Warhammer Throne

The castle door opened wide, and Lion and Anglang walked towards the Charon Forest one after another.

Anglang took a step at a time. The only thing on the face of the Primordial World Devourer was silence at this time. Anglang looked back at Ryan and then at himself. The old farmer raised his fist and looked at his fist. As if thinking about something, then let go: "Let's go to Lily Island."

"What is your brother thinking?" Ryan asked with a smile. He strode to keep up with Anglang's pace. The Primal Gray Knight slowly entered his body: "Do you want to practice against me first? "

"Not interested." Anglang shook his head: "I just have something, I want to explain to you at the last moment."

"The last moment?" Ryan frowned.

Anglang did not answer, and the footsteps of the Primordial World Devourer gradually became faster: "Let's compare, Ryan, who can reach Lily Island sooner, how about?"

"Great!"

As soon as the voice fell, a crimson phantom and a silver phantom blasted out like cannonballs and disappeared into the depths of the Sharon Forest.

In the distance, a large swarm of flying birds aroused, rising from the forest, and the thick white snow silting on the treetops seemed to have finally lifted the burden and landed on the ground.

Sharon Forest is very quiet.

Half an hour later, Ryan and Angelang arrived at the lakeside of Lily Island.

Between the sky and the earth, snowflakes are constantly falling from the sky, and the surrounding forests and mountains are shrouded in clouds and mist. The lake has been covered by ice, like a mirror. In the silence, the cold wind blows from the ground. The forest blew through, and the ground was covered with silver frost.

Ryan and Angelang were standing in front of Lily Flower Island. The whole world seemed to have entered a silent realm. It seemed that no one wanted to break the silence. Angelang put his pair of beloved artifact battle axes on the ground, and then He inserted the black sword into the ground again, and the king of chop sat down. He patted the place beside him and motioned to Ryan to sit too: "You cheated, brother."

"You didn't stipulate a method." Ryan didn't feel ashamed. Of course, the Primal Gray Knight couldn't match Anglang in speed, but he would teleport with psionic energy and he would arrive first.

Looking at the Chinese clothes he was wearing, Ryan thought for a moment if he would get rid of Sulia if he got the clothes dirty. Then he laughed at himself and just sat down like this: "Brother? What do you want to say? , Let's talk."

"Let’s take a mouthful of snow goose vodka first!" Angelang took out two bottles from his arms: "Cheers, Davarish!"

"Cheers!" Ryan took the glass bottle with deep emotions, a mouthful, and a hot stream from his mouth went all the way into the esophagus. The burning sensation all the way down until the tail rolled and burned, stimulating like burning oil. The senses and internal organs, and then the endless comfort stretched out to the surroundings, and Ryan "yelled" contentedly: "Sweet."

"I like hunting in the Chalong Forest in winter, and then I just sit next to Lily Island, grilling skewers with vodka, and admire the snowy scenery. Lily Island is beautiful, and there is almost no one disturbed here." Anglang showed his teeth. His gaze was a little blurred: "It's so beautiful. I used to be Nucheria. The only memories left by my home star are the crimson rocks, blood, the ancient and **** colosseum, and the cruel experiments. I used to want peace but couldn’t. The Butcher’s Nail allowed me to kill and destroy for a moment of peace, but soon I would be tortured by continued anger and thirst for killing. The more I pursue peace, the more There is no peace."

"Damn the spirit race, the **** Nucheria noble, and the father's improper handling." Ryan can understand Anglang's pain.

After becoming a gladiator, Angland had an extremely painful life. In the darkest and craziest time, he used his special ability to absorb all the pain of the gladiators, and carried it all by himself.

When Anglang led his brothers and sisters in the uprising, they hid in the mountains and there was nothing to eat. Everyone went crazy with hunger. The gladiators even ate stones. At this time, Angrand also stood up and he cut open. With his own blood, he used his own blood to let his brothers and sisters drink, and let them get rid of hunger. He once swore that he and his brothers and sisters would live and die together.

However, at the last juncture, the emperor forcefully used his teleportation ability to take Anglang away, leaving the helpless gladiators facing the next morning, the number of well-equipped nobles who exceeded them twenty times. army.

After the Horus rebellion, Anglang returned to his home planet. Between the valleys, there were only the remains of the ancient battlefield covered with bones and lush grass. Everyone died, only Anglang survived.

Angeran the Oath-sworn, Angeran the Traitor!

Ryan knew that the emperor was also a kind of helpless act at the time. First of all, Anglang explicitly rejected the emperor’s aid, and at that time the nobles of Nukheli had already surrendered to the emperor. If the emperor acted on the nobles of Nukheli, To some extent, it violates the emperor’s rules of doing things-you know, even after 11k years, there are still a large group of descendants of the old warlords who surrendered to the emperor to save the family and part of the territory all day in the streets. In the drag racing, as long as these people don't do anything good, even the Supreme Lord's Council and the Emperor's Forbidden Army can't do anything to them.

