The first to clash was not Sytra and Eichaen, but Sytra's first aide, his favorite and most trusted Necropolis General Nikaf, who stepped forward first. Just like always, his absolute loyalty to Sytra spurred this vanguard to want to accomplish his master's goal. He kept reciting Sytra's title in a loop, waving the skull flail in his hand, eager to show his power.
Unfortunately, the enemy this time was not like the ordinary enemies in the previous battles of the Necropolis Kings. In the process of charging, only less than ten of the thirty to forty carriages of the Royal Guard Legion could break through the Eternal Chosen One's shield wall. Facing the powerful combat power of the Sword of Chaos, even Sytra's War Eagle Legion could not match up to them. Nikaf's desperate charge was only met with a hurried glance from Eichaen. The Eternal Chosen One did not panic. The King Slayer spewed out black flames, directly melting Nikaf's skeletal warhorse. The two sides clashed, and Nikaf's body shattered. His soul could not escape Eichaen's power. Sytra could feel that Nikaf's soul had shattered, and he would never be resurrected again.
Emperor Nikohara roared furiously. Nevka was his favorite general, the most loyal servant of Eternal Emperor Nikohara for thousands of years. It wouldn't be too much to reward him with an entire kingdom. But now, Nevka had fallen just like that?
The light of the Sun God on the Blade of Petra flashed, even suppressing Eichaen's magic for a moment. The first clash between the Warrior King and the Eternal Chosen One shook the Mildenheim Mountains. The two forces intertwined and turned all the mortals around them into dust. Sytra roared, "In the name of Kamukala, I sentence you, dog of the Desert Jackal, to death!"
Eichaen accepted the challenge calmly. The Eternal Chosen One was full of contempt for Sytra. "This sword is called the King Slayer, also known as the Death of Kings!"
Both sides began their battle for the championship. The Blessed Blade of Petra in Setra's hand was like the Sun God himself, emitting a dazzling light that was enough to dispel all the darkness. The Immortal Emperor was like the sun, and his blade was accompanied by the golden flames of the sun.
On the other hand, Echann was like a black hole that absorbed all light. The Eternal Chosen One was surrounded by the blessings from the Four Gods of Chaos. Amidst the dark lightning, the formless Chaos Flame devoured everything. The Kingslayer moved with great force, perfectly neutralizing every single attack from Cytra.
This was a battle that involved everything. Cytra was like a proud lion, the power of the King of Kings. At one point, he was on par with Eichaen, and the battle between the two sides destroyed several streets nearby.
The old problem was that after twenty to thirty rounds, Sai the Great acutely sensed that even the longsword strengthened by the power of Petra was unable to break through the defense of the Eternal Chosen One. When the blade of the longsword hit Moka's armor and was bounced off, Sai the Great knew that all of this was troublesome.
Without any hesitation, Setra knew that his War Eagle Army was collapsing. The original ten thousand Tomb Warriors were now left with less than a thousand. The Royal Chariot Guards were only left with seven chariots that were still running on the streets of Mildenheim. The Eternal Emperor immediately unleashed all of his power.
Sun God Petra! Underworld God Usilian!
High up in the sky, the dark clouds of Chaos broke apart, revealing the blue sky. When the swirling clouds broke apart and dispersed at an unnatural speed, the sun shone directly on the battlefield. Until then, the passage of time under the aurora of the Chaos Gods was impossible to estimate. However, the sky was clear now, and the stars were shining brightly.
Unknowingly, the Battle of Mildenheim had been fought for a day and a night.
The Sun God Petra and the Underworld God Uthilian blessed Cytra's blade at the same time. The flames on Petra's blade had never been so bright before, and it was filled with explosive power. It was terrifying enough to make the stars tremble, and it was also Cytra's final trump card!
Combining the power of two Gods, the Immortal Emperor's Divine Weapon finally managed to cut open Moka's armor, leaving behind a crack on the surface of the armor. Painful and furious screams reverberated throughout the battlefield. Echahn let out a muffled groan. The Eternal Chosen One felt pain.
However, Eichaen still responded to Setra with a mocking attitude.
Do you think that you are the only one who can call for outside help?
Sure enough, Cytra's call had attracted a certain supreme being from the depths of the Realm of Chaos. He was sitting on his brass throne, extremely angry because of Cytra's actions. His power was like a vast river of blood, spreading out from the Realm of Chaos along time and space. The Sun God Petra and the Nether God Usilian had no choice but to work together to resist. The three forces collided and turned into a vortex. This was a battle between true gods! Although Sun God Petra and Underworld God Usilian were greatly weakened due to the destruction of the Nicohara Kingdom, they were still senior Gods after all. They would never yield!
The great battle in the sky and the great battle on the ground were going on at the same time. Cytra was cursing Echaun incessantly. The Immortal Emperor struck again and again, using Petra's and Usilian's powers, continuously challenging Echaun. Echaun, on the other hand, was indifferent from the beginning to the end. He steadily guarded his own body, not giving Cytra any chance at all.
