The Chaos Army at the city gate was finally defeated, but the Human Alliance suffered 10,000 casualties.
Now, the Chaos Army was fighting on two fronts.
Laing looked silently at the Brittany knights and serfs who died at the city gate of Wolfenstein and sighed.
Marshal Rick signaled for the army to continue advancing. The whole of Wolfenstein was still burning, and most of the city had turned into smoking charcoal. Laing led the Holy Grail Knights to charge, and the Steel Torrent finally had a chance to be used.
The Chaos Army that attacked Wolfenstein naturally won an amazing victory, but they also suffered huge losses. In addition to the 120,000 main force and a small number of Orc retainers and Chaos Sect participants, there were only about 86,000 people left.
Aralos and Agriem-Ironfist fought hard for more than ten hours before they finally received reinforcements. Aralos' Gray Coat team only had a dozen Wood Elves left, while Grimnir's Axe team lost 85% of their Dwarf Butchers. The Butcher King even thought that it was not time for him to leave the battlefield. "No! I don't intend to rest! Why should I rest! Let me tell you, after I die, I have plenty of time to rest! "
"But you must rest now!" Marshal Rick Helberg looked at the scene in front of him. The old marshal could not help but cry. He pulled out his Rune Tooth, the Hatred, and the runes on the blade shone. "Butcher King of Kaderin, in the name of Charlemagne's son, I acknowledge that you Dwarves have fulfilled your obligations. Now, it is the Empire's turn to solve the problem."
The Empire's army got into formation under Marshal Rick's command, and the Brittany cavalry regrouped under the leadership of Berchemund and Laun. The Knight King, Laing, and the Lake Goddess Witch, Morgiana stood together. Around the King were the 12 Holy Grail Guards and the entire Old Guard. These solemn veterans stood in neat rows, waiting for the King's orders.
With Laing's nod, the Brittany army began to attack.
"Laing, we'll suffer great losses if you keep fighting like this." Morgiana held the Holy Grail of Potion in her hand. The Lake Goddess Witch frowned slightly. Morgiana looked at the vast army of Chaos that covered the entire city. She asked Laing, "Your brother doesn't look like a brilliant person."
"He has his insistence, and I have mine. For father's sake, I'll help him this once." The Knight King nodded to Duke Laing and Duke Berchemund, indicating that they could begin.
"You seem to be angry?" Morgiana could feel the changes in Laing's mood. After all, the two had been together for a long time. Morgiana could see the fluctuations in Laing's mood from many small places and small movements.
"I won't get angry with a beast that's been locked in a cage." Laing shook his head, but the Knight King's face was still gloomy. "I just feel sorry for my soldiers. They shouldn't have to suffer such heavy casualties. But … this is the spirit of a knight. I feel that I'm now in a prisoner's dilemma. No matter what I do, it will be wrong."
"I'll support you," Morgiana said softly.
"I know." Laing observed the battle closely. The only thing the Knight King could do now was to try his best to reduce the casualties of the army through his command.
Impris wanted to join the battle, but Laing reached out and patted the griffin's head, indicating that he should calm down.
Knight King began to understand why Rimanrus was so unpopular in the original body.
What was truly disgusting was the fact that Rimanrus was the Emperor's tool and his blade.
In fact, it wasn't because everyone knew that it was the emperor's idea. Since it was the emperor's idea, there was no need to hate him. According to the old saying, it was the emperor's imperial edict.
What the Originals didn't like was Rimanrus' overbearing attitude, as well as his little personal use of the power granted to him by the Emperor when he was doing things.
He brought his personal likes and dislikes into the exercise of his power.
Rimanrus never felt that he was wrong. Never.
Would the original body blame him for this after the event? No. It was very simple because sending Rimanrus was the emperor's idea. No matter what Rimanrus chose, he could represent the emperor.
It was very subtle.
Now, the Army of Chaos and the human army were fighting on the ruins of the destroyed city of Wolfenburg. The newly joined human army quickly broke through the outer defense of the Army of Chaos. The Army of Chaos was in a somewhat awkward situation. There were still more than 20,000 Empire soldiers defending Bull Castle. The inner castle was also a strong fortress built of granite and obsidian. It would take time for the Army of Chaos to take down such a strong city.
