Chapter 1334, the Emperor Is Dead

Vlad was defeated, and the defeat of the Lord of Death added to Brunswick's plight.

The three undead kings outside the city all felt Vlad's defeat. Among them, Gul and Luthor Harken still wanted to fight, but Akhan, the Lich King, decided to retreat.

As we all know, Akhan's loyalty to Vlad is limited. If Vlad is there, he will naturally obey Vlad's orders, but if Vlad is gone, Akhan's goal is still to plan how to revive him Vlad himself is well aware of this, Nagash, his master, but the absolute pride of being the old nobleman of Nicohala and the absolute confidence of being the Maharaja of Death made Vlad firmly believe that he would not overturn. Will not overturn, for Vlad, Akhan's loyalty is infinite loyalty.

But Vlad was defeated. The Lord of Death ate the ultimate move that he planned to give to Ryan, and died twice in a row. He will not be resurrected so quickly this time. Seeing this, Akhan ordered to retreat, and the army of undead obeyed. Following Arkham's orders, they gradually withdrew from the Brunswick suburbs.

This put Nuer Army under tremendous pressure.

In Rundstede Castle, the battle is still going on. The Nuer army in black and black armor is guarding the streets under the leadership of Frederick and Noelle. The army of undead in the city has all disappeared with Vlad's defeat. .

"Hold it! Hold it!" Frederick had been fighting for more than ten hours at this time. The baron knew that the Nuer army was very tired. He rode his horse and ran through the streets, calling on the soldiers to persevere.

"My baron, do we have any reinforcements? Anything!"

"Yes, there will be reinforcements!" Frederick shouted words that he didn't believe.

"Where do they come from?"

"I said yes!" Frederick didn't know how to answer these questions, so he could only roar in a rude manner: "Just listen to me!"

After rushing through several streets, Frederick came to the front line. Behind the two steam tanks was the solid shield formation of Nuer's halberd army. There were mortars and a group of big swordsmen. Noelle was commanding the army. The war The incarnation of the goddess saw Frederick coming: "Frey? How is the situation?"

"We might die together, Noelle." Frederick dismounted from his horse. He stretched out his hands and held his fiancée's hands. He said with a sad smile, "The army of undead disappeared, and we are the only ones left."

"It's not just ours." The roses on Noelle's cheeks were still so bright, and the incarnation of the goddess of war shook her head: "There are everyone, soldiers, and the people of Brunswick, Frey, you have to remember , I am with you, the soldiers of Nur are with you, and the people of the empire are with you."

"Life is like a journey. What you care about is not the destination, but the scenery and the mood of seeing the scenery along the way." Noelle stretched out her arms and bravely expressed herself to Frederick, her fiancé. Heart: "In the morning light of dawn, the golden sun will illuminate the earth again. The fields are lush and green. On both sides of the road, there are gates, castles, and extremely prosperous markets. The gates of the city are open. Your family coat of arms hangs along the gate of the city, with soldiers on both sides, they will sing your name and tell your story, and your traces will be left on the whole country, the whole nation, and every corner of the world."

"That sounds really good." Frederick remembered his grandpa's story.

Is the emperor dead?

Yes, for a long time, ten thousand years, the Emperor was dead.

But is the Emperor alive?

Yes, even though the emperor's body is dead, his influence, his name, his traces, his beliefs, and his will are spread in every corner of the galaxy. From this point of view, he is always alive.

Some people are alive, he is dead.

Some people died, he was alive.

"Then, let's fight!" Frederick suddenly felt a powerful force rising from his body.

Facing the cruel reality, Frederick had no choice, he played all the cards in his hand,

But still facing desperation, Frederick knew that he had to make a choice. He could choose to stay, burn to ashes with the city, and fight a desperate war.

Or, he can choose to order the Nuer army to retreat and give up his defense zone. Taking advantage of the huge losses of the Chaos army and the Britannia jihad army outside the city, it is not difficult to escape, but doing so means that he chooses to In order to give up their own people, give up those civilians hiding behind the Nuer army, give up their responsibilities, just to survive.

So, how to choose?

"Yes, the Chaos army will win, but we are doomed to fail." Frederick smiled, and he clenched the rune tooth in his hand. The young baron was like a young lion cub, moving towards All the Nuer soldiers present said: "Soldiers, there is bad news, the enemy is five times our size!"