Another fifty rounds passed. When Setra raised the sacred Petra's blade and tried to attack Eichaen again, something terrible happened.
The Petra's blade lost the light that symbolized the blessing of the Sun God.
The mournful cry of death came from the sky. The Blood God stood up from his throne and swung his sword eight times. Each strike echoed in the subspace, tearing apart time and space, leaving behind an endless darkness. Divine blood fell down along Khorne's blade.
The Sun God Petra and the Underworld God Usilian were defeated. They let out a mournful cry of death and fell one after another with a song of Doomsday.
The Blade of Petra had lost the blessing of the Sun God and was broken in the clash with the Kingslayer. The brooch that the God of the Underworld had bestowed upon Cytra had also cracked. Cytra was blasted off the carriage by the fireball summoned by Eichaen. His chariot and skeletal horse were now just a pile of smoking ashes.
Khorne finished off Sun God Petra with four strikes and Underworld God Usilian with three strikes. The last strike, the Blood God's demon sword entered the mortal world and swept through the army of the Tomb King's automatons. The war sphinx that symbolized Sun God Petra was shattered in one strike. The six Holy Titans were also disintegrated. The Tomb Army was thrown into chaos by this strike. Their battle formation was shattered.
Cytra could not believe that his god had been defeated just like that. However, the Immortal Emperor was a proud war king. He continued to fight strenuously, shouting loudly for Echahn to accept his challenge. At this moment, the Eternal Chosen One shot two lightning bolts at Cytra. Without the protection of the brooch, the Immortal Emperor struggled to resist Echahn's Chaos magic. His attacks could no longer cause any damage to Echahn. After a few rounds, the Eternal Chosen One grabbed Cytra's neck and lifted him up. "I told you, this sword is called the 'Death of Kings'!"
"How dare you!" Setra only had time to curse. His body disintegrated in the air. The light of the Kingslayer flashed. A sharp, ear-piercing chant cut through the air. Setra's body was torn into pieces and violently thrown on the sand. The severed limb twitched for a moment before it stopped moving.
Just like that, the greatest king of Nicohalla, the Eternal Emperor, was defeated.
Setra's head was pulled off by Eichaen and placed on a stone statue of the wolf emperor Mandrade that was decapitated on the streets of Mildenheim. Eichaen could see that Setra was not dead. His soul was still stubbornly lingering in the mortal world. The Eternal Chosen One was interested. He ignored Setra's incompetent rage and said in a playful tone, "Then, I'll have to trouble you to be a spectator. Emperor, personally watch your army be completely crushed!"
After that, the Eternal Chosen One adjusted the position of Setra's head slightly. He laughed and commanded his army to destroy the ribs, leaving the King of Kings cursing on the spot.
… I was the one who spread the news that Seth had lost the section break …
On the main battlefield of Mildenheim, Angoras's huge body fell into the house, smashing the entire wall into pieces. Opposite him, Laing, who was wrapped in bright silver flames and holding My Lord Is Here and the Goddess of Vengeance, glared at the strongest demon of Khorne with a furious expression.
Angoras never thought that he would meet such a terrifying opponent.
The strongest demon of Perdition, Shalaxi, was currently fighting Rimanrus. Both sides had fought for more than three hundred rounds and were still tied.
The Rain Father of Nurgle, Hargath, was entangled with the Gray Knight's supreme mentor, Cardo Diego. It was obvious that Hargath was at a disadvantage. However, it would not be easy for Diego to defeat Hargath. The battle between the two sides seemed to be continuing.
The champion of Tzeentch's Chosen One, Zi A-Zanaik, rose into the air. His opponent was Veronica, who was riding a pure-blooded pegasus. The female council leader was enraged when facing Zainaik, who had destroyed the Garland Council. She raised her giant fists, and Zainaik had no choice but to do his best to dodge every time.
So strong, I didn't expect him to be this strong!
The strongest demon of Khorne, Angoras, struggled to fight the voice that flickered in the silver flames and blue and white lightning. The great demon had never thought that he would meet such a terrifying opponent. He had used all his strength in many places, but still could not find any chance of victory.
Laing's attacks were like lightning and flames. Angoras had no choice but to use all his strength to fight against Laing. The strongest demon of Khorne felt ashamed for having such thoughts, but now he saw something even more terrifying.
On the surface of Laing's body, the purifying psionic energy that was originally fatal to Chaos was rapidly fading away, leaving behind colorless flames and the endless void that symbolized coldness. An extremely terrifying and indescribable power surrounded Laing's body. Other than a circle of golden flames around him, there was nothing else left.
Angoras used his strongest battle technique, Vengeance's Fury!
Laing directly blocked Angoras's sure-kill attack with his bare hands. In an instant, everyone on the battlefield saw the murky, indescribable, and distorted ultimate creation behind Laing. The Sun King sent Angoras flying. He immediately diverted some of his attention to check the situation, then continued to fight Angoras.