Anglang directly took a bottle of Snow Goose Vodka, and then he took out the second bottle. Seeing Ryan looking at him with some sympathy in his eyes, he couldn't help but burst into laughter: "Hahahaha! I know my business, you can't do it. Sympathize with me, I don't need it!"

"Then what do you need, brother?" Ryan didn't drink so hard, the Primarch said casually, waiting for Angelang to speak.

"We need to be psychologically prepared." Anglang was silent for two minutes, and the Primordial World Devourer said quietly: "Ryan, my brother, do you know how strong the Seed of Destruction is?"

"I'll wait for you to tell me." Ryan was stunned: "You don't understand, who else understands?"

"When I was a demon prince for Terrorism, even though I lacked rationality in most cases, I knew very well that I was not the opponent of Seed of Destruction." Anglang said slowly: "Even if it is the peak of my state. It’s not at all."

"Indeed, otherwise we would not make such elaborate preparations to meet this powerful enemy." Ryan nodded, there is no doubt about this.

"No, you still don't understand, Ryan." Anglang raised his fist, the Primordial World Devourer showed his fist to Ryan: "Do you know how strong I was when I was at the peak of the Primordial Ascendant?"

"...Sacrificing more than a hundred gray knights and finally banishing you?" Ryan teased, "Amiji Dorten?"

"That's me being called to the main material universe, not the full body of me." Anglang shook his head: "How do I say, Ryan, I'll just say that, the promotion is half strong, and the white is weak by three points. You can understand Huh? No matter how disgusting the Four Chaos Gods are, but the original body after ascending is much stronger than after ascending. Chaos will fill up your shortcomings and strengthen your strengths in a targeted manner."

"Well, I understand." Ryan nodded.

"Even when I was at the peak of the Ascended Primordial Body, I was not an opponent of the Seed of Destruction." Anglang continued: "And now, Ryan, I am now back. I am grateful to you, but I do. In fact, it has become weaker, without the Butcher’s Nail, without the power bestowed by Terrorism, and now I am much weaker than the previous Demon Primarch."

"So, I have almost no confidence in this battle." Anglang cast his gaze to the distant sky, and the king of cut smiles: "Anyway, I have to thank you, Ryan, my brother, these dozens In the past few years, I am very happy. I have got everything I want, a peaceful farm life, the affection I dream of, and my lovely little nephew and niece. I am really satisfied. Someone once said, don’t To enjoy the beautiful things all at once, maybe I am too extravagant."

"Brother..." Ryan faintly felt a little bad, he was about to say something, Anglang waved his hand, and the king's face gradually became savage: "If we really can't defeat the Seed of Destruction, then there is nothing left. There is a way, I hold him."

"I held him, you used the black hole to destroy me and him together." Anglang stood up, and the king has never been so determined. He shouted at Ryan: "Can it be done?!"

"Brother!"

"I asked if you could do it?!"

"Heh~hahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" Ryan burst into laughter suddenly, the original Gray Knight patted the position beside him, and a snowflake was splashed: "Sit down, brother, first listen to me, okay?"

"...What do you want to say?" Anglang looked at Ryan for a while, then sat down, and he sighed: "I listen, I just listen."

"I'll tell a story to my brother, a story about the'flying man' Michael Jordan." Ryan motioned to Angland to do a good job. He gently told Angland the story of the basketball **** Michael Jordan in his previous life. listen.

Anglang was quickly attracted by the story of the flying man Jordan. The epic basketball career of this greatest basketball player made Anglang very yearning.

"Theoretically speaking, Jordan's first three consecutive championships and the last three consecutive championships are almost the same in terms of honor, statistics or personal performance. To some extent, his first three consecutive championships contain more gold than the last three consecutive championships. Higher, but why does everyone think that his last three consecutive championships are greater? His last three consecutive championships prove his supreme status?" Ryan laughed.

"..." Anglang was silent, but looked fascinated.

"When Jordan came back for the first time in 1995, his personal ability was still very strong, but he was no longer incomprehensible." Lane said seriously: "His invincible breakthrough is gone, and he can no longer take a step at will. He lost his unsolvable super explosive power and his speed dropped. Although still very fast, he is no longer unique. In the 96 finals, he ran into trouble, averaging 27 points per game. This is a notch worse than the 41 points per game in 1993."

"By the time of 1997 and 1998, Jordan will not talk about speed and explosiveness. His bounce and strength, flexibility and ability to move in the air have also declined, as well as physical strength and energy. This invincible basketball **** is facing a comprehensive Decline, and at the same time, from 1996-98, his teammates have become more and more crotch, the big bugs have become completely scum, and the second head Pippen has degraded from the previous superstar to an all-star or even an ordinary starting player."

