Vlad had been defeated, and the Lord of Death's defeat was one disaster after another for Brunswick.
The Three Undead Lords outside the city sensed Vlad's defeat. Gul and Luthor Haken still wanted to fight, but the Lich King Akerhan decided to retreat.
As everyone knew, Akerhan's loyalty to Vlad was limited. If Vlad was still around, he would naturally listen to his orders. But if Vlad wasn't around, Akerhan's goal would still be to resurrect his master, Nagash. Vlad himself was well aware of this, but his absolute pride as an old noble of Nikohara and his absolute confidence as the Lord of Death made him believe that he wouldn't screw up. To Vlad, Akerhan's loyalty was unlimited.
However, Vlad had been defeated. The Death Lord had taken the ultimate move that was originally meant for Leon and had died twice in a row. This time, he wouldn't be able to revive so quickly. Seeing this, Arkham ordered a retreat. The undead army obeyed Arkham's orders and gradually retreated from the outskirts of Brunswick.
This caused the Nur army to be under great pressure.
The battle was still going on in Rundstedt Castle. The Nur army in black armor was guarding the streets under the command of Frey Derick and Noel. The undead army in the city had all dispersed following Vlad's defeat.
"Hold on! Hold on! " Frey Derick had also been fighting for more than ten hours. He knew that the Nur army was exhausted, so he rode his horse and galloped through the streets, rallying his men to hold on.
"My Baron, do we still have reinforcements? Anything will do! "
"Yes, there will be reinforcements!" Frey Derick shouted something that even he didn't believe.
"Then where will they come from?"
"If I say there will be reinforcements, then there will be reinforcements!" Frey Derick didn't know how to answer these questions. He could only shout in a rough manner, "Just listen to me!"
After charging through several streets, Frey Derick arrived at the frontlines. Behind two steam tanks was the sturdy shield formation of the Nur Halberd Legion. There were also a squad of great swordsmen and Noel was commanding the troops. When the avatar of the Goddess of War saw Frey Derick, she asked, "Frey? What's the situation? "
"We may die together, Noelle." Frey Derick dismounted from his horse. He stretched out his hands and held his fiancée's hands. He smiled bitterly. "The undead army is gone. We are the only ones left."
"Not just ours." The rose on Noel's cheek was still as bright as ever. The avatar of the Goddess of War shook her head. "And everyone, and the soldiers, and the people of Brunswick. Frey, you must remember that I am with you. The soldiers of Nur are with you. The people of the Empire are with you."
"Life is like a journey. What matters is not the destination. What matters is the scenery and the mood of the scenery along the way." Noel stretched out her arms and bravely expressed her feelings to Frey Derick, her fiancé. "In the first light of dawn, the golden sun will illuminate the earth again. The plains will be green and lush. On both sides of the road, there will be churches, castles, and prosperous markets. The gates of the cities will be open. The flag of your family will hang down along the city gates. There will be soldiers on both sides. They will sing your name and tell your story. Your traces will be left in the entire country, the entire race, and every corner of the world."
"That sounds good." Frey Derick thought of his grandfather's story.
Was the Imperial Emperor dead?
Yes, for a long time, ten thousand years, the Imperial Emperor was dead.
But was the Imperial Emperor still alive?
Yes, although the Imperial Emperor's body was dead, his influence, his name, his traces, his beliefs, and his will were spread in every corner of the galaxy. It seemed that he was still alive.
Some people were alive, but he was dead.
Some people were dead, but he was still alive.
"Then, let's fight!" Frey Derick suddenly felt a powerful force rising from his body.
Facing the cruel reality, Frey Derick had no choice. He had played all the cards in his hand, but he was still faced with a desperate situation. Frey Derick knew that he had to make a choice. He could choose to stay and burn with the city to ashes to fight a desperate war.
Or, he could choose to order the Nur Army to retreat and give up his defense area. It would not be difficult to escape while the Army of Chaos had suffered heavy losses and the Brittany's Crusade Army was waiting for him outside the city. However, doing so meant that he had chosen to give up his people, give up the civilians hiding behind the Nur Army, and give up his duty in order to survive.
So, how should he choose?
