Warhammer Throne

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Watching Vicma walk out, Emperor Karl-Franz's face was very ugly.

Marshal Rick Heilberg thought again and again. As a simple soldier, Heilberg knew that he was not suitable for participating in politics, so Heilberg would not speak most of the time unless the military was involved.

But now he has the need to speak: "My Majesty?"

"What's the matter, Heilberg, what do you want to say to me in this dark moment?" The emperor quickly recovered his humor, but there was a haze on his face.

"We have no ability to stop him, I mean... I don't mean Manfred, I mean Victor crowned, my majesty." Heilberg sighed: "We have never stopped him. , Never did."

"No, I have." Karl Franz shook his head. He emphasized it seriously, and then said lightly: "But it means breaking the tacit understanding. I have been emperor for more than 20 years, Helber Ge, I know what I should do and what I should not do. I can’t make Lake God Witch Mogiana obey like Ryan did, but I have never been someone else’s puppet.”

"... Your Majesty has never been, the sword of the Rick Guard will always be loyal to your Majesty." Heilberg saluted.

As if he felt Heilberg’s sincerity, the emperor in his fifties smiled, and then he said: "Kurt, I ask you a question as an imperial emperor. You can answer it in the most strict and direct manner. Me, but I must tell the truth."

"Your Majesty, please."

"Suppose we are fighting on two fronts, and at the same time, we are ready to fight against the Chaos Army in the north and Silvania in the east. Are we sure of victory? Suppose that Vekma has assembled all his capable forces and heads directly. Sylvania, how sure can he win?" the emperor asked casually.

"Your Majesty, we have already been fighting on multiple lines." Heilberg shook his head: "According to the report of the Northern Legion of Brittany, the chaotic offensive stopped in Prager, but at most it stayed until the winter. It is impossible. Stayed for a long time, and the brass fortress in Nord is about to move, and there are countless barbarian ship fleets in the north. Your Majesty, we are already fighting in two lines, the weak Oster and Oster The Mark can't stop the chaos of the soldiers."

"As for how certain the archbishop's victory is, I don't have an answer. We don't even know who the opponent is or how many troops there are." Heilberg continued: "But the odds of winning will never be high, especially in the absence of you. support me."

"There is still some time. We must thank the Bretonians. They bought a lot of time for us, and the chaos of the soldiers was stopped at Kislev." After hearing these words, the emperor made up his mind: "Come here! "

"Your Majesty!" A Rick guard strode forward.

"Call Gentley and von Corden over!"

"Yes!"

Soon, the two people were brought to the front of the emperor.

Hans-Gintley, the hero of the Rick guards, the best, the best captain outside the knights of the inner ring, and the legendary unit of the "Rick Guards Squadron of Gintley" (only eight people) The leader, he himself is a strong man at the pinnacle of the legend. Many people think that Gentleley will become the next Marshal Rick after Heilberg.

Alberrich von Corden, a legendary demon hunter, specializing in vampires, a former member of the Braunschweig Heretic Inquisition, the current demon hunter to the undead teacher and the guardian of the Dark Valley, in recent years, von -Corden has killed three vampires in Sylvania as a testament to his glory and power.

"The jihad of Silvania is about to begin, and we can't stay out of it." The emperor said to the heroes of these two empires: "Be prepared. You and your people will participate in the great jihad together until the dead are killed. Arvania drove away until the land there again belonged to the empire."

"understand."

"Yes."

Captain Rick and the witcher instructor nodded and obeyed.

Then, even if there were a team of Rick guards and a team of demon hunters, the emperor thought in his heart.

Not enough, these people are not enough, Karl Franz soon got the answer, and he asked his attendants: "Where is my chief royal wizard?"

"Your Excellency Gelt should now be in Fajdorf, the capital of Sol."

"Very well, here are two letters, one is immediately handed to Ivan, Duke of Griffin, the half-griffon knight is particularly important in this holy war, and the other is handed to Gelt. This war must not be missed. The figure of magic."