"The second master is also very unhappy with the team because of the very low salary. At the same time, too much honor has made him lose his attention on the court, and being able to play seriously on the court has given the big brother face and for many years. The friendship of the team, and the teammates in the team are too. They are either thinking about the next super big contract, or they have been slack and want to mess around, and there are weak, aging veterans, and their opponents are in The most hungry and thirsty state, the failure of the previous year gave them unparalleled motivation, and they vowed to take revenge."

"Then what to do?" Anglang was also shocked by this predicament.

Even if it declines, even if it is no longer invincible, even if it is exhausted, but I am still king! The most arrogant and most invincible king!

"The ability has declined, the speed has decreased, and the body has gradually declined. This is something mortals cannot change, but we have to learn to adapt to them and learn to use them." Ryan smiled and said: "Although Jordan was physically in the last two years The performance has fallen sharply, but the technique and skills are at the peak. The fake moves are more accurate and the dribble is smoother. He is very aware of his weaknesses, so he polished his skills and experience to form a new self and developed With a beautiful and picturesque jump shot, he has a wealth of experience that allows him to deal with any situation. The diversity of skills allows him to defeat any enemy."

"And more importantly, he still has a victorious heart. He is never satisfied, never slackens, and always desires more." Ryan made a "six" gesture: "In the camp full of injuries, in everyone He was already tired and slack. In the situation of unstable military spirit, it was him time and time again, dragging the declining body and tired spirit, and stepping forward with a strong will, and then the'last dance' was over. The competition brought a successful end to his extremely brilliant career."

Anglang thoughtfully, King Chop only felt that a blood was ignited from his chest.

"Brother, I know, your current state is indeed not as strong as your ascension period, but you are still you, your skills and experience for ten thousand years will not disappear, and more importantly, you have found your battle goal. , Whether it is for me, for Sulia, for the people of Redfish Village, or for Devonhills, you have goals, and more importantly..." Ryan continued, "You have freedom."

"Freedom." Angelang repeated it: "Freedom?"

"Choose to stay, choose to be an old farmer, choose to help me take Devonhill, choose to come back, choose to face the Seed of Destruction, these are all your own decisions." Ryan spread his hands and smiled: "Compared to you in the Great Expedition Era and the Ascended Devil Era, you have nothing. You don’t have your bloodthirsty guards. You don’t have your tens of thousands of World Devourer warriors. You don’t have those demon running dogs and cards. Well, that crazy child, you only have your small farm, but you have freedom."

"You are not fighting alone, brother, you have me, Suria, and Devonhill, you have Fogen who is far away in Ruschia, you have Ruth who doesn’t know where to go, and you have Gilliman Senge. Les Johnson, there are also those mortals who are fighting side by side, brother, you are not alone, try to believe them, rely on them, try to prove yourself, and prove to everyone that you are still the fearsome Ange Lang, prove your glory and strength!"

Anglang closed his eyes, and he could feel that the frustration in his chest had melted away.

Yes, I am free, I am me, I am Anglang, I am not someone's slave, I am not a running dog, I am me, even if my strength is not as good as before, the Seed of Destruction will never want to defeat me!

Anglang stood up, he laughed loudly, beat his chest hard, and roared, Dongshixuesen swayed in the voice of the original body: "Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!!!"

"Thank you, brother." Angelang felt comfortable. King Chop stretched out his hand to pull Ryan from the ground, and suddenly asked, "What about you? Brother? Are you embarrassed to say me? You were not arranged by your father from beginning to end. Clearly, if you say that to me, don't you have a goal? Why are you fighting?"

Ryan was taken aback, the original Gray Knight was suddenly swayed by Angelang's words, and he recalled Macado's last words.

"Go find the answer, my child!"

An illusion appeared before his eyes.

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In the torn and **** territory of the empire, Makado was ordered by the emperor to take twelve chosen people across layers of blockades and lines of fire, before arriving at the throne, bearing the order of Emperor Jun and honoring our people , Guard everything.

Ryan's psychic energy mixed with gold and silver, violently fluctuating, the light of the demigod tore the gap between reality and subspace, and the original body felt that some brand new power and knowledge were pouring into his brain.

"Use will and psychic energy to tear the thin film of subspace and reality, and reflect your heart-like world in the real world." Makado's legacy of wisdom whispered in Ryan's ear: "Let your will overwhelm Asia. The storm of space allows your power to make the world surrender. At that moment, a brand new landscape will appear before your eyes."

Brand new scenery?

Ryan squinted his eyes, and the Primal Gray Knight felt a new insight. He had already touched the "inside" world.

"We will all survive, all will!"

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