of Nurgle. His brother laughed at Vlad's stupidity, and then picked up his scythe, intending to cut off Vlad's head.
"Damn it … But … Cough … Ugh! I … Ugh! " Vlad was vomiting desperately as if a Nurgle was stuffed into his throat. The Death Lord was rolling on the ground in pain, but when he saw Otto's scythe coming down, he could only press down on his Ring of Funkastein in desperation.
In the next second, the Death Lord's head was cut off by Otto's scythe, leaving behind a headless corpse that was quickly wrapped in poisonous vines and a carpet of fungus. Vlad's body immediately petrified and turned white, turning into a pile of stone powder.
Vlad was defeated. The undead army he commanded collapsed in an instant, leaving behind a ground full of broken bones and Grote's three brothers.
Then there was only one target left!
The head of Emperor Karl-franz!
In the quiet Hall of Holy Hammer, Emperor Karl-franz and Matak each guarded one side. Matak first saw a group of bats flying through the window, and an extremely weak and tired voice shouted, "Don't give up the battle, my emperor … Don't, give up."
"Give up what?" Matak was still puzzled when the door of the Hall of Holy Hammer was knocked open.
Grote and his brothers rushed in. When they saw the emperor and the chief wizard standing in front of the two golden chains, as well as their mounts, they couldn't help but laugh out loud. "Found you, my emperor!"
"In the name of Charlemagne, I warn you, Northlander." Karl-franz drew out the Rune Fang, and the Dragon Fang Sword reflected the golden light in the Hall of Holy Hammer. "This is our country. How can you behave so atrociously? Now I warn you to withdraw from the Empire immediately, remove your depraved magic, and go back to the North. Then I can consider sparing your lives."
"Hahahaha, did you see that? Second Brother, Third Brother, he said he will forgive us!"
"I'm sick of laughing. Is this the emperor of the Empire? I love him! I love him! "
"Me too."
"This is your last chance." Emperor Karl-franz coldly pointed the tip of the Dragon Fang Sword at the three brothers. "Otherwise, don't blame my Rune Fang for being merciless!"
"Then come!" Otto shouted. Behind them, at least 300 Chosen Warriors of Nurgle and Chaos Warriors rushed into the Hall of Holy Hammer.
"Praise the Nurgle, for the love of a loving father!"
"For the Empire! For Charlemagne! "
The triplets rushed into the battlefield. Otto punched the emperor's face with all his strength, and the emperor's helmet cracked. Karl-franz's body drew a long trajectory in the Hall of Holy Hammer until his back hit the stairs below the two golden chains.
Large amounts of blood flowed quickly from the emperor's forehead until his entire face and shirt were dyed red. Karl-franz's body stiffened for a few seconds before he finally collapsed.
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