Nuerjun was silent for a moment.

"But there is good news, I still have ten rounds!"

"Hahahahahahahahahahahaha!" The Nuer burst into laughter, what a typical Nuer joke, we like it!

Frederick was walking in the queue of great swordsmen, the baron smiled and said, "Are you confident in your marksmanship?"

"have!"

"That's it! Aim and shoot me!"

"Yes!" The Nuer army was boiling again, the soldiers shouted Frederick's name, and seemed to have heard the noise here, a group of Pegasus knights in the sky crossed the city wall and flew towards this side.

"It's father! Father is here to support us!" Frederick's eyes lit up, and the big griffin Impris headed by him carried the seriously injured Ryan, and Marshal Francois of Britannia behind him , Casson, the Duke of Carcassonne, Veronica, the female speaker, and a dozen Holy Grail knights came riding on Pegasus.

"It's Ryan!"

"Lian is here! Ryan is coming!"

When the Chaos Army saw the appearance of Ryan himself, they retreated one after another. Thousands of Chaos Army could charge against the steam cannon of the Nuer steam tank, but they would flee directly when they saw Ryan coming. Shake your head.

The fear of Chaos towards Ryan was engraved deep into his bone marrow. There was news on the city wall that Ryan fought against four Chaos demons alone and killed four Chaos demon armies. This strength is against the sky.

"Father!" Frederick ran in front of Ryan. The eldest son was so excited that he couldn't restrain himself, but he could only stand in front of Ryan, watching his radiant light. His obviously seriously injured body could scare thousands of Chaos troops The father who turned around and ran away, Frederick's heart was full of unwillingness, admiration, jealousy, and admiration. After thinking for a few seconds, he still knelt down on one knee: "Dad, you are here at last. Mom is waiting for you." For a long time."

With a complicated complexion, Ryan walked down with the support of the Duke of Casson and Veronica. He looked at Frederick's face blackened by gunpowder smoke and war, his tattered burqa and cloak, and his full body. It's a shield with ax marks, and the father's voice fluctuated slightly: "You're dark and thin."

"Really?" Frederick only felt a sore nose, but the son gritted his teeth, raised his head, and looked directly at Ryan's face: "My son feels better and stronger."

"The gods are about to entrust mortals with great responsibilities, and they must first work hard and work hard." Ryan blinked, nodded slightly, and motioned Frederick to stand up: "You have fought well in the last few battles."

"That's all thanks to the support of all the soldiers, and the three armed forces will use their lives." Frederick did not accept Ryan's praise.

The father and son looked at each other. The father narrowed his eyes slightly, as if he wanted to look at his eldest son again. The son was full of stubbornness, but he had to be overwhelmed by his father's aura. He couldn't look directly into Ryan's eyes, so he could only lower his head slightly.

Veronica, who was standing beside Ryan, sighed softly. The female speaker competed with Suria Emilia. Ryan's eldest son and younger son knew a little about each other. Frederick was not in Ryan since he was a child. Growing up next to him, of course, the Nuer people of the empire would never allow Frey to receive chivalry education by Ryan's side, which caused the father and son to have some differences.

Is Frederick convinced by his father?

It was both convincing and unconvincing. No matter his prestige, strength, record, or wrist, he could not compare with the father of Ryan, and it was not a little worse, but a few levels worse. Frey had to be convinced. He was also in many things. It was done by Ryan's remaining prestige, without the support of this father, he would not be so smooth.

Don't talk too much about unconvinced questions, you understand.

The relationship between father and son is restrained and awkward, but it is also frank.

The son is always fighting against his father to become a man.

"Get ready, let's go to support the Imperial Palace." Ryan said to Frederick.

"Just us?" Frederick opened his mouth wide: "Father, is your injury okay?"

"Where is there so much nonsense." Ryan looked towards the distance of the palace, and the twin-tailed comet traversed the top of the imperial palace. The King of Knights was going to say something, but he suddenly felt the whole world shocked, endless magic The wind is untied!

Maelstrom, liberated!

"quick!"

………I am the dividing line between father and son………

Karl Franz was leaning against the golden chain that usually held the hammer Gail-Maraz. The golden chain that used to hang the hammer was now empty. He was covered in blood and dying. His right arm was severed by Otto's scythe, and blood stained the steps.

