Warhammer Throne

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Attacking on all sides and blossoming in the center. This is Ryan’s original plan. In addition to relying on the power of the avatars, the most important prerequisite is that Middenheim can persist for long enough. Only Middenheim is like a one. Only when the nails are firmly nailed in place and contain most of the main forces of the Chaos Army, the outer order army has the possibility of success.

And this premise is now shattered, and all the incarnations of order outside the city, including General Marshal Ryan, are all startled in a cold sweat.

Is Middenheim lost?

Right? Didn’t Midenheim claim that Urik’s fire is immortal, and White Wolf City will never fall?

Are you Urik reliable?

The Breton knights cursed the defenders of Domdenheim for failing to complete the mission. At this time, even the main generals such as Mogiana and François panicked, and the old man couldn’t help it. He asked Ryan, "Your Majesty, are there any reinforcements?"

"It is impossible to expect any other reinforcements now. All the combatable power in the world is already here." Ryan's face was as black as ink, and the original body couldn't help holding onto the hilt of the Nemesis. He stared at Middenheim, watching the billowing smoke from the city gates. What can be determined at present is that Midenheim’s defenders have not collapsed and are still resisting, but without the protection of the city gates. How long can the defenders of Middenheim last?

"Father, don't you teleport collectively?" Devinhill asked suddenly: "Why don't you teleport collectively to Middenheim?"

The others were okay. Li Manruth, who was on standby, couldn't help but glanced at Devin Hill, and the old wolf stretched out his hand helplessly, messing up Devin Hill's hair.

"Good question." Ryan smiled at his son's words, and he grinned: "German, you must have read through all the books in the "HH (Horus series, right?"

"Yes, father." Devin Hill nodded.

"Then I can ask you, why didn't your grandfather bring a group of forbidden troops during the Battle of Terra? Your Uncle Donne, Uncle Khan, and Uncle San Giles sent directly to Horus from the beginning. In front of him?" Ryan said casually, "but wait until Horus chooses to drop his ship?"

"Um..." Devonhill was a little dazed.

"Under the vigilance of the other party, it is extremely dangerous to engage in such long-distance and large-scale transmission." Ryan said coldly: "In most cases, this action may not only be interrupted by the other party and cause a huge amount of damage to himself. Backlash, it is very likely that the path to the mortal world will be directly blocked, trapped in a subspace, or exiled to the end of the universe. Aichaen is the eternal choice of God with the blessing of the four chaotic gods. He himself is not only a warrior, He is also a very powerful mage, do you play mass teleportation in front of him?"

Ryan’s large-scale mass teleportation is not impossible now, but it is too dangerous, and his wife is too dangerous. The collective teleportation to the military level is not a "sho" from here to there, but requires a spellcasting process and a spellcasting time. Among them, it will not only consume a huge amount of psychic energy of Ryan, but also be easily interrupted and suffer a devastating blow in the process of transmission.

"My dear, what should I do now?" Veronica supported Sulia from the wound, and the sanctuary witch's face was full of anxiety.

"There is no way!" Ryan gritted his teeth, and he raised the spear of my lord here: "Old Guards, follow me, dispatch!"

"The Angland clan, for Granny and Grimnier, for Bafeng Mountain!" Bellegar responded gratifyingly.

The unique sound of the horn spread throughout the battlefield, and the elite infantry regiments led by the Old Breton Guards, Red Dragon Guards, and Unicorn Guards, as well as the Holy Grail knights led by the Brotherhood of Red Dragon Knights, were dispatched.

The mountains of Brittany moved.

The slogans of the old guards shook the mountains and seas, and under the power of Ryan, a solid rainbow bridge passed from the land to the Middenheim Mountains!

The old guards, the Knights of the Holy Grail, Angland's Oath of Guardians, and a small number of elite knights and infantry followers, Ryan, stepped onto the Rainbow Bridge.

The final journey begins.

"Geert!!!" In the imperial army, Emperor Karl-Franz's roar also sounded: "Middenheim is lost!"

"I know." Galt couldn't help his panic and anxiety. The great alchemist waved Volan's staff, and a large group of golden retrievers appeared around him to tear the chaotic warriors into pieces, and there was another in the distance. At least a hundred chaotic battle groups came to support, but the number of the imperial army was declining every second.

