Emperor Karl-Franz and the chief grand wizard of the empire, Mattak, landed in the palace courtyard. Although poisonous weeds about twenty to thirty centimeters high had grown on the ground, the emperor and the chief wizard were fortunate to find resistance outside.
It's still going on, there are no enemies in the courtyard yet.
"Emperor, this is not a good choice." Mattak fell to the ground riding a two-headed griffon. He was not an excellent rider. Compared to the emperor's skillful riding skills, he was like a rookie. Seeing Carl-Further
Lantz insisted on landing in the palace, and Matak shook his head repeatedly: "Our best choice is to go to the zoo, and the second best choice is to go to the southeast. Did you see it? Nuer's black gold lion flag is still flying.
On the castle of Rundstedt.”
"Why do you think that the Nuer army will obey my command?" The emperor was stunned for a moment, then he turned over and got off the Death Claw, and said calmly: "Because Devin is my godson?"
"Because you are the emperor of the empire!" Matak insisted.
"It is precisely because I am the emperor of the empire that I must be here. I must face the enemies who dare to challenge my majesty in the palace!" Karl Franz cursed: "You have seen their army, you know how powerful they are.
close!"
"It is impossible for us to defeat the three Grote brothers, Your Majesty." Matak continued to persuade him earnestly: "I know how powerful they are."
"I know too." The emperor seemed to regret his previous tone. He thought for a moment and said softly: "Mattak, you know, I owe you a life. You saved me, and I allow you to do what you want."
I will allow you to do anything, including but not limited to going to the zoo, seeking help from the Nuer Army, or even riding a two-headed griffon to find a way out, but I am the emperor of the empire, and it is my responsibility to protect the empire.
Stop me, this is my destiny."
After speaking, Karl-Franz glanced at the old crooked-neck tree that had grown out of nowhere at the entrance to the Holy Hammer Hall in the courtyard of the palace. The emperor was speechless for a long time.
Seeing this, Mattak could only curse in secret and reluctantly followed.
And in the palace hall separated by a wall, the Chaos army has already arrived here. Almost all the Imperial Palace guards have been killed or injured, and there are still about 4,000 men under the three Grote brothers.
"The twin-tailed comet is getting closer, let's hurry up!"
At this time, the only ones who could resist were Vlad's undead army. The Von Carstein vampires sent by the death army, and the three pale sisters of Lamia fell in front of the three Grote brothers one after another.
Vlad was forced to fight in person. The Lord of Death was in very bad condition. Yellow-green mucus was constantly dripping from the surface of his body. He kept coughing and vomited out streams of bile. Even so, he still stopped.
In front of the three Grote brothers: "You can't pass here!"
"Ah, it's you, the necrophiliac old antique." The eldest brother Otto admired the beautiful scenery inside the Imperial Palace, the colorful glass windows, the incredibly gorgeous chandeliers, the sculptures and portraits that symbolized the glorious history of the empire, and
Trampling on the finely carved marble floor: "Send your name, we three brothers will not kill unknown people!"
"My name is known to everyone from Kislev to the Nicohara Desert." Vlad said coldly, holding the blood-drinking sword tightly.
"So what's your name?" Second brother Ezerak asked: "Who are you sending it to? Tell me your name!"
"..." Vlad had a hurt expression on his face, and he became even more angry: "I am Vlad von Carstein, the Elector of Sylvania, the Supreme Death
The Great Lord, the Lord of Shadows, the original Vampire Count, the successor to the power of Nagash, the first Vampire King, Isabella's husband, the Lord of Darkness, the head of the Von Carstein family!"
"Is it very famous?" Otto and Ezerak looked at each other. They had really never heard of Vlad's name. In order not to fall behind in terms of momentum, they imitated Vlad's tone and stammered.
gave them a name that made them look majestic and domineering: "Then we will also tell you
, I... I am the three Groat brothers, Nurgle... the big brother of good children, the destroyer of idiots in the empire, a big patient with many, many diseases, and the good boy of Nurgle's father.
Baby! And, I’m going to kill those and so on... the three brothers of Kasdanin."
"Yes, we're going to kill you bad guy Frodo right now!"
"Me too!"
"Enough of you stupid Yankees, endless pigs, same-sex bugs, buzzing poisonous bees, garbage dripping from the cracks in the high sky, toy triplets of Chaos eggs, on the chopping board
Fat pigs, foul-smelling barrels of carrion, bitches of the Norscan mountains
, a rotten fish in the Claw Sea, a shit-eating expert in Nurgle's Garden, Archaon's lackey, a thief in Brunswick, an executioner in Marienburg, a deformed child born of man and sea monster, if in my hope
Ervania, you only deserve to fuck the goat’s ass in the sheepfold!”
"All curses are rebounding!" Otto Monster shouted.
"Your rebound is useless!" Ezerak shouted: "You bad, stinky bastard! We are the good ones, the good ones!"
"Me too!" Gu Ruit farted and spurted out a large stream of viscous yellowish-brown fluid.
"You guys are humming, humming, humming, humming, humming, ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, huh, huh, huhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh,", Vlad, almost furious.
Without further ado, the two sides began to fight, with Vlad single-handedly fighting against the three Grote brothers at the same time.
Although Vlad's strength has seriously declined, his mastery of swordsmanship and magic makes him qualified to fight against the three Groat brothers. His blood-drinking sword clashes with Otto's plague scythe, and his spells fight against Ezerak's plague.
