PS: It's coming, it's coming. It's the end. Let's talk about this chapter and complain a little. Yesyes!
A pincer attack from all sides and a blossoming attack from the center. This was Ryan's original battle plan. In addition to relying on the power of the incarnations, the most important premise was that Middenheim could hold on for a long time. Only when Middenheim was firmly nailed in place like a nail and restrained most of the main forces of the army of Chaos, the army of Order on the periphery would have a chance to succeed.
And now, this premise had been shattered. All the Order Incarnations outside the city, including Grand Marshal Laing, broke out in cold sweat.
Mildenheim fell just like that?
That's not right, is it? Didn't Mildenheim claim that White Wolf City would never fall as long as Yurick's Fire was not extinguished?
Is this Yurick of yours reliable?
The Brittany knights all cursed the Mildenheim garrison for failing their mission. Even the main generals, Morgiana and François, were panicking. The old man could not help but ask Laing, "Your Majesty, are there any more reinforcements?"
"It's impossible to count on any other reinforcements now. All the combative forces in the world are here." Laing's face was as black as ink. His original body couldn't help but grip the hilt of Nemesis tightly. His gaze was fixed on Mildenheim and the billowing smoke coming out of the city gates. Currently, he could confirm that Mildenheim's defenders hadn't collapsed and were still resisting. However, without the protection of the city gates, how long could the defenders of Mildenheim last?
"Father, don't you know how to teleport en masse?" Devonshire suddenly asked. "Why don't you teleport en masse to Mildenheim?"
The others were fine, but Rimanrus, who was on standby, could not help but glance at Devenhill. The old wolf helplessly reached out his hand and messed up Devenhill's hair.
"Good question." Laing was amused by his son's words. He grinned and said, "Devin, you must have read all the books in the HH series, right?"
"Yes, father." Devonshire nodded.
"Then I can ask you, during the Battle of Tera, why didn't your grandfather bring a group of Imperial Guards, and why did your Uncle Doane, Uncle Khan, and Uncle St. Giles directly teleport to Horus from the beginning?" Laing asked casually, "Instead, they waited for Horus to choose to descend his ship?"
"Uh …" Devonshire was a bit confused.
"It's extremely dangerous to use this kind of long-distance teleportation when the other party is vigilant." Laing said coldly, "In most cases, this kind of teleportation is likely to be interrupted by the other party and cause a huge backlash. It's also very likely that the teleportation will be directly blocked from the path to the mortal world and be trapped in the subspace or banished to the end of the universe. Eichahn is the eternal Chosen One blessed by the Four Gods of Chaos. He's not only a warrior, but also a very powerful mage. You want to teleport en masse in front of him?"
It wasn't that Ryan couldn't use large-scale group teleportation, but it was too dangerous. Far, far too dangerous. For military-level group teleportation, one couldn't teleport from one place to another in an instant. Instead, it required a casting process and casting time. Not only would this consume a huge amount of Ryan's spiritual energy, it would also be easy to interrupt the teleportation, and he would suffer a destructive blow during the teleportation.
"My dear, what should we do now?" Veronica supported the injured Suria, and the Sanctum Witch's face was full of anxiety.
"There's no other way!" Laing gritted his teeth and raised his spear. "Old Guard, follow me. Let's go!"
"For the Angerande clan, for Glanny and Grimnir, for the Eight Peaks Mountain!" Belega responded emotionally.
The unique sound of horns spread throughout the battlefield. The elite infantry regiments led by the old guards of Brittania, the Red Dragon Guards, and the Unicorn Guards, as well as the Holy Grail Knights led by the Red Dragon Knights Brotherhood, moved out.
Brittany's mountains moved.
The Old Guard's slogan shook the mountains and seas. Under Laing's power, a physical Rainbow Bridge formed from the land directly to the mountains of Mildenheim.
The Old Guard, the Knights of the Holy Grail, the Sworn Guards of Angerande, and a small number of elite knights and infantry followed Laing onto the Rainbow Bridge.
The final journey had begun.
"Galt!" In the Empire's army, Emperor Karl-franz also roared, "Mildenheim has fallen!"
"I know." Galt could not hold back his panic and anxiety. The great alchemist waved the Volan Staff, and a large group of golden hounds appeared and tore the Chaos Warriors apart. At least a hundred more Chaos Warriors came to reinforce them, but the number of the empire's army was decreasing by the second.
