Warhammer Seal

Chapter 359
"Tzeentch, you have been deceived."

Wende couldn't hide the joy in his heart, and he had already done too much preparation for this moment.

That's right, of course he knew that after Tyrion's death, Teclis would definitely come to steal the Ulric Torch, which was also something Tzeentch dreamed of.

It is not good to give this thing to Teclis or to Tzeentch, but on the balance of the two, it is undoubtedly a better way to let the holy fire be stolen.

After losing the holy flame, Tzeentch has no way to absorb Ulric's power and descend to the mortal world, but the price is also obvious.

Knowing that she has been deceived, Tzeentch is both happy and angry. As the ever-changing devil, she will certainly not let others manipulate her. Since the holy fire of Urik, which protects the entire city, has been stolen by the elves, it is time to implement the second plan. a plan.

The wind of magic poured into Middenheim in large quantities, and demons began to appear everywhere in the city.

The imperial soldiers who originally defended the city only had to face threats outside the city, but now, with the disappearance of the holy flame and the instigation of Tzeentch, the entire city was directly infiltrated by the wind of magic, and demons began to appear everywhere.

Among them, Carlos, Tzeentch's great demon, descended directly into the Temple of Ulric, trying to seize the last chance to seize control of the portal under the holy flame.

How could Wende not know?
Directly ignoring all the magic that Carlos threw over, when it strode towards this side, it was already too late.

The man holding the Sword of Salvation was tall and tall. For this last moment, he even used the entire army and civilians in Middenheim, and even himself as a bargaining chip for gambling with Tzeentch.

If you want to deceive Tzeentch, you must have a big enough bait. As the emperor of the empire, Wende does not need to consider how many people will die under the attack of the devil, but only needs to consider how to make the empire continue.

In the city, the imperial soldiers on the city wall were besieged on all sides, and the demon who had just been hacked to death actually resurrected out of thin air, and then brandished the weapon in his hand again.

The army of demons emerged from the void continuously, and the corpses of the imperial soldiers became more and more tired until they reached the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood.

"The third line of defense has been breached, and Middenheim can't hold it anymore!"

Sigma is not an orator who is good at speeches, and he directly pointed out the current battlefield situation as soon as he opened his mouth.

"But we all have to chop these demons before we die!"

To live and die, this is the firm belief of the empire since its establishment.

Why did the elves sit firmly in the forest, watching the empire's smoke and smoke, and its defeat.

Why do the dwarves curl up in the mountains, allowing the old world that is already riddled with holes to be ravaged by the demons of chaos?

Imperial priests often say that there will be a bright and peaceful age.

Imperial priests often say that only the body can be brought down, not the soul.

I hope that one day, when I am surrounded by orcs, I can pray for the name of the gods to survive, and I hope that one day the era of peace will really come.

All the imperial soldiers in Middenheim knew one thing, they couldn't wait for that day.

But it is undeniable that sacrifice is the cornerstone of the continuation of the empire.

The bones built up through sacrifice will surely become a wall that protects hope.

More and more imperial soldiers began to die, and the number of demons around became more and more exaggerated.

Archaon even rode his mount and rushed towards Sigma viciously. One attack directly sent Sigma flying tens of meters, smashing through a city wall that was already weak.

Slowly crawling out of the rubble, Sigma spat bloody saliva.

With the prosperity of the wind of magic and the power of chaos, his divinity is slowly being stripped away, and he gradually becomes a mortal.

And Archaon is becoming stronger with the blessing of the three evil gods, so of course he will tell Sigmar something more painful than killing him.

"The world is doomed."

Archaon raised the long sword in his hand and pointed it at the temple of Urik on the top of the mountain in the distance.

"Under the temple, I will personally open the third portal and completely tear this world into pieces."

Temple of Ulrich?That was the command room where Emperor Wende was. If Archaon wanted to go to that place, no one would be able to stop him.

In the temple, the Sword of Salvation stabbed fiercely. This weapon forged by the ancient sage has the ability to destroy all magical creations. Just one stab made the portal become extremely unstable.

The originally majestic Ulric Temple suddenly let out a huge explosion. Wende had already destroyed the portal. The shock wave generated by the explosion shattered the entire temple into pieces. The demons in the temple, even Carlos and even Wende himself They were all directly buried alive by masonry.

"Power is losing."

Archaon suddenly felt a headache, and the wind of magic that was originally lush nearby withered instantly, and the demon army was disappearing!
It must be Wende who sacrificed himself in exchange for the explosion of the portal. The wind of magic has begun to weaken, and now is the time to counterattack.

"Fight for the Empire!"

With a howl, Sigma took the Gael Malaz in his hand and rushed straight towards Archaon.

However, in the battle just now, all the imperial soldiers were wiped out, and only Sigma is the only imperial soldier who can still fight.

Alone, facing tens of thousands of demons, Norscans, Ratmen and Beastmen in front of him.

What are you afraid of?It is not the first time Sigma has done this kind of thing with one enemy. He only hopes that before he dies from exhaustion, he can chop up the three eyes in front of him. The Eternal Chosen named Archaon must fight for the empire. Millions of deaths pay the price!

Emperor Wende is dead, the entire imperial army is wiped out, Ulric has lost the holy flame, and Middenheim has completely fallen.

Sigmar knew all this, but not even the most dire of circumstances would make him lose faith in the fight.

If the empire is really gone, then he will personally rebuild it brick by brick.

Archaon and Sigma were confronting each other, when a loud horn sounded suddenly from afar. Strangely, the empire had lost all its troops, and the southern cities also had no combat power.

Who sounded the horn?
In the distance, the afterglow of the setting sun, the setting sun in the sky, and the scorched earth on the earth.

A pure green steed appeared in the distance of the horizon. The green knight Kyles looked in the direction of Middenheim. Fortunately, he caught up. The entire Middenheim has not fallen, as long as there is a brother of the Empire In the fight then there was hope for Middenheim.

Hold high the shining Bretonnian battle flag, followed by thousands of Bretonnian knights, whether they are Holy Grail knights, kingdom knights, chivalrous knights or just returned explorer knights, everyone clenched their lances or long sword.

"Bretonnia, charge!"

(End of this chapter)