The Sun King's Evidence

The never-ending storm is raging on the corrupted land. If the Kurgan Steppe once had a beautiful history, it is all in the past. Now, all that is left for everyone to see is that it has become corrupted by chaos. In the barren land, the grassland is still the grassland, but the grassland has become full of wars, and all the tribes who believe in chaos are madly attacking each other and killing each other.

Now, just in front of a Chaos Rune Stone, the Norscans, Mongolians and Kurgans are preparing to fight here, attracting the attention of the dark gods, because at this time, the evil moon Mosrib is hanging high above In the sky, the power of chaos is ushering in a new craze.

At this time, it is the best opportunity to win the attention of the true god!

The traveler listened to the Kurgan rider's story, and he let out a sharp laugh. His whole body shook when he laughed, and his laughter seemed to be full of some different emotions: "I know, I know where that is. , that’s Kadassar, a place where a demon prince ascended to demonhood.”

Chaos Rune Stone Tablet. After the Demon Prince ascends to the devil, he will leave such a rune stone tablet in place, recording its great and legendary story. Demon promotion is the highest reward given by the Chaos Evil God to his believers.

But the traveler doesn't seem to care about this reward: "A group of stupid people whose minds have been confused by power. Once they become demons, they will lose themselves forever. Their lives and souls have become playthings in the hands of the gods, and this group of Fools think they have gained a lot, but they have lost even more.”

"Huh~huh~huh~" the traveler's tone was indifferent, as if he didn't care about the highest level of reward, the demon promotion.

This angered the Kurgan knight, and the two camps immediately changed from companions who were wary of each other to enemies. The Kurgan knight drew his long sword, and his body was too strong and bloated and was not very fast. , but with great power, he yelled at the traveler: "You don't understand anything! Idiot! This is blasphemy! You don't understand the kindness and love of the true God to us, go to hell! For the love of a loving father!"

"For the love of a loving father!" A thousand Kurgan riders immediately entered a fighting state, with only fanaticism and bloodthirsty on their faces, and the battle axes and swords in their hands slashed at those without hesitation. Followers of the Traveler.

"...Sure enough, this is the easiest thing." The traveler held the long sword at his waist: "The death of all kings!"

The long sword burning with the blazing fire of Chaos was unsheathed. This long sword was stained with the blood of more than twenty human kings.

Five minutes later.

The corpses of nearly a thousand Kurgan riders are scattered across the prairie. The faces of those broken Kurgan people still have deep fear. If their life is to pursue the attention and blessings of the Chaos Evil God, then they It has been obtained, because this wonderful battle has attracted the evil god's hasty glance, and the evil god's satisfied laughter can be heard in the strong wind on the Kurgan grassland.

They got their wish, but the price was their lives.

The Kurgan rider who was still arrogant just now and uttered wild words to the traveler knelt in front of the traveler. The hot fire of chaos on the blade of the King's Sword was burning his body and soul. His shoulders were burned by this sword. Pressed by the terrifying magic sword, extreme fear and suffocation filled his heart, and his words became intermittent: "I...you...no, don't kill me! No!"

"Surrender, or die." The traveler's words were also intermittent, or in other words, his attention was not focused on the person in front of him at all.

He felt that the never-ending storm, that world of energy, the Kingdom of Chaos that people respected, began to greedily deform and expand. Under its influence, the entire northern land was trembling and shifting in mourning, like a nightmare. The entangled sleepers tossed and whimpered in their sleep, the graves left by the war spewed out the dead who could not rest in peace from the soil, and all female creatures and fetuses conceived by human women received the dirty and rich benefits from Chaos. Blessings, everyone understands that this indicates that a huge change is about to occur.

The evil god is calling, the stage for performance has been set, and a grand performance is about to begin.

"No, you can't kill me! You don't dare to kill me!" The Kurgan rider was still struggling to death. He seemed to have found some support. He tore open his clothes and roared loudly: "Look what this is. ?! This is the proof of my loving father's love for me, the great and supreme Lord of Plagues! Nurgle! He..."

The clothes were torn open, and there was indeed a "pin" shape and three circles on the Kurgan man's chest. There was no doubt that this was Nurgle's blessing.

Before he finished speaking, the King's Shang suddenly moved forward, and the good man's head fell to the ground on the spot.

Just when the leader of the Kurgan riders spit out the name of the evil god, the traveler immediately turned his attention to the person in front of him. His red eyes flashed with extreme hatred and malice. No longer hesitating, the king of kings Shang gently sent him away, ending the life of the person in front of him.