However, at this most critical moment, the Army of Chaos had lost its commander. The Eternal Chosen One, Black Iron Motkin, stood among his personal guards, the Crimson Reapers. He did not give any orders. Without the unified command of the Eternal Chosen One, the Army of Chaos began to fall into a situation where they fought on their own.
So what was Motkin doing?
The Eternal Chosen One stood there, neither sad nor happy. He could feel that since he killed Oleg, a powerful force was singing in his veins. Endless Chaotic energy was echoing in his body. The power and whispers from the subspace entered his limbs and bones. Motkin felt that his body was continuing to change. The Four Gods of Chaos were satisfied with his contribution. They expressed their appreciation for the destruction of Wolfenburg and the great contribution that Motkin had made in this battle. The Four Gods of Chaos were willing to give him more power to continue.
More importantly, Motkin could feel that, with his efforts, the barrier between the realm of Chaos and the real world had become broken. In his consciousness, he felt something new.
He felt that, at the end of the world, in the distant Kurgan, countless Chaos tribes and hundreds of thousands of followers were gathering under another powerful Eternal Chosen One. The Eternal Chosen One was even more powerful than him. His army was at its peak, and his will was unstoppable.
His name, his name was …
"Eichahn." As if by instinct, Motkin said the name of the other Eternal Chosen One.
You are the beginning of the Final Moment.
The Four Gods of Chaos said.
"You are only the beginning of the Final Moment. You are the beginning of all the great plans, and he is the one who will end everything."
"Now, continue to fight. Defeat them. Use the power that we have given you to destroy everything. There is also White Wolf City, Mildenheim, the Eye of the Forest, Tara Beheim, the Knight's City, Colona, the heart of the Empire, Brunswick, and the southern town of Nur. Motkin, you still have many missions to complete."
"Kill the Knight King, Laing, Marshal Rick, Helberg, the Witch of the Lake, Morgiana, and the heroes and elites of the human race. And that wolf. Continue your great plan. Continue to fight. This is the mission that the gods have given you. It is also the price that you must pay. It is your destiny."
The whispers of the evil gods kept ringing in Motkin's ears, but the Eternal Chosen One did not move.
The battle lasted for an hour. Without Motkin's command, the Army of Chaos was forced to fight on both sides. They were beaten back and moved closer to Motkin.
Finally, after a bitter battle, Rimanrus defeated the Eternal Dancer.
Finally, the Knight Rick, under the leadership of Helberg, broke through the indestructible shield wall of the Nosikas.
Finally, the Armoured Nur's volley shot the entire team of Chaos Knights off their horses.
Finally, under the personal leadership of Duke Berchemund, the Chaos Army was divided and annihilated by the knights one by one.
However, the battle was still unfavorable to the human alliance. Laing even estimated that if he wanted to annihilate the entire Chaos Army, he would have to be prepared for more than half of his army to be killed.
At this time, Motkin finally made a move. The Eternal Chosen One put down his black iron battle axe and took off his two-headed horned helmet.
Under the helmet was a bearded face. Although some parts of the face had begun to mutate, the general outline could be seen. Motkin was a middle-aged man with a white beard. His face had the typical features of the Nosikas, with deep eye sockets, a thin nose, and a weather-beaten face.
Rimanrus was still charging back and forth among the Chaos Demons. When he saw Motkin's face, the Wolf King was furious. "Motkin! You will pay a terrible price for what you have done! Get ready for my judgment! "
Rimanrus' words seemed to have turned on a certain switch.
"I, have, no, choice!" Motkin's voice was like rolling thunder. The Eternal Chosen One roared hysterically. "I have no choice! That is my hometown! That is my people and family!!! "
"I have no choice! I don't want to kill anyone! But I have no choice! "Motkin roared at everyone on the battlefield." I want revenge! Don't I know the consequences of making a deal with an evil god?! But I have no choice! "
"Isn't it just death? Isn't it just being toyed with by an evil god? " Motkin's weathered face was twisted. His left eyelid drooped and white smoke came out of his mouth. He shouted hoarsely, "Am I the only Chosen One of the Chaos in the entire northern wasteland?! Am I the only one whose hometown and family were destroyed by Oleg and you Southerners? "
"Judgment? I'm telling you! I'm telling you Southerners! In this world, no one can order me, and no one can judge me! Not even the Four Gods of Chaos!!! "
No!
No!
No!