"Yes, the Army of Chaos will win, but we are destined to lose." Frey Derick smiled and clenched the Rune Tooth in his hand. The young baron was like a vigorous lion cub. He said to all the Nur Army present, "Soldiers, there is bad news. The enemy is five times our number!"
The Nur Army immediately fell silent.
"But there is good news. I still have ten bullets!"
"Hahahaha!" The Nur Army burst into laughter. What a classic Nur joke! We love it!
Frey Derick walked in the formation of the Great Swordsman. The baron smiled and said, "Are you confident in your marksmanship?"
"Yes!"
"Then it's over! Aim and shoot! "
"Yes, sir!" The Nur Army was excited again. The soldiers shouted Frey Derick's name, and a group of pegasus knights in the sky seemed to have heard the commotion and flew over the city wall.
"It's father! Father is here to support us! " Frey Derick's eyes lit up. The leading Gryphon, Impris, carried the heavily injured Laing. Behind him were Brittany Marshal François, Duke Kakason, Veronica, and a dozen Holy Grail Knights.
"It's Laing!"
"Laing is here! Laing is here! "
The Army of Chaos retreated when they saw Laing's original body. A few thousand Chaos Army could charge against the steam cannons of the Nur Tanks, but they would flee the moment they saw Laing. The Nur Army was speechless and could not help but shake their heads.
The fear of Laing was deeply engraved in the bones of the Chaos Army. There was news on the city wall that Laing fought against four Chaos Demons alone and killed four groups of Chaos Army. This strength was heaven-defying.
"Dad!" Frey Derick ran to Laing. His eldest son was so excited that he could not control himself, but he could only stand in front of Laing. Looking at his brilliant father, who could scare thousands of Chaos Army away even though he was heavily injured, Frey Derick felt a mixture of unwillingness, admiration, jealousy, and admiration. He thought for a few seconds and knelt down on one knee. "Dad, you're finally here. Mom has been waiting for you for a long time."
Laing walked down with the help of Duke Kakason and Veronica with a complicated expression. He looked at Frey Derick's face that was blackened by smoke and war, his tattered robe and cloak, and his shield that was full of axe marks. His father's voice trembled slightly. "You've become darker and thinner."
"Is that so?" Frey Derick only felt a lump in his throat, but his son gritted his teeth and raised his head, looking straight at Laing's face. "I feel that my body is better and stronger."
"When a god assigns a great responsibility to a mortal, he must first torment his mind and work his muscles and bones." Laing's eyes flashed. He nodded slightly and signaled Frey Derick to stand up. "You've fought well in the recent few battles."
"That's all thanks to the support of all the soldiers and the three armies." Frey Derick, however, did not accept Laing's praise.
The father and son looked at each other. The father narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to re-evaluate his eldest son. The son was full of stubbornness, but he had to be suppressed by the father's aura. He could not look straight at Laing's eyes, so he could only lower his head slightly.
Standing beside Laing, Veronica sighed softly. The female speaker knew a little about the competition between Suria and Emilia, as well as the competition between Laing's eldest son and his youngest son. Frey Derick did not grow up by Laing's side. Of course, the Empire's Nur people would never allow Frey to receive knight's education by Laing's side. This caused the father and son to be somewhat estranged.
Was Frey Derick convinced by his father?
He was convinced but not convinced. Whether it was prestige, strength, achievements, or skills, he could not compare with his father, Laing. And it was not just a little, but a few levels lower. Frey had to admit that he was convinced. He had done many things because of Laing's remaining prestige. Without his father's support, he would not have been so successful.
There was no need to talk about the problem of not being convinced. You know.
Between father and son, there was restraint and awkwardness, but there was also honesty between father and son.
The son would always fight with his father to become a man.
"Get ready. We're going to support the Empire's palace," Laing said to Frey Derick.
"Just us?" Frey Derick opened his mouth wide. "Father, are your injuries okay?"
"Why are you talking so much nonsense?" Laing looked into the distance of the palace. The twin-tailed comet was above the Empire's palace. Knight King was about to say something, but he suddenly felt the whole world shake. The endless wind of magic was broken!
The great whirlpool was liberated!
"Quick!"