Magic, and at the same time, the Lord of Death was still avoiding Gu Ruite's attack.
Just like that, in front of the Imperial Emperor's throne, the undead and Chaos fought, without any trace of human beings.
The three Grote brothers tried their best but could not capture Vlad, so they could only deal with him. Vlad, who was skilled in magic and martial arts, danced like a bat in the siege of the three brothers. He kept a close eye on his target——
The eldest brother Otto, the Lord of Death, realized that among the three Groat brothers, the eldest brother Otto was the dominant one. He was more intelligent (compared to his two younger brothers) and was the backbone of the three guys.
With the target determined, Vlad immediately waved his sword. The vampire turned his sword in the air, twisted his body into a ball of twists, and easily dodged Otto's scythe attack. Vlad released a curse of time to counteract the attack.
Zerak's life growth
, the army of death seized the opportunity to chop the blood-drinking sword on Otto's wrist, and then the blade got stuck at the corner of the Plague Scythe, causing the scythe to escape from Otto's hand. Vlad stepped on the scythe under his feet, and he
He raised his head: "Then, it's over."
Lord Death grabbed Otto's wrist, turned it upside down and broke it to minus 180 degrees. Otto felt some pain and was about to fight back, but the blood-drinking sword in Vlad's hand pierced him directly from behind.
Otto's heart.
"Brother!"
"Brother!!!"
Ezerak and Gurret screamed, while Otto knelt down helplessly. Vlad injected some of the wind of death with the intention of killing Otto directly, but then he coughed again and again - the hornbeam seeds still affected him.
With so much power, he could not extract enough wind of death from his body to give Otto a fatal blow.
Damn it, I don't have enough magic power.
Vlad thought like this. Upon seeing this, the Lord of Death pulled out the blood-drinking sword from Otto's back. Vlad was angry that he had lost this good opportunity. He noticed the blood in the slot of his blood-drinking sword.
, like his fighting habit for thousands of years, Vlad needed more magic power, and the best source of magic power for vampires is blood, so he subconsciously stuck out his tongue to lick the blood on the blood-drinking sword
, trying to regain some of the magic this way.
The next second, Vlad's hand quickly covered his throat. The vampire's eyes bulged, he covered his mouth and retched, and then spat out a mouthful of smelly liquid. The Lord of Death knelt directly on the ground, and he spat out a mouthful of smelly liquid.
One stream after another of black and red blood: "This...is this?"
This isn't blood at all, it's all "shit" called Nurgle's Blessing!
There is poison in the shit!
"Does it taste good? Do you like it? Do you want to do it again?" Otto got up from the ground. The scar on his chest quickly healed under Nurgle's blessing. The elder brother laughed at Vlad's stupidity, and then picked up the scythe.
, intending to chop off Vlad's head.
"Damn...but...ahem...hate! I...uh!" Vlad vomited desperately, as if there was a Nurgle beast stuffed in his throat. The Lord of Death was rolling on the ground in pain. When he saw
Otto's scythe struck down, and in desperation Vlad could only hold down his Ring of Von Carstein.
The next second, Lord Death's head was cut off by Otto's scythe, leaving a headless corpse that was quickly wrapped in poison ivy and fungi. Vlad's body immediately petrified and turned white, turning into a corpse.
Pile of stone powder.
Vlad was defeated, and the undead army he commanded instantly collapsed, leaving only broken bones on the ground and the three Groat brothers.
Then there is only one goal left!
The head of Emperor Karl-Franz!
In the quiet Holy Hammer Hall, Emperor Karl-Franz and Mattak stood on each side. Mattak first saw a group of bats flying past the window, and a weak and exhausted voice shouted: "Don't give up the fight,
My emperor...don’t give up.”
"What to give up?" Mattak was still wondering, and the door of the Holy Hammer Hall was knocked open.
The three Grote brothers rushed in. They saw the emperor, the chief wizard, and their mounts standing in front of the two lonely golden chains. They couldn't help laughing loudly: "I found you, my emperor!"
"
"In the name of Charlemagne, I warn you, Yankees." Karl Franz drew out the Rune Fang, and the dragon tooth sword always reflected the golden light in the Holy Hammer Hall: "This is our country, how can we allow you to act wildly?
, now I warn you to withdraw from the empire immediately, remove your corrupted magic, and go back to the north, so that I can consider sparing your lives."
"Hahahaha, did you see it? Second brother, third brother, he said he would forgive us!"
"I laughed so hard, is this the emperor of the empire? I love it~ I love it!"
"Me too."
"This is the last chance." Emperor Karl-Franz coldly pointed the tip of the dragon's tooth sword at the three Grote-authorized brothers: "Otherwise, don't blame me for being ruthless in my rune teeth!"
"Then come!" Otto shouted. Behind them, there were at least three hundred Nurgle God's Chosen Warriors, and the Chaos Warriors rushed into the Holy Hammer Hall.
"Praise be to Nurgle, for the love of a loving father!!!"
"For the Empire! For Charlemagne!!!"
The triplets rushed to the battlefield. Otto punched the emperor in the face with all his strength. The emperor's helmet cracked. Karl Franz's body drew a long trajectory in the Holy Hammer Hall until his back hit him.
On the steps below the two golden locks.
Large streams of blood flowed rapidly from the emperor's forehead until his entire face and the chest of his shirt were completely dyed red. Karl Franz's body stiffened for a few seconds and finally collapsed.