Motkin's voice echoed above the ruins of Wolfenburg. His voice spread throughout the central mountains and the Shadowy Forest. "Southerners! I declare that I, Motkin, have no grudges with you! I know that everything has a price! Let Wolfenburg be the consolation of my home! I can never go back there, and my legend is over. "
"I want to die like a normal person. My will is my own. I want to leave, although it may be too late now, and I may not be able to go to the temple of my ancestors."
"But I, Motkin, am not anyone's plaything, and I will not be anyone's servant! No one can order me! Judge me! F * ck the Four Gods of Chaos! F * ck the Phobia, Nurture, and Sin! " The Chosen One of the Eternal Gods laughed, and two streams of turbid tears flowed down his face. "Take a good look, look at this city. Southerners, what have you been protecting?"
"In Kislöw! I've slaughtered two million people. In the Empire, I've slaughtered three million people! " Motkin continued to laugh wildly. He reached out his hand and held his black iron battle axe. "Take a good look at the ruins of this city. Take a good look at what you've been protecting?!"
The Chosen One of the Eternal Gods' words shocked everyone present. Laing frowned. He silently pulled out the Nemesis and held it in his hand. Motkin's sins were so grave that the Knight King was determined to kill him today, no matter what the cost.
However, what happened next shocked everyone once again.
"Isn't it just death? Isn't it just a soul falling into darkness forever? I'll return it to Oleg, I'll return it to you! But remember, in this world, no one has the right to order me, no one has the right to judge me!!! "
As soon as he finished speaking, the black iron battle axe was swung. The hot blade of the axe swept across Motkin's neck, and blood burst out.
He raised his strong arm, took his head from his neck, and held it in the air.
Blood spilled all over the ground.
Motkin turned his head to everyone. He had paid his debt, and he felt that he no longer owed anyone.
At the end of his consciousness, an image flashed across Motkin's mind. It was the face of another Chosen One of the Eternal Gods. He was looking everywhere for the last Divine Artifact of Chaos, and was walking on his destined path.
Eichahn, this is the end of me, Motkin.
Suicide, end a painful life.
The future, it's up to you to complete.
Even the Four Gods of Chaos were shocked by Motekin's actions, let alone everyone on the battlefield. By the time the loyal Crimson Reapers realized it, it was already too late. Every Chosen of Chaos could not help but let out a sorrowful howl. These angry Crimson Reapers rushed into the battlefield and killed all the creatures that stood in the way of the king. They then formed a circular shield wall.
Motkin's epic revenge story ended here. Having lost the Chosen One of the Eternal Gods, the Army of Chaos collapsed instantly. More than 80,000 soldiers saw that their leader had committed suicide. They were first shocked, then angry, and finally, the army gradually collapsed into tribes, battle groups, and battle gangs. A small number of loyal Army of Chaos still resisted tenaciously, but most of the Army of Chaos had already realized that defeat was imminent, and they all fled.
Although there were only 30,000 Army of Chaos left, although Laing and Rimanrus personally went to the battlefield to kill the enemy, although more than 20 Holy Grail Knights and thousands of cavalry under the leadership of Morgiana and Duke Berchemund swept the Army of Chaos like a gust of wind, although the Armoured Nur severely injured the Chaos Demonic Dragon Stratescu the Great with a round of volley and was finally killed by Bertrand with a black arrow, although the Reik Guards and the Blackstone Guards cut open the armor of every Warrior of Chaos.
The Human Alliance still fought hard on the ruins of Wolfenburg for a full nine hours. After paying nearly 20,000 casualties, they finally destroyed the Army of Chaos.
When another night fell, the flames of Wolfenburg were finally extinguished.
All the Crimson Reapers gathered around Motkin's body. They repelled everyone who tried to get close to the body of their beloved king until Rimanrus and Laing personally charged and killed them. Aurora summoned the Ice Elemental Supreme Lord to freeze them all. Finally, Morgiana personally released the potion Comet of the Holy Grail to blow up their shield wall. These loyal warriors refused to leave the king even one step.
In the end, the entire Crimson Reaper Army of the Four Gods and the Chosen One of the Four Gods turned into ashes together with Motkin. The mausoleum of the King of the North was the last place he conquered in his life.
The battle was over.
It was not like the Battle of the Three Kings.
After the victory of the Battle of Wolfenburg, there was no celebration banquet, no cheers.
It was just the end.
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