The emperor suddenly realized that he had always overestimated his own strength.

His close friend Ryan Machado once "evaluated" Emperor Karl Franz, saying that he is a master of the political level of the empire since Ludwig, a genius in diplomacy, an emperor on the Griffon, and an excellent military Home, qualified duelist.

Karl Franz was very happy to receive such a high evaluation from Ryan, but he was also a little displeased. The meaning of Ryan's evaluation is very simple, that is, the emperor's internal affairs are the best in the world, and his diplomacy is also very strong. There is no problem, but it is clearly pointed out in a convincing tone that the emperor's army management is better than general strategy, and will be slightly better than personal bravery.

It wasn't until the emperor was punched flying by Otto with his initial strength in the sanctuary that he lost the ability to resist. Only then did Karl Franz realize that he had always overestimated his own strength, and he was invincible in duels. A large part of the strength of Wushuang hammering everything along the way comes from the divine hammer Gael-Maraz. This artifact, which is a dwarf heirloom and then an imperial heirloom, can increase the user's strength by ten times, and it also provides 100% armor-piercing Demon-breaking effect.

With Gail Malaz in hand, the emperor might still be able to fight the three Grote brothers. Without the hammer, the emperor's strength can only be said to be the same thing. He is a mortal after all. He realized that he He didn't have the power to fight against these mutants and those favored by evil gods. The enemy was too powerful. He just pierced Guruit's body with the Rune Fang sword, but it was useless, it was just a wound.

So who still has the power to fight against the evil god?

What is all that we have insisted on all this time?

The silver seal was shining, sustaining the emperor's crumbling life, and his remaining left arm was still holding the Dragon Tooth Sword firmly. He could only watch, watching the second brother of the three brothers Martak and Grote fighting , Watching Deathclaw and Guruit fighting together, watching Mattak's two-headed griffin being dismembered by Otto, and the internal organs fell to the ground.

The chief wizard of the empire, Greg Mattak, and Ezerak had a spell duel. Compared with Gelt, Mattak was far inferior in strength and resistance to chaos. His amber The spear retreated repeatedly in front of Ezerac's plague spell, and the wizard on the opposite side was far stronger than him. The good boy authorized by Nurgle was able to unscrupulously pull a steady stream of magic power from the realm of chaos and throw it straight at him. As the power of fear grew, Mattaker noticed a pustule bulge on his forearm, and he felt his staff twisting and deforming, its core corroding and turning against him, and being Gradually transformed into a frenzy of freak filth that destroyed the empire from Marienburg to Ostermark.

Mattak was terrified, he quickly summoned a group of crows, and then turned and fled. The shouting chief wizard of the imperial royal family attracted a group of chaotic warriors and beastmen to chase him, but he escaped anyway.

The emperor found himself not blaming Mattak at all, he had done his best, hadn't he?

At the critical moment, Rick Marshal Helberg and Griffin Duke Ivan arrived, and Rick's guards, Griffon Knights, and less than 30 battle court guards responsible for guarding the palace made their final resistance.

The emperor saw that Duke Ivan, who was over 120 years old, was fighting Ezerak with all his strength, and the real silver sword of the griffin was shining again and again.

The emperor saw that Helberg was desperate to fight, and the old man was obviously not Otto's opponent. He just fought with blood and pure anger, and even forced Otto back for a while, but the old man's physical strength had already been exhausted. Failure is only a matter of time.

Deathclaw and Gurit fought together and fell into the Imperial Garden.

The emperor saw his personal bodyguard Rick Guard, the proud Griffin Knight of the Empire, and those who symbolized the last guarding force of the palace, the Battle Court Guards fell one by one, those familiar and unfamiliar faces, those one by one With the passing of a once vivid name, Karl Franz couldn't help but burst into tears. He really wanted to tell everyone that they were wrong, there was no way to defeat Chaos, so what if they could defeat the three Grote brothers here? One-half of the empire has fallen, the army of chaos is still rampant, the main force of the eternal gods has not even moved, and the empire is still sinking in corruption.

All his life, Karl Franz had drilled his subjects to understand that they must fight, that they must never surrender, only the sword.

The emperor didn't know what else he could do to save his empire, not at all.

