Now, most of Wolfenburg, the capital of Auster, the historic city, had been completely destroyed or engulfed in flames. The Army of Chaos had faithfully carried out all of Motekin's orders, burning, destroying, and slaughtering everything.
A total of more than 80,000 people of the Empire had fallen forever in the ruins, and the remaining 20,000 people retreated weakly and helplessly toward Bull Fortress.
On the burning avenue, Oleg Von Zhukov led a team of bull knights and the Auster Black Guards to fight against the Crimson Reapers led by Motekin.
The city was burning, and the Empire's army was harvested by the Army of Chaos like wheat being harvested. Countless heavily-armored Chaos soldiers took down the weak mortals, and hot blood flowed on the ground. The Army of Chaos pressed on Oleg's army from all directions. The Conqueror of Noska found himself surrounded by enemies. He painfully suppressed his lungs, panting heavily, and fought harder than ever before.
It was useless. Black Iron Motekin drew his Hellfire Sword and swung it, and several fully armed Black Guards were blasted into the sky, turning into a rain of blood and countless pieces of flesh. He swung his axe, and two bull knights raised their shields, but they were cut in half along with their shields, armor, and flesh.
In order to protect their baron, the bull knights and Black Guards tried their best to protect Oleg, but without exception, they were all slaughtered. Facing Motekin, who had personally gone into battle, no weapon could hurt him. His armor was surrounded by the energy of Chaos, and now it was time for him to complete his revenge and unleash his boundless anger.
The Black Guards and bull knights were the best in the Auster Army, but in the face of the Crimson Reapers, these Chosen Warriors of the Four Gods of Chaos, they could only be killed helplessly. At least six people were needed to deal with one Crimson Reaper, and even so, the mortals could not fight against these powerful enemies who were blessed by the True Gods.
Moreover, Motekin had personally gone into battle, and every strike of the Chosen Warrior of Chaos would take away the lives of dozens of warriors.
Oleg Von Zhukov fought bravely, but he knew very well that everything would come to an end here. The horn in the south was getting louder and louder, but the reinforcements were still a few kilometers away. In front of him, the glorious history and civilization of mankind were completely shattered. The only thing Oleg could do was to fight bravely.
The loyal and brave bull knights fell one by one. The Black Guards tried their best to stop Motekin from approaching, but they were powerless. The Chosen One of the Eternal Gods was like a terrifying red and black demon that was approaching quickly. Wherever he passed, there was a storm of blood.
Leopold, the Great Mentor of the bull knights, died in battle. His body was cut into several pieces and smashed into meat paste.
Vladimir Ludnasys, the leader of the Auster Black Guards, died in battle. Motekin reached out and grabbed his head, and the Chosen Warrior of Chaos pierced two thumbs into his nostrils. Then, with his own strength, he forced the champion's skull open and divided his whole body into two halves along the spine. This made Motekin let out a joyful sound. He watched red, white, yellow, and green liquid sprinkle down from the sky.
The deep sense of sorrow made Oleg's heart ache. Like a proud wild wolf, he stuck out his chest and killed the enemy with his shield and the Sword of Vasilyevich in his hand. He fought until the bull knights who were guarding him fell one by one, until the head of the knights, Gordon, used his body to block the blade that attacked him from the side, until the last subordinate was smashed in the head by the warhammer of the Crimson Reaper and slowly fell down, until he was alone.
It's all your fault, Oleg, it's all your fault! Self-blame and sorrow almost drove Baron Wolffin crazy. He looked at the hundreds of Chosen Warriors of Chaos surrounding him and couldn't help but laugh out loud. Two lines of turbid tears flowed down his face that was covered with dust and flesh.
It's all your fault, Oleg. You don't deserve to be a disciple of the mentor. You don't deserve to be an Alpha.
He was ready. He was ready to end everything here. He was ready to welcome his own end. This was what he deserved. His recklessness and stupidity caused Auster to bleed himself dry. Now, it was time for Oleg to pay the price. His life might not be worth anything, but that was all he had.
However, Motekin did not intend to fulfill even this humble wish. The Eternal Chosen Warrior spoke in a demonic language, and the Chosen Warriors immediately obeyed. They opened a path for Motekin to stride forward and stand in front of Oleg.