… I am the dividing line between father and son …
Karl-franz leaned on the golden chain that usually held the divine hammer, Gail Maraz. The golden chain that used to hang the divine hammer was now empty. He was covered in blood and dying. His right arm was cut off by Otto's scythe, and blood stained the steps.
The Emperor suddenly realized that he had always overestimated his strength.
His best friend, Laing Macado, once "evaluated" Emperor Karl-franz, saying that he was the greatest political master of the Empire since Ludwig, a genius in diplomacy, an excellent strategist, and a qualified duelist.
Karl-franz was very happy to receive such a high evaluation from Laing, but he was also a little unhappy. Laing's evaluation was very simple: the Emperor was the best at internal affairs and diplomacy, and had no problem leading troops. However, he used a roundabout tone to clearly indicate that the Emperor's military was better than his military strategy, and that he would be better than his personal strength.
Karl-franz only realized that he had always overestimated his strength when the Emperor was punched by Otto and lost his ability to resist. He was invincible in duels, and a large part of his unparalleled strength came from the divine hammer, Gail Maraz. This divine weapon, which was the heirloom of the dwarves and the heirloom of the Empire, could increase the user's strength tenfold and provide a 100% armor and magic penetration effect.
With Gail Maraz in hand, the Emperor might still be able to fight Grote and his brothers, but without the divine hammer, the Emperor's strength could only be said to be so-so. He was, after all, a mortal. He realized that he did not have the strength to fight against these mutants and the chosen ones of the evil gods. The enemy was too strong. He had just stabbed Gurrit with the Rune Tooth, but it was useless. It was just a wound.
Then who else could fight against the evil gods?
What about everything we've been holding on to all this time?
The silver seal shone, sustaining the Emperor's shaky life. His remaining left arm was still firmly holding the Dragonfang Sword. He could only watch as Matak and the second brother of the three brothers fought, as Death Claw and Gurrit battled, and as Matak's two-headed griffin was dismembered by Otto, with its innards scattered all over the ground.
The Empire's Royal Grand Wizard, Gregg Matak, and Ezrak were engaged in a spellcasting duel. Compared to Gail, Matak was far inferior in terms of strength and resistance to Chaos. His Amber Spear was defeated by Ezrak's Plague spell. The wizard opposite him was far stronger than him. The good boy of Nurgle could pull out endless magical power from the realm of Chaos and throw it directly at him. As the power of fear grew, Matak found that a pustule had formed on his forearm. He felt that his staff was being distorted. Its marrow was gradually being corroded and began to resist him. It was gradually being transformed into a monstrous filth from Marienburg to Ostmark that destroyed the Empire.
Matak was terrified. He quickly summoned a flock of crows and turned to flee. The shouting of the Empire's Royal Grand Wizard attracted a group of Chaos Warriors and Orcs to chase after him, but no matter what, he still escaped.
The Emperor found that he didn't blame Matak at all. He had done his best, hadn't he?
In the nick of time, Marshal Rick Helberg and Griffin Duke Ivan arrived. Rick's Praetorian Guards, Griffin Knights, and less than 30 War Court Guards who were responsible for guarding the palace made their last stand.
The Emperor saw Duke Ivan, who was already more than 120 years old, fighting with all his might against Ezrak. The silver Griffin Sword shone again and again.
The Emperor saw that Helberg was fighting like a cornered beast. The old marshal was obviously no match for Otto. He fought with pure passion and pure anger, and actually forced Otto to retreat for a while. But the old marshal's physical strength was already exhausted. It was only a matter of time before he lost.
Death Claw and Gurrit were entangled in a fight and fell into the Empire's garden.
The Emperor saw his Praetorian Guards, the Empire's pride, the Griffin Knights, and the War Court Guards who symbolized the last defense of the palace fall one by one. Those familiar and unfamiliar faces, those once lively names, died one by one. Karl-franz couldn't help but cry. He wanted to tell everyone that they were wrong. There was no way to defeat Chaos. So what if they could defeat Grote and his brothers here? Half of the Empire's territory had fallen. The Chaos army was still rampant. The Eternal Chosen One's main force hadn't even moved. The Empire was still sinking in corruption.