He struggled hard, trying to get up, and there were chaotic champions who couldn't wait to come up to harvest the emperor's life. Ivan, the Duke of Griffin, stopped in front of the emperor, fighting hard, and resisted the three plagues of Ezerac After the spell, Ivan finally became dull. Ezerac laughed and smashed the old duke's head with his staff. The long plague spear pierced Ivan's eye socket, and Ivan pierced the real silver holy sword. Pushing Ezerac's shoulder back, and then fell beside the emperor, he glanced at the emperor with his remaining eye: "Your Majesty...don't give up...not yet, it's over...not yet, it's over .”

After speaking, the pupils of Ryan's godfather, the old Duke who had ruled the Griffon Knights for sixty years, gradually dilated, and his clenched hands loosened.

"Ivan!" Karl Franz called out his name in pain, but there was no response.

Similarly, the brief duel between Helberg and Otto was also decided. How could the old man be Otto's opponent? With the arrival of his low physical strength, the old man's movements deformed, and Otto seized the opportunity to pull the edge of the sickle. The blade slashed down fiercely, and the evil curved edge deeply pierced Helberg's breastplate and split his flesh. With supernatural strength, Otto raised the scythe and lifted Helberg's body high. Lifted and thrown, the scythe slid and tore his chest in bloody flesh.

Helberg also drew a long arc, and just fell to the side of the emperor. Marshal Rick saw the emperor again. The madness in the old marshal's eyes gradually dissipated. He reached out and held the emperor's left hand. , Holding the iron tightly, the iron tight, with the last sliver of hope, Helberg inhaled and exhaled forcefully: "Stand up, emperor, stand up, continue...fight, persist...fight."

Marshal Rick, who has been burdened with countless infamy and assumed all responsibilities, looked at the emperor, waiting for his answer.

"Then, let's fight." A second later, Karl Franz was no longer desperate, he slowly calmed down, looking at Helberg's urgent gaze, the emperor nodded slowly, but tears couldn't stop flowing.

Helberg finally showed a gratified expression, the light in Marshal Rick's eyes disappeared, his body was completely limp, and he lay motionless and silent on the edge of the altar, his armor was soaked in blood.

All the glory, all the crimes, and all the pains dissipated with the passing of Helberg, and a smile finally appeared on the corner of Helberg's mouth. The torment of the past few months was over, and he was relieved.

Karl Franz struggled to his feet, holding the Runefang in one arm, blood still dripping from the wound on his right shoulder.

Yes, the forces of Chaos will triumph, and we are doomed.

But so what? Have we ever been afraid? I will fight Chaos to the end! I will dedicate my everything to this battle between good and evil, and I will tell Chaos, do you want to get this city?

Then ask me whether I agree or not!

I am the country, I am the world!

empire? I am the empire!

Want to defeat my empire?

Then step over my dead body! ! !

"Do these Nankes don't understand what failure is?" Eldest brother Otto looked at the Nanke emperor who looked like Xiaoqiang, with a bored expression on his face: "The servants of the Nanke cowardly gods, listen to the fact that human beings The reign is over."

"At least……"

"Um?"

"At least, I still have the Dragon Tooth Sword!!!"

Under the golden radiance of the Hammer Hall, the one-armed emperor made his last charge.

Otto then swung the plague scythe, and as the muscles and tendons tore apart, a long blood mark swayed in front of the altar.

The emperor's arms were broken.

Otto kicked up, and Karl Franz fell down in front of the altar in the Hammer Hall again. He breathed heavily and looked at the three Grote brothers in front of him.

Otto parted the fingers of the Emperor's left arm, picked up the Rune Fang, waved it with a roar of victory, and then, like a conqueror, raised the dragon's tooth sword and sent it easily into the Emperor's chest.

Everything in the Holy Hammer Hall came to a standstill, and the sound of the sword's edge piercing through flesh and blood resounded.

A lifetime of hard work, countless battles since ascension to the throne, and all possible efforts, Karl Franz, Emperor of the Empire, Elector, Grand Prince of Reikland, Grand Duke of Brunswick, Bearer of the Silver Seal and The holder of the Runefang, the heir to all the sacred heritage of Charlemagne from the sea to the Boundary Mountains, finally stopped breathing.

The emperor is dead.