PS: A review of the new class, Holy Grail Knight, in the new version of the Doomsday Plague.
Marcus Kluber (Empire Captain): "Salzpiel, I understand now. There is a limit to the power of humans!"
Salzpiel (Witch Hunter): "Marcus, what are you trying to say?"
Marcus Kluber (Drank the water from the Holy Grail, raised his sword): "I don't believe in Sigma anymore! Forthelady！！！
Salzpiel: "Kluber? How dare you?! " … And I, I will listen to your orders ~ "
… "I am the main body divider …"
Guarding the back of the city gate were more than a thousand Empire troops, including two gun battalions (more than half of them had been lost), one sword battalion (only about a hundred people left), and a few halberd, sword, and shield companies. At this moment, they were tightly united and gathered around the steam tanks, ready to face the Chaos Army in front of them.
Their enemies were the Chaos Army led by two Chaos Champions. They were the Chaos Champion from Northka, Swinger, and the Kurgan Esawar. These two fellows were ecstatic and got the first position as they wished. Under their leadership, the Chaos Warriors formed a tight formation. Their horned helmets that only had one or two small holes on their faces spat out pale mist, like a call from hell. Under their unstoppable pace, they were determined to sacrifice Wolfenburg to the God of Darkness, as well as a sense of mission to offer endless glory to the God of Darkness.
"Formation! Face the enemy! "Viscount William roared." Auster's Bull! "
"As solid as a rock!" The Empire troops let out the firmest cry.
The Empire's halberd formation welcomed the violent attack of the Chaos Army. The fierce charge of the Northerners could not shake the neat formation of the Empire troops. It was like the sound of a storm hitting a rock. Every halberd pierced deeply into the disgusting flesh or the armor of the Chaos Warriors. The steam tank cannons roared. The engineer poured all his anger into the steam cannon so that he could operate it calmly. A roar of the cannon shattered the armor of several Chaos Warriors, blowing their flesh into pieces and disintegrating them in the air.
In the first few minutes, the two Chaos Army that rushed in had already lost one-fifth of their forces. However, the remaining Chaos Army was endless. New enemies poured in every minute and every second. Halberds and spears pierced the bodies of the Chaos Warriors. The people behind them were still moving forward. The originally solid formation of the Empire troops was distorted and distorted under the pressure.
The battle line began to waver.
"For Tal and the Empire of the CTM!" A loud voice rushed from the rear of the Empire troops! Viscount William held a two-handed greatsword in his hand. His body turned into a battering ram and rushed into the formation of the Chaos Army. His sword burned with green flames. That was the power of judgment from the God of the Wilderness!
The armor of the Chaos Warriors shattered like pieces of paper in front of Viscount William. He was like a real warrior. No matter where he went, all the Chaos Warriors fell in front of him one after another. No matter if it was the ferocious barbarian berserkers, the heavily armored Chaos Warriors, or the powerful Chaos Demons, William Von Zhukov, the champion of Auster, he was fearless!
"Son of Auster!" The brave man stood tall. The first wave of Army of Chaos that came in was killed and retreated.
Viscount William roared at the wavering Empire troops, "Darkness is coming, my compatriots, Son of Auster! It's time to choose! "
"If you fight, you may lose your lives. If you escape, you can still drag out an ignoble existence!"
"Make your choice, Son of Auster. Are you willing to take up your weapons and fight with us, with all the people of Auster, with me, William? Let us tell these Chaos bastards that you can kill us, take our lives, and destroy our cities and villages, but we will always resist you!" Viscount William raised his two-handed greatsword. His voice echoed in the deep night sky and under the countless torches. "Chaos will never take away our freedom!"
"Freedom! Freedom! Freedom!!! " The people of Auster had guarded the northern border for the Empire for three thousand years. The hot blood in their chests had never cooled down.
Three thousand years.
"The Bull Flag will stand tall on this land forever!"
"Indigo Raiders! Advance! "
"For freedom! For the Empire! "
"For the Empire!!!" The Barbarian Warriors with blue paint on their faces clashed with the Warriors of Chaos. A new round of killing had begun.
The melodious sound of Auster's bagpipes drifted far, far away. It was so far away that even Motekin, the Eternal God of Chaos, who was sitting in the camp outside the city, could hear it.
Tragic and desolate.
A drop of icy blue tear flowed down from the corner of Motekin's eye. He held his Hellfire Sword tightly.
They were all good men, real men, men with guts.
Why do we have to kill each other? Don't we live under the same sky?
It's time to end it. Everything will end here. This is the retribution that the Southerners deserve.
Motekin stood up. He took his weapon.
Kaghank was defeated. What a piece of trash.
It's my turn to end it all.
