Chapter 1269 The rise and fall of the empire is here!
The people of the Empire may never have imagined that one day they would have to fight side by side with the undead.
But at this moment, the appearance of the undead was decisive for the imperial army's aid. The black knights rushed towards the formation of the Chaos God's Chosen Warriors. Vlad von Carstein raised his blood-drinking sword and walked along the hillside.
and the Talabek River, the black knights moved forward inexorably, and under the leadership of the blood knights launched an extremely spectacular charge, with horse hooves like thunder and lances like rain.
The Chaos army was not idle either. They immediately turned around under the command of Kron-the Conqueror. As the Marius army was repulsed, Typhons, son of Mortarion and Lord of the Plague Hive, turned around. He looked at it with boredom.
A new enemy has appeared.
After the Battle of Constantiniya, Typhons followed Mortarion and fled into the subspace rift. Mortarion was swept away by the subspace turbulence on the spot and was exiled to an unknown location (Sanguinius was originally
It would take at least a few hundred years to come back), but Typhons relied on his genetic father to block Archon
Luanliu didn't have much to do for a while, and it took him a few years to return to this world. Under the recommendation of the Four Gods of Chaos, he met Archaon, the Eternal God Chosen, and soon fell in love with him, who was even stronger than Abaddon.
Attracted by his strength and reasonable "small goals", he decided to temporarily serve as Archaon's pawn.
Compared with Abaddon's unrealistic fantasy of "killing the false emperor and burning the galaxy", Typhons feels that Archaon's "first to set a small goal, such as destroying a world and adding an Eye of Terror" is more reliable.
Much more, not to mention that Archaon is much stronger than Abaddon.
Of course, Typhons still had thoughts of revenge in his heart.
The Death Guard urgently turned around and formed a line under the orders of Typhons and Croon, trying to withstand Vlad's onslaught.
Vlad von Carstein, the Lord of Sylvania, the Army of Death, the demigod looked at these death guards with absolute pride and strength. The putrid smell and decaying smell from their bodies made the vampires
The earl was so disgusted that he raised his blood-drinking sword, and behind him was the sky full of soul fire.
"Great spell, wind of death!"
Hundreds of Netherworld winds swept wildly into the Chaos army. The bright red Netherworld wind swept across, and the souls of countless Chaos warriors instantly left their bodies. Their wills were taken away alive, and they turned into a ball of rusty rotten flesh.
The shield wall was smashed open by the undead, Vlad von Carstein personally raised his sword and charged into the army of Chaos. The Lord of Death was invincible and unstoppable!
"Ahhhh!" Lich King Arkhan was sitting on the skeleton chariot. He raised his staff and a soul withering spell swallowed up a whole row of Nurgle God's Chosen Warriors. These Nurgle God's Chosen Warriors
The pustules, sores, boils, and scabs all solidified and lost their vitality.
Death, Nurgle's natural enemy!
Gul appeared, and the undead warriors chosen by the four gods of chaos slaughtered their former compatriots without mercy. It smashed the shield of a chaos warrior with an axe. The power of the black ax was unstoppable. Behind it, there were the barren graves of three legions.
The guards advanced together, and the elite Tomb Guards, who were also heavily armored, collided with the Chosen Warriors of Chaos. The previously arrogant Chaos Chosen Warriors finally met their opponents!
"Wow!" Luther Haken laughed wildly and led a large group of undead deck musketeers, blasting swarms of cannonballs into the Chaos formation: "If you don't steal or rob, it's me. The great king of the deep sea will punish you!"
This was a life-saving reinforcement. Although Karl Franz was in a complicated mood, the emperor still sent greetings and thanks to Vlad. He immediately ordered all the remaining reserves of the empire to be under flag officer Ludwig Schloss.
Under the leadership of Watts Hammer, they are fully pressed, and the Eternal Chosen will be solved today!
Typhons and Vlad collided, the Plague Scythe collided with the Blood-Drinking Sword, Vlad looked at Typhons with an expression that looked at bugs and disgusting things, the Lord of Death waved the Blood-Drinking Sword and turned in a circle
, forced Typhons back, and then slashed Typhons's shoulder directly with a sword. Typhons's shoulder armor instantly cracked a hole. The Lord of the Plague Hive realized that the person in front of him was a strong enemy: "I
Let me be your opponent!"