This Kurgan rider was pretty good. If he hadn't wanted to use the evil god's blessing to pray for his life, the traveler might have been able to spare his life.

However, the stupidity of the person in front of him made the traveler lose interest.

"Foolish Kurgans." The traveler put the King's Sorrow back into its scabbard and sneered: "Love?"

The evil god never favors any mortal.

This is the truth that the traveler realized after spending a hundred years. The Four Gods of Chaos will never take pity on any mortal, and the mortal world is just an interesting toy in their eyes.

The traveler hates the four gods of Chaos, just as he hates all mortal gods. He hates everything. Ever since he decided to accept the cruel fate, he has felt disgusted with the entire world. His hatred for all things has burst out from the depths of his heart more than once. Disgusted, both for mortal gods and the evil gods of chaos.

However, the evil god never cares. It doesn't matter if the traveler loves them, worships them or hates them. As long as the traveler shows his value, the evil god will still watch him with eyes full of interest, looking forward to his next actions.

Hate is a far deeper force than love.

This is chaos!

When the travelers arrived near Kadassa, a war had already begun.

Kadatha, the majestic cursed plateau, has opened her gates to welcome all Chaos warriors who dare to climb her razor-sharp stone walls, waiting for them to enter the ancient ruins at her top - Zambezin, which A city older than humanity itself, this Colosseum of the Chaos Gods, where the evil gods are looking forward to their favorite entertainment shows, and their mortal followers are in front of this ancient stage, Fighting each other to win their favor.

The traveler and his followers did not choose to join the battle, because this kind of battle has been carried out countless times in more than a hundred years. He just stood in the distance, using his bright red eyes that braved the fire of chaos. Staring coldly at the battlefield.

Now, right in front of his eyes, there were three Chaos armies fighting in the ruins. While they were fighting, they were trying hard to get closer to the Chaos Rune Monument. They were like a group of children clamoring for sweets, squeezing in front of adults to express themselves. Shouting: "Give it to me! Give it to me!"

Hakkar, the champion warrior of Khorne from the Aislin tribe of Norsca, led an entire battalion of brass Chosen Warriors of Khorne to charge first. Behind them were groups of barbarian marauders and several teams of Chaos Demon Dogs. and a dozen Chaos Spawn, shouting the name of the Blood God Khorne.

Coming from the east is Sargas the Void, a large group of Slaanesh believer cavalry from the Kurgan tribe. These lustful knights ride on richly decorated horses. Their slim figures and gorgeous costumes are even in the evil moon. It is enough to blind one's eyes. Slaanesh Champion Sargath is not very young but has been favored by Slaanesh for a long time. His soul has been empty for a long time. Any normal actions in the mortal world can no longer make his empty soul rest. It felt like he was here now just to satisfy his never-ending evil desires.

The Conspiracy Witch-Soul Destroyer comes from the Urak tribe in the south. Behind her are groups of Tzeentch demon wizards and Tzeentch fanatics. Although they are the smallest in number, with the help of Chaos Magic, their momentum is not at all Other barbarian military lands.

Now, a fierce battle breaks out in the ruins of the city. Three chaotic tribes are fighting here. Spells and swords, a bloody mouth full of sharp teeth and claws burning with flames. Life is harvested in an instant and spurts out. The endless blood reflected the smiles of the gods, and the three-party melee caused the battle situation to swing from side to side. Whenever one side approached the Chaos Talisman Monument, the other two sides would join forces to attack, and the balance of victory kept swinging.

In this way, hour after hour, the battle was very intense, with Khorne's Brazen Chosen Warriors, Slaanesh's Knights of Desire, and Tzeentch's Daemon Wizards fighting incessantly.

Unnoticed, a new army appeared on the horizon.

The yellow-green stench gradually flooded the land they passed, and a nightmare-like army appeared. They were like a filthy mudslide, their bodies were in tatters, and they were like balls of pustules. The chosen warriors of Nurgle, those Hungry trolls with festering body parts, humanoid creatures that could no longer be seen as originally human beings. They were like slender slides on the earth, flowing with a rotten soup.

Just before the entire army of Nurgle, their leader appeared to the traveler.

It was a dead corpse that was completely dead, but miraculously maintained its vitality. He was riding on a giant toad dragon that was also rotting all over. This giant beast was several meters long, and it was on its body. , the champion of the plague god Nurgle, the living corpse, the king of maggots, Tamu Khan who claims to be the orthodox heir of the Kurgan Great is located here.