At the same time, Aralos and Agrim's Iron Fist were heavily injured. Aralos's injuries were the most serious. His knee was crushed by the Khorasan, and even the Spring of Life berry wine could not heal it completely. He was now a cripple, and both of his weapons were damaged. The Grey Cloaks immediately abandoned their original position and rushed to support their leader. They also covered Aralos's retreat.
The Butcher King's injuries were lighter. He gathered the butchers under his command. More than half of Grimnir's Axe had died. The Butcher King was planning to summon an army to support the Ubus Gate. A Nurgol champion, Berthwa, the Son of Pestilence, had led his own Nurgol army to defeat an army of Dervishes that tried to stop them.
The last Dervish fell, torn into pieces. In the middle of the street, a terrifying manticore and the Nurgol champion were fighting. The two creatures of the same size had fought several rounds, and both sides were covered in wounds. The manticore's claws tore open the Nurgol champion's armor, almost injuring his spine. However, the Nurgol champion did not feel any pain. He swung his scythe and cut off the manticore's wings. The manticore trembled, but Berthwa, the Son of Pestilence, laughed. He stepped on a dead Dervish, broke his arm and the hand that was still holding onto the flail. He swung the flail and smashed it directly on the manticore's head.
The flail smashed the manticore's head, and some kind of protection was shattered. The body of the manticore shrunk at a rapid rate and collapsed until it turned into a greasy and dirty amber mage. He opened his mouth weakly, and the Nurgol champion reached out his hand and pressed his face, pulling his head and spine out of his body. He then stuck out his tongue full of pus and licked the warm flesh that was still dripping with blood on the bones. "I declare, Bothwa, the winner."
All the Empire soldiers in the nearby streets had died in battle. No one could stop the Nurgol champion and his army from advancing to the back of the city gate until a rain of arrows pierced through the Nurgol champion's rotten and pus-filled belly with exposed intestines.
"We're still here." Aralus limped and put down the bow in his hand.
"The humans are finished. Elf boy, it's our turn now!" The Butcher King clenched his Dagor's Axe.
A new battle broke out on the street!
The battle on the flanks bought time for the battle at the city gate and protected Viscount William from being attacked from the front and the back. However, as wave after wave, the endless Army of Chaos killed their way into the city, and the Empire's army kept retreating. The prototype steam tank, Unyielding, fired one after another, and rows of Warriors of Chaos were blown to pieces. But as soon as one Northlander fell, seven or eight more would come up.
The steam boiler was overloaded and was in danger of exploding at any time. The halberd formation was broken through. Rows of Empire soldiers were stacked like hills. The originally tight front was now in a mess. Even the Indigo Raiders personally led by Viscount William had suffered heavy losses. They repelled wave after wave of attacks from the Chaos, but each confrontation reduced the number of these honorable warriors.
The shield of the Indigo Raiders was smashed by the giant axes of the Warriors of Chaos. He was hit in the face by the elbow of the Warriors of Chaos, and the bridge of his nose was broken. Then, the battle axe cut off half of his head.
The musketeer led by Auster shot down a Warrior of Chaos. Two barbarian berserkers jumped out and slashed his body with four battle axes. Streaks of blood appeared until he could no longer stand up.
Viscount William was still fighting. He was still fighting with all his might. The soldiers around him were getting fewer and fewer. From a legion to a battalion, then to a company. The Army of Chaos surrounded them in the middle. Their shields were smashed by the giant axes, and their heavy swords pierced through their breastplates. The Austers used their lives to resist the Chaos until they were completely surrounded.
The roar of the giant dragon resounded through the sky. The Chaos Dragon Stratescu, the Great One, had arrived on the battlefield. It breathed out black and red dragon breath at the steam tank. The Unyielding Bugle launched a determined counterattack at the Chaos Dragon. A steam cannon shot blasted open the dragon scales on the surface of the Chaos Dragon's body.
However, the steam tank was already in trouble. The high temperature made the prototype on the verge of exploding at any time. There were less than thirty great swordsmen guarding it, and all of them were exhausted. Hundreds of Warriors of Chaos and barbarians surrounded it, and all kinds of weapons were already knocking on the surface armor of the tank, making clanking sounds.
The Chaos Dragon was furious. Its perfect dragon scales were blasted open. It swung its tail and swept the surface of the steam tank. The Unyielding Bugle was swept to the side. The tail attack of the Chaos Dragon lifted the wheels off the ground temporarily. The engineers were dizzy from the collision, but they also thought that the tank would soon return to its original position.
He was wrong, very wrong. At this moment, the Chaos Warlock, Manning Good, the Cockroach Tyrant, rushed over. This guy crazily and naughtily stuffed his body directly into the bottom of the steam tank!
"Kurgan Rising Dragon Tyrant!"