Vlad ignored Typhons at all. The Lord of Death turned his attention to the battlefield. He found Woten and Luther Hus in the middle of the battlefield. At this time, there were probably less than two hundred people in Charlemagne's army, and they were
Surrounded by black heavily armored Chaos Chosen Warriors, Vlad immediately ordered Gul to hold them back, while shouting at Woten: "Leave this to me, you go and deal with that person!"
"You don't have to say it!" Woten reluctantly agreed. With the help of the Tomb Guards and the Black Knights, Charlemagne's chosen champion finally broke through the obstacles of the Chaos Shield Wall and reached the front of Kron the Conqueror.
"Listen to me! You scum!!!" Typhons found that his opponent was actually fighting him while still giving orders. He couldn't help but become angry. The Lord of the Plague Hive sprayed out a few words at Vlad.
Ten Paths of Bile: "Accept the power of the Lord of Life!"
If it were Vlad in the past, maybe the Lord of Sylvania would be a little wary of these, but now he is the demigod Lord of Death, and the power of death is the natural enemy of Nurgle's power of decay. Vlad gently
With a single spell, Nurgle's "blessing of life" was dispelled. With a backhand sword, the blood-drinking sword as fast as lightning slashed through Typhons's armor, forcing the Lord of the Plague Hive to retreat. Vlad continued to attack
Arkhan ordered: "Go and awaken the bones and support the Imperial Army!"
"Understood." Arkhan nodded, and the Lich King immediately retreated, and two tomb guard legions took the place of Arkhan's original location.
"No! Xu! No! Disdain! Me!" Typhons was so angry that he even sprayed yellow-green poisonous smoke from his head. He swore to himself that he would destroy the undead creature in front of him today.
Let his genetic father Mortarion have nothing to say about his glory and victory, and he will be rewarded justly by Nurgle and elevated to the rank of Daemon Prince!
Vlad was finally attracted by Typhons, and the Lord of Death looked indifferent: "Then, come on!"
Relying on the reinforcements of the undead, the imperial army finally temporarily stabilized its position. The soldiers were ashamed that they actually needed the undead to save them, but they were fortunate that they still had allies to count on. Their morale had recovered and they had some time to regroup. The left wing
Elector Marius and Duke Ivan of the Griffin quickly retreated and reorganized their left-wing troops, while General Meike on the right ordered all the great swordsmen to move forward to support Wotten and Hus.
At this time, Charlemagne's army probably had less than 100 men left, and the banner of the Eternal Chosen was already in sight. Croon the Conqueror was forced to fight in person. Seeing Croon approaching, Huss rode forward.
The priest's hammer struck down directly on the skull of the Eternal Chosen Lieutenant. If the blow was accurate, it could shatter Croon's skull.
But Cron moved quickly and brushed aside the hammer blow with his weapon. The target of Cron's counterattack was not Huss, but the priest's horse.
As Cron counterattacked, the war horse screamed in pain, and the battle ax almost cut off the horse's front legs with one blow, and Hus fell directly from the saddle to the ground.
Before Hus had time to stand firm, Croon immediately rushed to the priest, and the great sword of chaos pierced Hus' shoulder deeply: "You lose, priest!"
"Until the world is destroyed! Charlemagne, give me strength!!!" When the priest's hammer fell from his weak hand, Hus summoned the holy fire to rush towards his tormentor: "Fire of the soul!"
His whole body was enveloped in flames and burned. Kron was frightened, but he did not fall. His next sword cut deeply into the priest's scalp and cracked his head. Hus screamed and the priest was gone.
With the blessing of his will, the fire of the soul disappeared.
Croon laughed at his victory, parried Hus' desperate punch, and readied his sword for the final blow.
When Cron's sword hit the target, Woten urged his mount to pierce the heavy pressure and descend the battlefield, attacking Cron from behind: "Die! Chaos bastard, I grant you relief in the name of Charlemagne!"