"We have to hurry, or we won't be able to see tomorrow's dawn!" Upgraded Karl waved Gail Malaz and blew up the heads of two Chosen Warriors. He could only plead with Galt in the most sincere way. "Find a way to send us into Mildenheim. This is our only hope!"
Galt's face behind the metal mask was troubled. Send everyone in at once? That was easier said than done. Did the Emperor think he could do it again because he won the surprise attack with the Stormgate?
"Galt!" Upgraded Karl roared. "Answer me!"
"My magic can't bring everyone!" The great alchemist was silent for a moment before he said, "At most, a small part of it."
"Then a small part of it!" The Emperor roared. "Hurry!"
In the end, Galt nodded his head. The great alchemist did his best to mobilize his power. A clear golden light appeared on the entire battlefield. The air was filled with flowing gold. Molten metal rushed into the sky and was reinforced. A golden bridge appeared in front of everyone. Following the emperor's shout, the Gryphon Knights, the Rik Guards, the Flaming Sun Knights, the Kalonburg Greatsword Regiment, the Blackstone Guards, the Nurr Ironclad Army, and the emperor's private army, the Griffin Greatsword Regiment, stepped onto the final battlefield, leaving behind most of the imperial army to delay the remaining enemies.
The Elven Empire's army, who saw the problem, immediately activated the Oak Roots under Alariel's command. The trees that rose from the ground opened a path for the Army of Life.
Malecis, on the other hand, chose the most dangerous option. He activated his Shadow Wind and wrapped a part of the Elven army under his command, turning them into a foul undercurrent and rushing towards Mildenheim. It was a very dangerous move, but the Eternal King had no other choice.
More than half of the Elven Empire's army left. The Elven Underground God System's God King, Pale Queen Olica, was left behind. Olica was so angry that her face turned green. She had no choice but to take over the command. She was responsible for delaying the remaining Chaos Army's main force and creating opportunities for her master and the others.
Vlad had also noticed the fall of Mildenheim. In all fairness, the Lord of Death was very reluctant to go near Mildenheim. The holy fire there would cause great damage to Vlad, but the situation was already like this. No matter how unwilling Vlad was, he had no choice but to turn into a bat and fly towards Mildenheim.
Perhaps only the incarnation of the Wind of Death did not need to worry about the army. Vlad knew that as long as he reached Mildenheim, he would have countless corpses to summon his undead army. He left Luthor Haken, Akhan, and the others behind and ordered the Terrorbeast to take Gul and head towards the mountains.
Vlad was halfway there when a beautiful figure blocked his path. She let out a peal of bell-like laughter, mixed with a demonic whisper and extreme resentment. "Where are you going? I'm here, dear. The world is about to end. Don't you want to give your wife one last hug before that? "
"…" Vlad stared at Isabella, his wife. He knew that Isabella's body had been possessed by a Nurgle demon, but she was his wife. She was still as beautiful as she was when they got married hundreds of years ago. Vlad knew that he would never give up on her. Never.
"Very well. Let's hug one last time before the world ends." Vlad gave up on rushing into the city and reappeared. The Lord of Death raised his Bloodthirster. "Come."
For the first time in history, the husband and wife began to fight again. Isabella, who was controlled by the demon, and Vlad were actually tied. Vlad was forced to use all of his sword skills and combined all of his combat experience to be able to suppress his wife. He noticed the fierce poison on Isabella's sword, which was a gift from Nurgle. Vlad could not let himself be touched by this fierce poison. Otherwise, even if he did not die, his strength would be greatly reduced.
While the city of Middenheim was on fire, the husband and wife engaged in a magnificent duel on the city wall. Every second, the Lord of Death was pouring the Wind of Death into Isabella's body, causing the great demon Nurgle who was living in Isabella's body to be in great pain. Isabella's counterattack came extremely quickly, and in the blink of an eye, Vlad's body was cut into thousands of pieces, but the Lord of Death was resurrected immediately.
The second life, Vlad rushed forward and dodged all the attacks along the way, allowing Isabella's sword to pierce through his heart. He turned around and hugged his wife's body in his arms, holding Isabella's hands behind her back. The Kurfürst's wife gasped in pain. She was not as strong as Vlad, not to mention the Lord of Death who had fused with the Wind of Death.
The third life, Vlad, who was resurrected again, pinched his wife's chin hard. The Lord of Death's eyes were full of affection. He looked at Isabella's perfect face. Every time, Isabella's beauty would intoxicate him as much as when they were newlyweds. Vlad sighed. "Accept my love, Isa, my wife."