The traveler's eyes were fixed on the bloated and rotting body of Tamu Khan. He could see that the mark of divine revelation on his body made him stand out among the four leaders. This was the result of his master. The glorious glory bestowed upon him, Nurgle's plague storm was covering his body, and the supreme blessing bestowed upon him by the father of plague, the god of disease, was clearly visible.

He is Nurgle's chosen champion!

The Chaos tribes who were fighting in the ruins of the city were immediately attacked by Tamu Khan and his army. This was an out-and-out massacre. Soon, the Chaos tribes that were attacked were instantly defeated by the plague army. Defeated, small Chaos war groups and Chaos war gangs were wiped out one after another. The three Chaos tribes soon discovered that the balance of this battle began to shift.

The first ones who couldn't hold on were the demon wizards of Tzeentch. The conspiracy witch from the Urak tribe quickly discovered that something was wrong. She led her demon wizards of Tzeentch to flee the battlefield quickly while screaming, leaving behind the treacherous demon wizards. The followers of Qi Kuang were cut off, and within a few minutes, the last of the Tzeentch followers melted into the ichor of Nurgle.

"For the love of a loving father!" Tamu Khan spat out lumps of rancid rotten meat from his bloated and ulcerated mouth. He raised the battle ax in his hand: "Forward!"

"For my loving father!"

"Praise be to Nurgle!"

The yellow-green turbid current is rolling towards the battlefield. Now, the weak and cowardly people can only escape from the battlefield. Their embarrassed and cowardly appearance makes the evil god laugh. The whole battlefield is filled with the joyful laughter of the evil god of chaos. .

Now, what stands in Tamurkhan's way is Slaanesh's champion Sargas-The Void and his army of lustful knights, as well as Khorne's champion Hakkar and his brass-chosen warriors of Khorne.

Heavy rain fell from the sky, lightning flashed and thunder roared. Tamur Khan's plague army officially engaged the Brass Warriors of Khorne and Slaanesh's Rage Knights. In the midst of the torrential rain, Tamur Khan took the lead, Charge into the battlefield riding a Toad Dragon.

"It's almost time to win or lose." The traveler and his followers remained silent. He just watched the war quietly, waiting for the result.

.........I am the dividing line among the onlookers......

Meanwhile, the old world, Britannia, the Forest of Chalons.

Of course, Ryan knew nothing about what was happening on the Kurgan Steppe tens of thousands of miles away.

After arranging personnel and all the garrison, Ryan led the remaining more than 3,000 people to retreat from Mousilon, preparing to rush back to his territory.

It was already late July, Lidya Su was almost eight months pregnant, and he had to rush back at this time.

Fortunately, judging from the letters, Sulia understands Ryan's career very well, and the Lake Fairy and Ryan's personal maid, the dark elf Orica, are always by the female knight's side, especially the Lake Fairy. Her company makes the female knight The spirit has always been very stable.

But even so, Lidya Su still complained a little about Ryan, hoping that he could come back from Musilon as soon as possible.

Ryan naturally surrendered to this situation. There was no reason to talk to a pregnant woman. He immediately wrote a letter saying that he would rush back immediately. For this reason, Ryan even abandoned the chivalry army that was still slowly retreating and gradually disbanding. François, Gerald, and several Holy Grail Knights from the Quinaris Champion Knights Brotherhood were on their way, hoping to get back home as soon as possible.

In the forest, the Holy Grail Knights hurriedly and slowly approached the stronghold established by Angron here - the cabin in the forest.

The knights will take a break here.

After Ryan turned over and dismounted, he found that Angron was feeding his hippogryph "Nukelia". Although he was a little anxious, Ryan could hold himself back, went up and said with a smile: "Brother, I'm feeding it." Feeding?"

"Yes, Nukelia has worked really hard all the way." Angron stuffed large pieces of roast pork into the hippogryph's mouth. The hippogryph obviously enjoyed it as it spread its wings and took a big mouthful. Eating food.

"Come all the way?" Ryan said strangely: "Brother, are you out for something?"

"You fought brilliantly in this war, brother." Angron did not answer Ryan's question directly. He grinned: "When I was thirty-four years old, I didn't have your strength. At that time, I’m still fighting to the death in the arena with a group of guys who don’t know why they’re fighting.”

"Did you hear about me?" Ryan asked casually.

Angron shook his head.

"...You followed me?" Ryan quickly realized something.

Angron still shook his head. He did not discuss the issue again. On the contrary, the World Eater Primarch took out a letter and handed it to Ryan.

"That sissy Fulgrim and his Ash Legion are preparing to come to the Old World to recruit a large number of recruits."

"They will arrive soon."

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