Gal-Malaz smashed it down hard, and the Conqueror hurriedly blocked it. The power of the hammer made Cron take several steps back, and the power of the hammer made Cron scream in pain.
Huss was forgotten, and Croon turned to Woten, his battle-axe flashing by to hack the young man's horse to pieces like a priest's.
However, this time the move failed.
Woten's mount, Leon, the Sun King of Britannia, was a personal gift to him. It is a mixed-blood elf war horse produced in the Royal Stables of Lion. This war horse is made up of the pure-blood elf war horse Grape II and the mixed-blood elf war horse Mango.
Third generation hybrid
Born with a relatively pure bloodline, excellent in intelligence, physical strength, endurance and load-bearing. Although Kron's heavy blow was fast and powerful, the mixed-blood elf war horse quickly jumped to the side, leaving only the conqueror's sharp blade cutting through the empty air, crackling.
Sound.
Woten swung his hammer again and smashed Croon's great sword of chaos into pieces.
Archaon's trusted second-in-command and personal champion now only has his battle ax in hand, but he still has no intention of surrendering.
Tasting the power of Volten and the power of the hammer Gale Maraz, Archaon's lieutenant was afraid in his heart, but he was unwilling to admit it on his face. He picked up a shield of the Chosen Warrior of Chaos from the ground and protected it carefully.
Focusing on his own vitals and waving his battle ax desperately, Woten couldn't seize the opportunity to knock down Croron with one blow, and Croron dodged several attacks with great difficulty.
After all, Woten only has a few years of fighting experience, which is not comparable to that of Cron who has been fighting in the Chaos Wasteland for hundreds of years. Charlemagne, who was anxious to attack, used his strength and hit Cron's helmet with one blow.
There was a flash of sparks but failed to hit the target. Croon seized the opportunity and kicked Woten in the waist. Charlemagne's chosen champion unfortunately fell.
Win! Kron shouted victory, he raised his ax and planned to give Woten the final blow.
But Kron forgot something that should not be forgotten, and that was Luther Huss, the reformer of the Church of Justice! The combat priest endured the pain of being shot and picked up his priest hammer: "Charlie
Man curses you!"
The flying hammer hit Kron in the back, knocking him staggering.
For Wroten, enough is enough.
The God-Chosen Champion wielded the divine hammer Gale Maraz, and smashed Croon's shield with the first hammer. The head of the hammer hit Croon's chest, creating a big crater in Croon the Conqueror's chest.
There was a sound like exploding beans, and even the full-body god-given plate armor blessed by Chaos could not stop the power of Gail Maraz!
The steel cracked, and Woten hit Kron's head with a second blow. The Chaos Horn Helmet was directly embedded in Kron's head, pressed tightly together, and became a piece of iron on the outside and flesh on the inside.
meat discus.
The Great Khan of Kurgan, the adjutant of Archaon the Everchosen, Conqueror of Kron, died in Heffengen.
Kron's death shocked the entire Chaos army, and the Kurgan began to waver, but something happened that surprised the empire.
The imagined victory did not come. The Chaos Demons on the battlefield were still active. The Kurgans were shaken and panicked, but they did not directly drop their weapons and flee.
Soon, the empire realized a huge problem - this great warlord of chaos that we tried our best to eliminate was not the Eternal Chosen One?
It's like a brave man who tried his best and sacrificed everything finally defeated the enemy, only to find that the opponent was not the Demon King but just the weakest of the four kings under the Demon King. Despite the victory, the feeling of fatigue and loss could no longer be resisted, and the Empire
The army had been fighting from early morning to night, and the more than ten hours of hard fighting had made the imperial army extremely exhausted.
The Imperial Army on the right wing began to be unable to hold on any longer. No matter how General Meck tried to regroup, the Imperial Army began to rout. The last thirty dervishes of Charlemagne's army used their lives to cover the retreat of Watten and Hus, and all died in the battle.
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Vlad, the Lord of Death, realized the problem, and he drove away Typhonse who was entangled with him with one sword.