The Eternal Chosen Warrior was wearing a black and red full-body armor bestowed by the Gods of Chaos. He was nearly 2.8 meters tall. He held a black iron battle axe that flashed with red light in one hand and a Hellfire Sword that burned with hellfire in the other. His armor was not brand new. It was covered with the blood of mortals and scars from his countless epic adventures and battles. His body was covered with skulls, and his long white hair fell from both sides of his shoulders. He gestured for everyone to step back. He wanted to talk to Oleg alone.
The city was burning. Hundreds of houses, shops, shrines, and guild buildings were drowned in the sea of fire. The Chaos Mastiffs were running around, sniffing for possible traces of humans. The mountain wind from the central mountains blew down from above, like the laughter of the Gods of Chaos.
"It's all your fault, mortal," Motekin spoke. His voice was like an echo from the realm of Chaos. The demonic language was distorted and full of corruption, but mortals could understand it with incomparable accuracy. Even in the mortal world, mortals would cause misunderstandings due to different languages, accents, and slang. However, the demonic language was different. It could be understood accurately by anyone.
Oleg cursed under his breath. He raised the Sword of Vasilyevich, clearly not intending to argue with Motekin.
"It's all your fault!" Motekin repeated contemptuously. The Eternal Chosen Warrior was not even in a hurry to attack. He was like an old hunter who saw his prey, satisfied and gratified. At the same time, there was a hint of sadness. "It's all your fault. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have come here. I hate you, Oleg, but I'm also grateful to you."
The Eternal Chosen Warrior moved slowly and said softly, "If it weren't for you, I would have lost the feeling of being alive. You destroyed my hometown, and now I'm destroying yours. It's fair. You gave me a reason to live, and that's revenge. Really, I'm really grateful to you."
"The only mistake I've made in my life is not killing all the Nosikas. That's why I left you alive!" Oleg finally spoke. His face was full of hatred and hatred. It was a hatred that seeped into his bones.
"Yes, we both hate each other. There's no need for a reason. I know you must've hated the Norskas since you were young, and I've also been taught since I was young to plunder spoils and heads from the southerners to decorate myself." Motekin nodded calmly. The Eternal Chosen Warrior was deeply saddened. This is reincarnation. This hatred can never be resolved, and can only be washed clean with blood. Everyone is the plaything of the Gods. I used to understand everything and did not want to be controlled, but … I'm still a mortal! I can't be indifferent to all of this.
The Evil God got what he wanted. Three to four hundred thousand good men died in battle to satisfy the Evil God's greed. I, Motekin, gave up everything just to complete my revenge.
At least now, I can finally stop chasing fate.
"Now, it's fair. You destroyed my hometown, Oleg, and I destroyed yours." Motekin nodded calmly. "You killed all my family in the Dragon Castle, and I killed your people. You took away your glory, Conqueror of Nosika, and I took away mine, Destroyer of the South."
Oleg's face was filled with sorrow and self-blame. What he did not see was that Motekin had the same expression.
"Let's end this now. I'm tired, tired, and tired." The Eternal Chosen Warrior signaled Oleg to attack. "I'll give you three chances. Take it as my apology. I'm sorry, Oleg von Zhukov. I didn't want this to happen either. I apologize for all the humans who died in this war. Humans died together, whether it was the Nosikas, the Kurgans, the Huns, the Mongols, the people of the Empire, Mrs. Kiesler, the dwarves, the elves, and the Brittany. I sincerely hope that they can go to a free and peaceful country after death, where there is no war and no hatred."
Oleg finally could not stand Motekin's hypocrisy. Baron Wolffin roared, "For the Empire! For Auster! For the Wolf Father and the Holy Father! "
The deafening roar was accompanied by a figure pouncing on Motekin. The Sword of Ivan Vasilyevich landed heavily on Motekin's chest, and the sound of thunder resounded throughout the battlefield.
"Clang!" The inheritance sword of the Tsar Family stabbed into the breastplate before bouncing off. An enormous amount of primal chaos energy appeared on the breastplate. Dozens of primal chaos runes flashed with a light that would cause people to go crazy. The powerful energy field caused the sword of Vasilyevich to be unable to advance any further, forcing Oleg to retreat.
"This is the first strike." Motekin nodded calmly, indicating that Oleg could continue.
Oleg, who was unwilling to believe all of this, turned to a ferocious attack. He rotated his body, got into a fighting stance, and used all the strength in his waist and back. He took a big stride forward and slashed down with the Sword of the Vasilyevich. It went along the seam of the armor and went straight for Motekin's neck. The Frost Power on the blade became more and more violent. This attack was enough to kill any Chaos Champion!