All the words that Isabella wanted to say were blocked in her mouth. Vlad bit his wife's lips hard. Their fangs collided, and the taste of blood filled their mouths. The strong and pure Wind of Death poured into Isabella's body from Vlad's mouth. The Nurgle demon who was controlling the Kurfürst's wife screamed in desperation until Isabella turned into a withered and stiff purple crystal.
Holding back the excruciating pain, Vlad pulled the Von Kastein Ring from his finger before his wife died completely and put it on Isabella's finger. After doing all this, Vlad pushed the purple crystal in the shape of his wife off the mountain of Mildenheim. He knelt on one knee on the city wall and smiled.
The Nurgle demon who resided in Isabella's body would die, and his wife Isabella would be reborn.
But Vlad was very weak at this moment. He vomited blood and breathed heavily. He sensed that someone was approaching him quickly from behind. Before he could react at all, he was pressed down and stood up.
Tsukizen's famous sword, Tsukikomaru Onimaru, was pressed on Vlad's shoulder and slowly extended, creating sparks on Vlad's armor. The Lord of Death's body trembled, and his tone was rather stiff. "You're here?"
"Why can't I be here?" Blood Dragon Patriarch Abo Wallace appeared behind Vlad.
"Of course you can be here. So, are you here to kill me?" Vlad could move, but it was unnecessary. He knew very well that Blood Dragon Patriarch Abo Wallace could kill him with a shake of his wrist under such circumstances. "In this case, the Wind of Death is yours."
"I'm not interested in the Wind of Death." Abo Wallace said in a low voice, "We agreed before that I owed you one, didn't we?"
"Yes."
"Now, I'm returning it to you." Tsukizen retracted his Onimaru Onimaru, and the Blood Dragon Patriarch turned his gaze towards Mildenheim. "I'm here this time to fulfill my promise with an old friend."
"Well, I wish you a good day." Vlad immediately turned into a bat and left, not daring to stay a second longer.
… I'm here to fulfill my promise …
The fall of Mildenheim was so quick that the Order Army outside the city was forced to break into pieces, each leading their own elite forces to try to break into the Mildenheim City and stop Eichaen from advancing towards Urick Castle. At the same time, the duel in the city was nearing its end.
Charlemagne's Chosen Champion, Wo Teng, and the Eternal Chosen Champion, Eichaen, were engaged in an unprecedented battle of champions.
The Light of the Divine Hammer Gail Malaz collided with the Demon's Wrath. Wo Teng's Golden Griffon Master Rune Armor and the Mark of Chaos on Moka's armor intersected with each other.
Both sides' attacks were a tyrannical dance that could not be looked at directly. Wo Teng's attacks were fierce, and Gail Malaz broke through all defenses.
Eichaen was flawless, and the Kingslayer kept spitting out sparks. The Eye of Scherren on his forehead kept observing Wo Teng's attacks, blocking Gail Malaz's every swing that was sure to succeed.
Both sides seemed to be evenly matched, but Wo Teng was a pure warrior and not a mage. Eichaen kept summoning the Demon's Flame, and the Mark of Chaos on his forehead shot out lasers. When Wo Teng tried to dodge, he had to pay a price. His thigh was hit twice by Eichaen's sword, and his shoulder was hit once by Eichaen.
Charlemagne's Chosen Champion was injured. Wo Teng endured the pain, and continued to fight energetically. Under his rallying cry, the defenders of Mildenheim were also in high spirits. More importantly, the Flame of Yuric was burning fiercely. The flames of the White Wolf God strengthened the power of every defender of Mildenheim, and suppressed the power of Chaos. The Warriors of Chaos who rushed into the city were obviously much weaker, and the Runes of Chaos on their bodies were no longer as bright.
Finally, Wo Teng seized an opportunity. He forcibly endured the Demon's Flame released by Eichaen, and used Gail Malaz to smash the top of Eichaen's shield. The top of the shield that could withstand the attack of a Chaos Demon instantly shattered. Eichaen staggered, and reluctantly took a step back.
This small victory gave Wo Teng hope, but it also left him wide open. Just as Wo Teng planned to continue to consolidate this small advantage, he suddenly felt a sharp pain behind him. Looking down, he saw three Dimensional Stone Blades piercing his chest from behind.
Wo Teng staggered a few steps forward. Charlemagne's Chosen Champion fell to the ground unwillingly, and slowly closed his eyes.
Charlemagne's Chosen Champion, the religious leader of the Empire, the mayor of Mildenheim, the hero of ten thousand, Wo Teng, fell at the gates of Mildenheim.