"Yes!"

Rick guard did not dare to neglect, and immediately took the letter. One letter arranged to be delivered to Ivan, Duke of Griffon, who was already close to Ostermark, and another letter was sent to the Magic Academy, from the Magic Academy. Teleport it directly to Thor.

Sol leads the capital, Faidov.

The chief wizard of the imperial royal family, the great alchemist, and the great mentor, the current reign of Baiershaze-Geert.

Normally, a wizard rarely gets a fief, and at most it gets a manor and wizard tower. Like Gelt, he can get the power of an entire province from Emperor Karl-Franz. This is Very rare situation.

However, Gelt has demonstrated far more powerful military and domestic abilities than normal wizards. This great alchemist can be described as a master of the army and the people, and he will not fall behind the model of magic research. The realm is also moving at a rapid pace, and he is now a super power approaching the peak of the sanctuary, one of the emperor's cards.

The streets of Fajdorf were not peaceful at all. Although Gelt’s Fushui was used for treatment, more and more people were sick. Under strict military control, the number of residents on the streets was very small, except Except for those who need to work, buy various daily necessities, and go out on business, most of the residents stay at home.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!)

A middle-aged man about 30 or 40 years old threw his trolley on the ground, and he clutched his head frantically: "He is coming! He is coming! He is coming again, I see, we will all die , We will all perish! Everything will be destroyed!"

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Go: "For the God of Darkness!"

"He's crazy, catch him!" The soldiers pressed this guy to death under the command of the captain. The captain was about to ask him what he saw, and the scene before him changed.

The soldiers who were patrolling immediately caught the middle-aged man. The patrol captain asked him to hold him down, but the middle-aged man became more and more crazy. His head began to grow horns, and his arms were gradually covered with fur.

He is becoming a beastman!

"Kill it!" Under the command of the captain, two halberds and a long sword pierced into the beastman's body instantly. The middle-aged man struggled frantically until the blood flow ceased, before he died. , It raised its head and looked to the sky.

Its gaze is frightening.

What a crazy look, distortion, spite, madness, torture and pain, and even a relief to death.

The soldiers on patrol all felt confused when they saw this scene. They hurriedly took out the holy objects they had obtained from the church or the great alchemist to pray, or wiped their foreheads with holy water. After feeling better, they hurriedly took the half and half. The beasts are loaded on the truck and transported to be burned.

Any cultists, mutants, orcs, and corruption must be removed with fire.

The metal wizards of the Alchemy Academy on the street each have a hard-shell book cover of "Holy Words 3.0" hanging around their waists, using holy water and holy words to appease the residents and treat them.

The streets of Fajdorf became quiet again.

The evil moon Mosrib is shining, and the green light is shining on the earth.

"This is the eighth in the past few days to go crazy on the street." Soon, someone reported to the great alchemist Gelt.

Pfizman, the Grand Instructor of the Knights of the Sun, bowed to Geert. The Grand Mentor of the Knights of the Sun did not have to be so respectful to the Alchemist. They are equal to the level, but Geert’s abilities-no matter what What kind of ability has conquered Pfizman, he voluntarily becomes half of Gelt's subordinates.

"We have to think of a way, my great alchemist, let alone the cities, the countryside below has people going crazy all day long. Doomsdayists, cultists, and others have seen Nurgle's carnival convoy approaching Dongya Pass. During the tour, all the farmers who watched the show developed lupus erythematosus and mossy leprosy."

"The empire is beginning to rot, my great alchemist, you must think of a way."

Pfizman didn't answer when he saw Gelt, and asked: "Soling is not messing up now because everyone has confidence in you, and we all have confidence in you."

"Only the emperor, the common people rely on shelter." Gelter said lightly: "I prefer to lose my body, not to lose my mind."