At this time, Typhons was extremely miserable. After all, the power of the Lord of the Plague Hive was not as good as his genetic father, Mortarion, and was not enough to compete with Vlad, a demigod. However, Nurgle's children are always very tenacious.
Not only was he extremely durable, but his toughness and physical strength were extremely high. Vlad thought he could quickly defeat Typhons, but he didn't expect that he still couldn't defeat Typhons after fighting for a long time.
Vlad was patient and elegant. The Lord of Death used magic to constantly crack Typhons' plague shell, and then guided the wind of death into his body. Typhons's body began to lose activity, and his body
The surface became increasingly stiff and crystallized, and the originally rotten skin and rotten flesh were gradually covered and replaced by amethyst. This process was extremely painful, so painful that even Typhons felt despair.
Typhons likes to make others despair, but he doesn't like others to make him despair at all.
Half of his body began to petrify and turn into amethyst. Typhons kept howling miserably. He hadn't lost yet, but he would soon.
The battle was won, and Vlad was about to give Typhons a fatal blow when a horn sounded from behind Chaos, which attracted Vlad's attention.
I saw the banner of the Blood Dragon Knights appearing behind the Chaos Army. The grand leader of the Blood Dragon Knights, Valachi Haken, rode a giant zombie dragon and appeared behind the Chaos Army. Vlad couldn't help but reveal himself.
Smile, even though Valachi, the blood dragon grand leader appointed by the blood dragon ancestor, is a brainless beast who only pursues killing, glory and victory, after all, he also has his own uses.
However, when more hoofbeats sounded and thousands of Chaos Knights followed Varachi and charged together, Vlad's expression changed drastically. He realized that Varachi had rebelled and he defected to Chaos!
In order to save the situation of the battle, Emperor Karl-Franz, who was engaged in a fierce battle, directly rode the Death Claw and fought against Varachi on the Bone Dragon.
It was too late. The Blood Dragon Knights who defected to Chaos used their powerful group charge to destroy the possibility of victory in the Battle of Heffengen. Behind Valazzi, General Vlasov, the Chosen God of Khorne, appeared.
The front wing cavalry general led thousands of Chaos Knights to directly overwhelm the Imperial Army on the battlefield and even forced Arkhan to retreat continuously, and the undead's offensive was also limited.
Under the counterattack of the blood dragons, the Chaos army regained their courage. They suddenly realized that they had an absolute advantage in numbers. The Norscans, Huns, Mongols and Kurgans all returned to the front.
As the Yankees regained their courage and joined the Blood Dragon's counterattack, the Imperial Army could no longer hold on. They began to rout, one to two, and then like a flood suddenly bursting through the dam, the Imperial Army also began to
Shaken.
Since then, the three armies of the empire are almost on the verge of collapse.
Vlad hurriedly gave up the final blow to Typhons and tried to support the emperor when the screams of death claws came from the sky, and the blade of Varachi-Harkon pierced the emperor's breastplate.
The Grand Leader of the Blood Dragon cut open the wings of Deathclaw in ecstasy, and the Great Griffin fell from the sky.
Oops! Vlad screamed in his heart that something was wrong. The Lord of Death knew that although the emperor was a strong man at the beginning of the Saint Realm, Valachi was a peak Saint Realm existence that had been stuck for who knows how many years. He was also a vampire and the ancestor of the blood dragon.
Under personal guidance, whether it is speed, strength, experience or skill, the Emperor will only be completely defeated by Varachi.
If the divine hammer Gale-Maratz was still in the hands of Kahuang, the emperor might have been able to give it a try, but now Warten, the holder of Gale-Maratz, has been overwhelmed by the charge of the Chaos Knights!
As the Emperor fell and drowned in the tide of Chaos, the Imperial Army also ushered in a total collapse.
The Empire was defeated, the Battle of Heffengen was lost.
Vlad tightened his grip on the blood-drinking sword, and the Lord of Death made his decision.
Even if the Battle of Heffengen is defeated, he must delay enough time for the empire to give them a chance to retreat to Talabheim, otherwise Chaos will be able to flow down the river and reach Brunswick, the capital of the empire!
However, at this moment, a graceful figure appeared in the Chaos army and caught Vlad's attention.