The heavy tank flattened the Chaos Warlock's body and also crushed the tumor on his back. A large amount of hot, rotten bile splashed on the steam boiler!
The temperature exceeded the threshold!
The Unyielding Bugle, one of the first-generation steam tank prototypes, exploded on the spot. The steam tank fell apart in this explosion! Steel and machinery fragments flew all over the sky. The engineers in the tank were all killed on the spot. The great swordsmen, musketeers, and the Army of Chaos who gathered around the tank were all killed in the explosion!
Viscount William was also blown away. He was unconscious from the explosion and fell not far away.
The resistance gradually disappeared. Without the help of the tank, the blood of the Empire's soldiers dyed the streets near the city gate red.
The Empire's soldiers were pressed to the ground. The Warriors of Chaos stabbed their swords into their chests.
The blood of the Auster people dyed the land red. They had sacrificed everything for this place.
A head flew past Viscount William's eyes. It was the head of the last Indigo Raiders. This head rubbed against the ground and rolled very far away. In the sea of blood and corpses, it was inconspicuous at all and disappeared at the end of the line of sight.
The 3,000 years of history of this legendary army also came to an end today.
Just below the burning city walls of Uthas, the Indigo Raiders were all wiped out.
There was only one Empire garrison left in this defensive area.
Viscount William clenched his two-handed sword and tried to stand up. Now he was fighting alone. After cutting down another two Warriors of Chaos, the Champion of Chaos appeared from behind and gave Viscount William a fatal blow. The Champion of Chaos slashed open his plate armor from behind and cut him to the ground.
Viscount William panted heavily. When he reached out to grab the hilt of the sword, a heavy iron boot stepped on his chest. The Champion of Chaos, Swinger, the Son of Sword, looked down at him and said, "It's not too late to repent now. Kiss the sacred emblem of the true God and you will be redeemed …"
"Clang!" The two-handed sword came from the bottom at an unbelievable angle and accurately pierced through the head of Swinger.
The Champion of Chaos slowly fell to the ground. Viscount William could no longer stand up. He was surrounded by hundreds of Warriors of Chaos, as well as the Chosen Warriors of Chaos and the Champions of Chaos.
The last survivor was surrounded. A Sword of Chaos pierced through his breastplate and deeply into his heart.
Viscount William smiled and uttered the last words he would say in his life.
"Freedom!"
The sword rose high into the sky, turned a few rounds, and fell to the ground. The tip of the sword pierced into the ground. On both sides of the sword, there were countless Army of Chaos's iron boots trampling over it.
They were so brave and tenacious, but the people of Auster still could not avoid the fate of destruction.
Gradually, the defending army was defeated. They fell and were massacred. Their resistance became weaker and weaker until the Bull Flag was thrown into the mud and trampled. The Chaos Eight-Pointed Star Flag was erected everywhere in the city.
The long night was coming to an end, and the morning sun was shining.
Aralos and Agrim fought hard to defeat the fifth Army of Chaos that had climbed over the city wall. Both of them were extremely tired. The Gray Coat Team and Grimnir's Axe Team were left with less than 50 people.
What made them even more desperate was that there were news of their defeat everywhere.
"The Jubs City Gate has fallen!"
"The Volfara City Gate has fallen!"
"The Leinster City Gate has fallen!"
"The city has fallen!"
"The enemy is attacking!"
"Retreat! Retreat! Everyone, retreat to the Bull Castle! Retreat! "
The city of Wolfenburg had fallen. The Army of Chaos swarmed into the city from three directions. All the buildings were set ablaze, and all the living people were killed. Everything was reduced to ashes.
Oleg von Zhukov led the Bull Knights to charge back and forth in the ruins of the city. The Bull Knights fully supported Oleg's attempt to rescue the people. The Auster Black Guards followed closely behind the Bull Knights. They tried their best to save as many soldiers as possible to prepare for the upcoming battle to defend the Bull Castle.
However, a Chaos Great Lord riding a Chaos Steel Bull stopped in front of him. Behind him was his personal guard, the Crimson Reaper Army.
"Oleg von Zhukov! Finally. " Motekin looked at the young baron. He had crossed half a world. The power that Tzeentch had given him told him that the person in front of him was Oleg von Zhukov.
With a swing of the Black Iron Battle Axe, the broken limbs of a dozen Black Guards flew into the sky.
Motekin could faintly hear the powerful sound of a horn coming from the south. It seemed that the human reinforcements had arrived.
But all of this was not important.
At the very least, he could finally stop chasing after fate.
"Come and fight! You are my enemy! "
"Motekin! You will pay for what you have done! " Oleg soon realized everything. The baron roared madly, "I will kill you as a sacrifice to all my dead compatriots!"
Just like that, in front of the Bull Castle, the two armies collided.
When enemies met, their eyes turned red.
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