"We must hurry, otherwise we won't be able to see the dawn of tomorrow!" The promoted Carl waved the Gal-Malazi origin to headshot the two treacherous warriors. He could only use the most sincere way. Begged Gelt: "Find a way to send us to Middenheim, this is the only hope!"

The face behind the Gelt metal mask became tangled, and he wanted to send everyone in at once? How easy is this? Does the emperor think we can do it again because we won the storm gate surprise attack?

"Gelt!!!" The promoted Karl shouted, "Answer me!!!"

"My magic can't take everyone!" The great alchemist was silent for a while before saying, "At most a small part."

"Then a small part!" the emperor roared: "Quick!!!"

Gelt finally nodded. The great alchemist tried his best to mobilize his own power. A clear and visible golden light appeared on the entire battlefield. There was flowing gold everywhere in the air, and the molten metal rushed into the sky and was taken in one fell swoop. Reinforced, a golden sky bridge appeared in front of everyone. Following the emperor’s shouts, the half-griffon knight, the Rick guard, the sun knight, the Kronborg sword group, the black stone guard, the Nur armored army, and the emperor The private army Griffin Great Sword Regiment stepped onto the final battlefield, leaving behind most of the remaining enemies of the imperial army.

Similarly, the Elf Empire Army, who saw the problem, immediately launched the Age Oak Root Teleport under the operation of Ellarelli, and the trees that rose up from the ground opened a way for the Army of Life.

Malekis chose the most dangerous decision. He mobilized his shadow wind power to engulf a part of the elven army under his command, and directly turned into a dirty undercurrent and rushed towards Middenheim. This move was very dangerous. But the Eternal King has no other choice.

Most of the Elf Empire Army left, and the pale queen Olica, the elves underground **** king, was left. Olica turned blue with anger. She had to take over the command and was responsible for delaying the remaining Chaos Army's main force as the master. They create opportunities.

Vlad also noticed the fall of Middenheim. To be fair, the Death Lord was very reluctant to approach Middenheim. The holy fire there would cause huge damage to Vlad, but the situation in front of him is already like this. Even if Vlad is reluctant, he can only turn into a bat himself and fly directly to Middenheim.

Perhaps only the incarnation of the wind of death does not need to consider the issue of the army. Vlad knew that as long as he arrived in Middenheim, he would have countless corpses to summon the undead army to fight. He left Luther Harken. , Akhhan and others just ordered the terrifying beast to take Gul and head towards the mountain.

Only halfway through the flight, a beautiful figure stopped in front of Vlad, and she let out a silver bell-like laugh, mixed with the whispers of the devil and extreme bitterness: "Where are you going? Honey, here I am. Well, husband, the world is about to be destroyed. Before that, don't you plan to give your wife a last hug?"

"..." Vlad looked intently at Isabella, his wife, he knew that Isabella was already occupied by a certain Nurgle at this time, but this person was his wife. Isabella is still as beautiful as they were when they were married hundreds of years ago, and Vlad knew that he could never give up Isabella anyway, never.

"Very well, before the world is destroyed, let us embrace one last time." Vlad gave up his plan to enter the city quickly, he reappeared, and the Death Lord raised the blood-drinking sword: "Come on."

In history, the husband and wife have fought again. Isabella and Vlad, who were controlled by the devil, actually drew a draw. Vlad was forced to use all his sword skills and combined all his fighting experience. Being able to suppress his wife, he noticed the fierce poison on Isabella's sword. It was a gift from Nurgle. Vlad could not let himself be touched by this fierce poison, otherwise his strength would be greatly damaged even if he did not die.

When the whole city of Middenheim was on fire, the husband and wife had a magnificent duel on the wall. Every second, the death prince was pouring the wind of death into Isabella’s body, which made the foreigner live. The Great Demon of Nurgle in Isabella's body was very painful, and Isabella's counterattack came extremely quickly, Vlad's body was cut into hundreds of pieces in the blink of an eye, but the Death Lord was resurrected immediately. .

In the second life, Vlad rushed forward, flashing all the attacks all the way, letting Isabella’s long sword pierce his heart tendon, and he turned his wife’s body in his arms, and Isha Bella's hands were cut behind her back, and the elector's wife was panting in pain. After all, her strength was not as strong as Vlad, let alone the death lord who was fused with the wind of death.

In the third life, Vlad, who was resurrected again, firmly squeezed his wife’s chin. The death prince’s eyes were full of affection. He looked at Isabella’s perfect face. Every time, Isabella’s beauty Both intoxicated her as they did when they were newly married to Yan Er, Vlad sighed, "Accept my love, Isha, my wife."