In the distance, Lilith, Olica, and Tegris were still rushing into Mildenheim. The remnants of the Order army outside the city were on the verge of collapse! However, Laing's army was still unable to split up. Every knight, every dwarf, and every soldier had done their best. Even the Goddess of Spring Water, Morgiana, had joined the battle personally, but they still could not break through!
Hurry! Hurry! Laing was anxious, and his attacks became even more frenzied.
A king was trying his best to save the world, while another king could only watch from the sidelines.
Cytra's head was placed in the missing head of the Wolf Emperor Mandred's statue. The great king had no choice but to watch his army, his once endless vanguard, completely crumble. Without his command, even Nikohara's army could not reverse the situation. They were drowned by the army of Chaos, and all the tomb kings either died in battle or fled for their lives.
No! It can't end like this! Cytra was furious. The Immortal Emperor had never felt so helpless. He only had a head left, and the only thing he could do was curse. When he realized that his cursing only made the Eternal Chosen One happy, Cytra even gave up cursing. He shut his mouth and stared into the distance.
In the end, Nikohara's army was defeated and annihilated. Eichahn also lost interest. More Army of Chaos entered Mildenheim, and the Eternal Chosen One wanted to attack Urick Castle. He smiled and patted Cytra's head, and told him, "Emperor, you must be happy!" Then he laughed wildly and left.
For thousands of years, Cytra had never yearned for death so much.
However, fate played a joke on the greatest Emperor of Nicohalla. Eichahn left, but something came. A brand new power was injected into Cytra's body, and the body of the King of Kings was reconstructed. He staggered up from the ground, and before he could figure out what was going on, four voices of ecstasy came from the sky.
"Warrior King, you are very brave! This is my reward for you. "
"You've brought about an amazing change. You deserve it."
"How tenacious. In the cycle of life and death, there is immortality. Good child, daddy likes it!"
"As long as you are willing, this battle is just over. You can be king again. I can't wait to see you take revenge again! Awesome ~ "
Cytra understood. He completely understood. The Immortal Emperor cursed, got up, and rushed to a corner of Mildenheim.
In a corner of Mildenheim, Death Lord Vlad was fighting fiercely with Troll King Solone. Solone was not supposed to be Vlad's opponent, but in the previous battle, especially the battle to save his wife, Vlad had used up too much of his magic power. The Death Lord fought with Solone for a long time before beheading the Troll King.
"What an annoying thing." Just as Vlad squatted down and panted, and the Death Lord calculated what he could do with his remaining magic power, a bronze machete stabbed into Solone's head. "What do you think? Vashanesh? Or should I call you Ankat? The ex-husband and most loyal advisor of the Queen of Betrayal, Nefrata? "
"Cytra, you recognize me?" Vlad squeezed out an expression, but it was hard to tell whether it was a complicated or reminiscing expression. "Now, I am Vlad. I saw you defeated, my Emperor, although I don't know how you came back to life."
"It was the jackals of Dune, the evil gods of Smokeless, and the roaring beasts of the wasteland." Cytra smiled and lowered his hands to show that he was not hostile. "They brought me back to life."
"So you pledged your loyalty to the jackals?" Vlad was still panting. The Death Lord did not know if he was a match for Cytra now.
"Cytra is a master, not a servant!" The Immortal Emperor came to Vlad and squatted down. He pressed one hand on Vlad's shoulder, and the other hand opened up and pressed on Vlad's chest. The Death Lord felt a surge of death energy pouring into his body! It was the power of Nagash that Cytra had obtained from the Black Pyramid.
"You?" Vlad was shocked. With the power that Cytra transferred to him, the Death Lord had recovered to his peak.
"It's all yours, all yours, Ankat!" Cytra laughed dryly. The Immortal Emperor stood up again. "Go! Citizen of the Great Land, Prince of Nicohalla, today, and only today, Cytra forgives your rudeness and shares his power with you, as long as you can make those jackals howl. Let them know that the king of the Great Land will not be bought and sold like a slave! "
"One day, the immortal, eternal, great Cytra will return and conquer the world with his people!" After that, Cytra charged again. The Immortal Emperor bravely killed his way into the army of Chaos. He was like a true warrior who was invincible until he faced Eichahn again.
This time, without the power of Nagash, Petra's power of the sun, and Usilian's protection, Cytra was defeated once again without any suspense. His body was grabbed by the neck by Eichaen, who lifted him up with one hand. "My Great Emperor, you have lost again. Seeing your valiance and the favor of the four True Gods, I am willing to give you a chance."
"Pledge your loyalty to me, the Eternal Chosen One, and I will grant you glory and status. Otherwise, what awaits you is only death." Eichahn closed his mouth after saying that, waiting for Cytra to make his choice.
Cytra raised his head. The Immortal Emperor looked at Eichahn with his most contemptuous and disdainful eyes.
The Immortal Emperor roared, trembling with anger. He said the last words of his life.
"Cytra is a master of men! Not a servant! "
"Then, so be it."
His bones shattered, and his rotten flesh scattered everywhere.
The Immortal Emperor, the king of kings, Cytra had fallen in Mildenheim.
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