"The emperor probably doesn't have the energy to manage us now." The grand commander of the Knights of the Sun thought that Gelt was talking about Emperor Karl-Franz. Pfizmann recognized the emperor's ability very much, but he still Said his own opinion: "Can you invite Baron Frederick of Noor to Feidov? It is strange to say that the Knight Kingdom on the opposite side of the mountain seems to be free of plague. Did the Sun King find the special medicine?"

Gelt shook his head: "I will do my best, but we now have a bigger problem."

The great alchemist handed the emperor's letter to Pfizman. The head of the Sun Knight looked at him and was very surprised: "Sylvania Holy War, now?"

"Archbishop Vekmar insists on doing this." Gal said his head, his face hidden under the golden mask would not show any expression, but his voice couldn't stop worrying: "The emperor can't stop him, nor can we impossible."

"Pfizman, can you send a team of Sun Knights to assist our archbishop?"

"If you must, tutor Lupio Flame and one of his squadron knights can do it." Pfizman nodded.

"Okay, let this Sir Lupio-Flame and his squadron be ready immediately." Gale headed his head and looked at the row of holy water on the table: "I just finished 30 bottles of holy water. Make arrangements."

Pfizman went down.

Gelt stood motionless.

"Neither steel nor gunpowder can save the empire, but faith can." A whole body covered in golden rain, surrounded by divine emperor's words, every move is a sacred mark, and a bald saint with compassion and compassion appeared in the room. Inside, he was branded with sacred scriptures all over his body, and a tattered ascetic robe made him look like that spirit: "Saint of the state religion, my friend, maybe you need my guidance."

"I learned from him that the passage to this world has been closed by the God of Darkness. How did you get here." Gelt asked towards the visitors. The great alchemist looked respectful, but he was not flattering. .

"This is just a projection of me, I am not me, I am still me." The phantom of the original body of the Word Bearer, Luo Jia, showed a very enthusiastic smile, his hands clasped together, and Fajdorf's night sky was instantly shrouded in golden glow. , Dozens of redemption angels appeared from the night sky. They descended on poor and sick people, healed diseases, healed wounds, and brought people hope and salvation.

This is a miracle! The human inhabitants of Fajdorf cheered, and the morale of the city was instantly restored.

"My Lord Primordial, did you spend so much effort to manifest yourself? Then I have to say that you are really generous. I would like to express my sincere gratitude to you on behalf of Feidov and the fellow humans of Sol." Gelt said so, but there was no emotion in his voice.

It seems that he heard the ridicule in Gelt's words, Luo Jia couldn't help being a little angry. He thought he would be admired and praised, but thinking that the person in front of him was the big red man in front of his father, Luo Jia decided not to care about him: " I'm here this time to deliver something."

"Send something?" Gelt was a little confused: "I have got enough."

"Sylvania, the cursed place." Luo Jia is as graceful and kind as a priest, he said compassionately: "Human sacrifices have been enough, haven't they?"

"What do you want to say?" Gelt was thinking, and he found that Luo Jia might make sense.

"Sometimes we need Plan B~www.ltnovel.com~ Luo Jia’s phantom nodded: "I’m talking to you from a distance, so I can’t talk too much, but I have prepared things. You are a genius, Gail Special, otherwise my father would not choose you. I appreciate your magical attainments and loyalty to humans. I am willing to share my knowledge with you. "

A thick roll of parchment was left on the table, covered with sacred scriptures, written in Gothic, even if he hadn’t touched it, Gelt could already feel the powerful power and the emperor’s saint inside. The voice of chanting.

"The Great Guardian is about to disintegrate, and the Maelstrom has also fallen apart." Luo Jia nodded: "The magic is becoming complete, returning to the way it was before. I hope my gift can inspire you."

"What should I do?" Gelt is still waiting to ask, Luo Jia's body has disappeared in the golden light and shadow.

"Embrace faith, my friend."

The scroll unfolded from the hands of the great alchemist, and the golden robe made a round of metallic noises, and Galt began to study the words on the scroll.

"Detailed Explanation of the Great Conjuration-The Great Wall of Faith of Luo Jia-Aurelian, the Word Bearer"