All Isabella’s words were blocked in her mouth. Vlad bit his wife’s lips violently. The fangs of both sides collided with each other, and the mouth was full of blood. The strong and pure wind of death came from Vlad. Pouring his mouth into Isabella's body, the Great Demon Nurgle, who controlled the elector's wife, screamed in despair, until Isabella's whole body turned into a piece of stiff amethyst.

Resisting the severe pain, Vlad pulled the Ring of Von Kastein from his finger before his wife died completely, and slammed it on Isabella’s hand. After doing all this, Vlad would The amethyst in the shape of his wife slammed into it, causing the amethyst to fall to the Middenheim mountain. He knelt on one knee on the wall and smiled.

The Great Demon Nurgle who is lodged in Isabella will die, and his wife Isabella will be reborn.

But at this time Vlad was very weak, very weak, he was vomiting blood and panting, he felt someone approaching quickly behind him, and he was directly suppressed and got up before he could react.

Nippon's famous sword, Chikuzen Little Karasuma Kushiki pressed on Vlad’s shoulder and stretched out slowly, wiping a spark on Vlad’s armor, the death lord’s body shook, his tone was a little stiff: "You coming?"

"Why can't I come?" The ancestor of the blood dragon, Aibo Wallace, appeared behind Vlad.

"Of course you can come, so, are you here to kill me?" Vlad can move, but it is not necessary. He knows very well that in this case, the ancestor of the blood dragon, Aibo Wallace, he only needs a flick of his wrist. You can kill him: "In this way, the wind of death will be yours."

"I have no interest in the wind of death." Abbot Wallace whispered: "We agreed before, I owe you once, right?"

"Correct."

"Now, it's back to you." Chikuzen Xiao Karasuma withdrew it, and the blood dragon ancestor looked at Middenheim City: "I am here this time to fulfill the agreement with my old friend."

"Then, have a nice day." Vlad immediately turned into a bat and left, not daring to stay one more second.

…………I am the dividing line to fulfill the agreement…………

The city of Middenheim fell so fast that the army of order outside the city was forced to break into parts. When their respective leaders tried to break into Middenheim to prevent Aicharn from advancing towards Fort Urik, the duel in the city also occurred. It's nearing the end.

Charlemagne chooses the champion Watten, and the Eternal God chooses Aichaen in an unprecedented championship duel.

The light of the hammer Gal-Maraz collided with the demon flames, and the flames glowing from the full-body plate armor of the golden griffin master rune on Woten's body and the Chaos mark on the Moka armor complemented each other.

The attack from both sides was a tyrannical war dance that could not be looked at directly. Woten's moves were fierce, and Gail Malaz broke through all defenses.

Aichaen was flawless, the Kingslayer kept spitting out sparks, and the eyes of Sherron on his forehead kept insight into Watten's attacks, stopping Gal Maraz's every wave that he was bound to win.

The two sides seem to be evenly matched, but after all, Wo Teng is just a pure warrior rather than a mage. Aishaun constantly summons demon flames. The chaotic mark on his forehead shoots lasers. When Wo Teng tries to dodge, he has to pay something. The price-he had two swords in the thigh and one sword in the shoulder.

Charlemagne’s chosen champion was injured. Woten endured the pain and continued to fight vigorously. Under his call, the Midenheim defenders were also morale high, and more importantly, the fire of Urik was always burning. The flames of the White Wolf God strengthened the strength of every Midden leader and suppressed the power of Chaos. The Chaos Warriors who rushed into the city were obviously sluggish, and the Chaos Runes on their bodies were no longer so bright.

Finally, Wu Teng seized an opportunity. He forcibly resisted the demon flame released by Aishaun, and hit the upper end of Aishaun's shield with Gal Maraz. The upper part of the shield that could withstand the attack of the Chaos Demon suddenly shattered. After cracking, Aizhan staggered and took a step back reluctantly.

This small victory made Wo Teng see hope, but it also opened his empty door. When Wo Teng intends to continue to consolidate this insignificant advantage, he suddenly felt a pang of pain behind him. He looked down and looked down. The blade of the dimensional stone pierced his chest from behind.

Watten staggered a few steps forward, and Charlemagne's chosen champion fell unwillingly to the ground, slowly closing his eyes.