"Clang! The blade hit Motekin's neck guard. The Chaos energy field shook, but the blade was still bounced off.
"This is the second strike."
"Ahhhhh!" This time, Oleg let out the most savage and violent roar. He threw away his shield, and this Sanctum expert, the Conqueror of the Wild Wolf, held the sword with both hands. The blade was raised high in the air, and he slashed down with a force that could collapse the central mountains. Baron Wolffin completely gave up any defense.
The Sword of Ivan Vasilyevich fell, and the weight of the whole body hit Motekin's shoulder.
"Clang!" A white mark was left on the shoulder of the Eternal God's Chosen One. Motekin nodded slowly. "Is this the power of your revenge? I feel it, Oleg. I recognize you. I recognize you as my enemy, my old enemy, my opponent. "
"Now, it's my turn!" Motekin held the black iron battle axe and the Hellfire Sword in both hands.
Oleg quickly retreated and picked up the shield from the ground. In the next moment, Motekin's attack was already in front of him.
The first strike shattered Oleg's shield. This sturdy shield that was blessed by the priests of Tarr and refined by the dwarves was blown into pieces and scattered all over the ground.
The second and third strikes landed on the Sword of Ivan Vasilyevich that was blocking. This legendary sword of the Tsar family had several cracks, but Oleg still managed to block it. He was flustered and his whole body was sore and numb.
Motekin's face behind the armor could not help but show an expression of admiration.
The fourth strike shattered the Sword of Ivan Vasilyevich. The Hellfire Axe swept across and cut off Oleg's left leg along his thigh. Oleg let out a painful scream and fell heavily to the ground. The heavy iron boot stepped on Baron Wolffin's chest.
Motekin felt the strong resistance from the iron boot and Oleg's strong struggle. He also felt Baron Wolffin's determination to stand up and fight again.
How good would it be if you were also a Northlander? Motekin thought to himself. You deserve endless glory and supreme status. You just chose the wrong path.
The Eternal Chosen One suddenly recalled the time when he grew up in the Dragon Castle and learned various combat skills. Despite the cold, despite the lack of resources, and despite the competition, he could still remember the past.
Even if he killed Oleg, he would not be able to return to his hometown, the Dragon Castle.
The emotional voice echoed in Motekin's mind. The Eternal Chosen One suddenly stopped what he was doing and made a choice that surprised the cheering Chosen One of the Chaos around him.
The Hellfire Sword fell and pierced Oleg's eyes, then fell into his skull, and then continued to go down, piercing deeply into the stone floor until Motekin could smell the smell of soil.
Oleg's body twitched twice and then became motionless.
"The end of the story is not always a happy ending." The Eternal Chosen One did not feel any joy at this time. He only felt a deep sense of relief.
Finally, it was over.
There was no torture or playing, only a satisfying blow.
The sound of the horn came from afar, and a huge army appeared in the south of Wolfenstein City. It was the army led by Laing! They were eager to support Wolfenstein Castle!
However, Motekin had already ambushed more than a dozen Chaos Demon Legions in the south, led by the Eternal Dancer, the Perverted Demon, and a large number of Monster War Gangs led by the Two-Headed Chaos Divine Giant, Guge. The Chaos Demons ambushed the reinforcements that were rushing over from a long distance, throwing the already exhausted reinforcements into disarray. Groups of Monster War Gangs also powerfully blocked the charge of the knights.
The Chaos Dwarves also spent a day building deep trenches and artillery positions according to Motekin's orders. Under their ambush and shooting, countless knights fell off their horses. The reinforcements were too eager, so they were hit head-on by this wave of attacks and suffered heavy losses.
Laing had to immediately order the army to reorganize.
The Eternal Chosen One looked at this scene calmly. The reinforcements thought they could make it in time? Did they really think that he did not prepare anything?
Comedies needed a reason, tragedies did not.
"In the end, I want the whole world to remember me." Motekin pulled out the Hellfire Sword and roared loudly. His voice echoed throughout Wolfenstein, transmitted to the central mountain range, the Shadow Forest, and all the nearby areas, and did not stop for a long time.
"The King of the Northern Court, the Black Iron Marauder, the King of Noska, the Commander of the Army of Destruction, the Son of the Blood Red Sky, the unparalleled warrior who defeated the Blood God's wife, the Eternal Chosen One of Chaos, Black Iron Motekin is here!!!"
"Do you want the glory of defeating me? Do you want my head?! "
"Come and get it!!!"
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