Karl-franz spent his life training his subjects to understand that they had to fight, they had to never surrender, and they had to follow the sword.
The Emperor didn't know what else he could do to save his Empire. He didn't know at all.
He struggled hard and tried to get up. There were already Chaos champions who couldn't wait to kill the Emperor. Ivan, the Griffin Duke, stood in front of the Emperor and fought hard. After taking three plague spells from Ezrac, Ivan finally became sluggish. Ezrac laughed and smashed the old duke's head with his staff. The long plague spear pierced Ivan's eye socket. Ivan stabbed the silver sacred sword into Ezrac's shoulder and forced him to retreat. He then fell beside the Emperor. He looked at the Emperor with his remaining eye. "Your Majesty … Don't give up … It's not over yet … It's not over yet."
After that, the eyes of Laing's Godfather, the old duke who had led the Griffin Knights for sixty years gradually widened. He loosened his clenched fists.
"Ivan!" Karl-franz called his name painfully, but he didn't get any response.
Similarly, the short duel between Helberg and Otto had also ended. The old general was no match for Otto. As Helberg's stamina hit rock bottom, the old general's movements changed. Otto took the opportunity to pull the edge of the scythe down. The evil curved edge pierced deeply into Helberg's breastplate and cut open his flesh. With supernatural strength, Otto raised the scythe and threw Helberg's body out. The scythe slid out of his flesh and blood and tore open his chest.
Helberg also drew a long arc in the air and fell beside the Emperor. Marshal Rick saw the Emperor again. The madness in the old general's eyes gradually dissipated. He reached out and held the Emperor's left hand tightly. With a last glimmer of hope, Helberg took a deep breath and exhaled. "Stand up, Emperor. Stand up. Continue … the battle. Persevere … the battle."
Marshal Rick, who had borne countless curses and responsibilities, looked at the Emperor and waited for his answer.
"Then, let's fight." A second later, Karl-franz was no longer in despair. He slowly calmed down. Looking at Helberg's eager eyes, the Emperor nodded slowly, but he couldn't stop his tears from flowing.
Helberg finally showed a gratified expression. The light in Marshal Rick's eyes disappeared. His body was completely limp. He lay motionless at the edge of the altar, his armor soaked in blood.
All the glory, all the sin, and all the pain dissipated with Helberg's death. Helberg finally smiled. The torture of the past few months was over. He was free.
Karl-franz struggled to get up, holding the Rune Tooth with one arm. The wound on his right shoulder was still bleeding.
Yes, the Army of Chaos will win, and we are destined to lose.
But so what? Have we ever been afraid? I will fight with Chaos to the end! I will give everything I have to this battle between good and evil. I will tell Chaos, do you want this city?
You have to ask me if I agree or not!
I am the country, I am the world!
Empire? I am the Empire!
Do you want to defeat my Empire?
Then you have to step over my dead body!
"Do these Southerners not know what failure is?" Otto looked at the cockroach-like Southern Emperor with an annoyed expression. "Servants of the God of Cowardice, listen to the truth: the rule of humans is over."
"At least …"
"Hmm?"
"At least I still have the Sword of the Dragon Tooth!"
Under the golden light of the Hall of Holy Hammer, the one-armed Emperor launched his last charge.
Otto then waved his plague scythe. With the sound of muscles and tendons tearing, a long blood mark was splattered in front of the altar.
The Emperor's arms were cut off.
Otto kicked Carl Franz again, and he fell in front of the altar in the Holy Hammer Hall. He breathed heavily and looked at the three brothers in front of him.
Otto pried open the fingers of the Emperor's left arm, picked up the Rune Tooth, and waved it with a roar of victory. Then, like a conqueror, he raised the Sword of the Dragon Tooth and easily sent it into the Emperor's chest.
Everything in the Hall of Holy Hammer fell silent, and the sound of the blade piercing through flesh rang out.
Karl-franz, the Emperor of the Empire, the Kurfürst, the Elder Prince of Brunswick, the Grand Duke of Brunswick, the bearer of the Silver Seal, the holder of the Rune Tooth, and the inheritor of all the sacred heritage from the sea to the Border Mountains of Charlemagne, finally stopped breathing.
The Emperor was dead.
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