The champion of Charlemagne, the religious leader of the empire, the city lord of Middenheim, the hero of ten thousand people, Watten, fell at the gate of Middenheim.

"No!!!" Aichaen's angry roar came faster than the death master Snitch's congratulatory voice. The Eternal God Chosen became anxious. He looked at the dead Woten and lay on the body of Charlemagne's Chosen Champion. Snitch on the top roared: "He is mine! Mine!!!"

Snitch suddenly felt that something was wrong. The Master Death was like a chick and was directly picked up by Aizhan in his hand. He quickly took out a smoke bomb and wanted to use ninjutsu to escape: "Hidden!"

It's too late, Aicharn's Eye of Sherron has already penetrated Snitch's trick, and the Kingslayer sent it out and pierced Snitch's body. The Eternal God's Choice was extremely angry: "Dare to interrupt my duel? Death? stop!!!"

The right claw of the Essin clan, the master of death, the master of death, and Snitch, who have made hundreds of perfect assassinations all over the world, fell at the gates of Middenheim and died at the hands of the Eternal God Chosen Aichan.

Two consecutive deaths caused chaos at the gate of Middenheim. The Middenheim defenders saw Watten being killed, and their morale almost collapsed. The faint-hearted fled, and only a small number of warriors were still fighting desperately.

The Skaven and most of the Chaos Army will be overwhelmed by this scene. Isn't the Mouse an ally?

At this time, a warrior saved everything.

The sanctuary mercenary from the southern country, bounty hunter Brenner stood up, and saw him throw a flash bomb among the chaos army, and then drew six rounds of runner guns from his waist. The firm will aimed at the Eternal God's Choice who was in a frenzy, and the endless divine might that was enough to scare people at a glance, resolutely pulled the trigger.

"It's noon!"

Six gunshots were fired, and six bullets flew towards the gap in the crown of Ai'charn's dominion with incomparable accuracy.

"Small bugs!" Aichaen easily blocked the six bullets, Eternal God Choosing sneered, watching the mortals overwhelmingly.

"Blessing shooting!" Who knows that this is not over yet, Brenner immediately drew a pair of long-tube rune guns from his arms, and fired a volley of double bullets against Aizhan, carrying two dimensional stone bullets. The same power as the explosion blasted directly on Ai'chan's helmet!

"Hmm!" Aichaen was stunned by this blow. Eternal God's Choice really didn't understand the power of the Dimensional Stone Bullet, so he took a step back.

"Quick!" The two White Wolf cultivators seized this opportunity and quickly grabbed the hammer Gail Malaz from the body of Wo Teng!

Seeing that his goal was completed, Brenner nodded, and the bounty hunter took out his sword, intending to buy time for the white wolf monk and the white wolf knights to retreat. He resolutely moved forward and sent towards the Eternal God's Choice. Challenge.

Just two minutes later, Brenner's broken body fell into the streets of Middenheim, blood staining the flagstones.

With all his myths and a lifetime as a mercenary legend, the veteran sanctuary powerhouse of the Southern Kingdom, one of the most famous mercenaries in the old world, Anglang's close comrade-in-arms, bounty hunter Brenner, fell to Midden. Heim city gate.

Aizhan disdainfully stepped Brenner's head under the iron boots, and exploded his head with a little effort. The Eternal God's Choice was about to move on, when a white light flashed and forced him back.

The incarnation of the wind of light, the descendant of Elario, Tyrion appeared in the radiant light.

"Are you here to die one by one?" Aicharn sneered: "That's great~www.readwn.com~ Tyrion ignored Aicharn's declaration, and the incarnation of the wind of light commanded Boris behind him: "Quickly, go and reorganize Middenheim's defenses, I'll hold back the Eternal God's Choice! "

The Elector of the White Wolf, Boris, gasped for breath, still haunting him with guilt.

Old fellow, you are all to blame!

But at least before you die, you must at least do something for this city and for the empire!

"Okay, I'll leave it to you! You bereavement dog!" Boris patted Tyrion vigorously. Nearby, the Middenheim garrison was rejoicing for the return of the elector: "Don't die!"

"So are you, the lost lone wolf," Tyrion smiled, and Yang Yanjian pointed at Ai Charn: "Come on, Eternal God's Choice."

"The descendant of Ben Ilario, the guardian of Osuan, the war lord, and the regent of Taishi Tyrion, come to be your opponent!"

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(End of this chapter)

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