"No!!!" Eichaen's angry roar came faster than the celebratory voice of the Master of Death, Snick. The Eternal Chosen Champion was furious. He looked at the dead Wo Teng, and roared at Snick who was lying on the corpse of Charlemagne's Chosen Champion, "He's mine! Mine!!! "
Snick suddenly felt that something was wrong. The Master of Death was lifted up by Eichaen's hand like a little chick. He hurriedly took out a smoke bomb, and wanted to use a ninjutsu to escape. "Hide!"
But it was too late. Eichaen's Eye of Scherren had already seen through Snick's trick. The Kingslayer was sent out, and pierced through Snick's body. The Eternal Chosen Champion was furious. "You dare interrupt my duel? Die!!! "
The Right Claw of the Isin Clan and the substitute clan leader, the Master of Death, Snick, who had created hundreds of perfect assassinations all over the world, fell at the gates of Mildenheim, at the hands of the Eternal Chosen Champion.
The death of two Legends caused chaos at the gates of Mildenheim. The Mildenheim defenders saw Wo Teng killed with their own eyes, and their morale almost collapsed. Those who were afraid fled, and only a few brave warriors were still fighting with their lives on the line.
The Skaven Ratmen and most of the Army of Chaos were confused by the scene before them. Weren't the ratmen allies?
At this moment, a brave warrior saved everything.
The bounty hunter Brenner, a sacred mercenary from the Southern Kingdom, stood out. He threw out a flash grenade amidst the chaos, and drew out six consecutive revolvers from his waist. With unparalleled determination, he aimed at the enraged Eternal Chosen One, and with an endless divine might that could frighten anyone with a single glance, he pulled the trigger without hesitation.
"It's noon!"
Six gunshots rang out, and six bullets flew accurately towards the gap of Eichaen's Sovereign's Crown.
"Child's play!" Eichaen easily blocked the six bullets, and the Eternal Chosen Champion sneered, looking at the mortals who overestimated themselves.
"Blessed Shot!" Who knew that it wasn't over yet, Brenner immediately pulled out a double-barreled runic revolver from his arms, and fired two bullets at Eichaen. The two Dimension Stone bullets carried explosive power, and directly hit Eichaen's helmet!
"Ugh!" Eichaen staggered from the hit, and the Eternal Chosen Champion really didn't understand the power of the Dimension Stone bullets, so he took a step back.
"Quick!" Two White Wolf Friars seized this opportunity, and quickly grabbed the Divine Hammer Gail Malaz from beside Wo Teng's corpse!
Seeing that his goal was accomplished, Brenner nodded, and the bounty hunter took out his battle sword, intending to buy time for the White Wolf Friars and White Wolf Knights to retreat. He stepped forward resolutely, and issued a challenge to the Eternal Chosen Champion.
Just two minutes later, Brenner's broken corpse fell onto the streets of Mildenheim, and blood dyed the stone floor red.
With all his myths and his life as a mercenary legend, the veteran Sanctuary Elite of the Southern Kingdom, one of the most famous mercenaries in the old world, and Anglo's close comrade, the bounty hunter Brenner fell at the city gate of Mildenheim.
Eichaen stepped on Brenner's head under his iron boots in disdain, and with a little force, Brenner's head exploded. The Eternal Chosen Champion was about to continue moving forward, when a white light flashed, and forced him to retreat.
The incarnation of the Wind of Light, the descendant of Alarion, Tyrion appeared in the radiant light.
"Are all of you here to die one by one?" Eichaen sneered, "That's not bad."
Tyrion ignored Eichaen's declaration, and the incarnation of the Wind of Light ordered Boris behind him, "Quick, go and reorganize the defenses of Mildenheim, I will hold back the Eternal Chosen Champion!"
The White Wolf Friar Boris panted heavily, guilt still bothering him.
Old man, it's all your fault!
But at least before you die, you have to do something for this city, for the Empire!
"Alright, I'll leave it to you! You stray dog! " Boris slapped Tyrion hard. Nearby, the defenders of Mildenheim were cheering for the Kurfürst's return, "Don't die!"
"You too, Lost Lone Wolf," Tyrion smiled, and pointed the Sunflame Sword at Eichaen, "Come, Eternal Chosen Champion."
"I, the descendant of Alarion, the Guardian of Ossouin, the Great Lord of War, the Grand Tutor Regent Tyrion, shall be your opponent!"
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