Medieval Empire Soldier Chapter 158

   "No! My Elector!"

   "Damn traitor!"

   The desperate roar of the Teutonic guards echoed in the long corridor.

"Do you feel the pain, my beloved Elector?" Luigi's voice rang out, never stopping, "The venom smeared on the dagger is a masterpiece that I spent all my efforts on, and I call it the 'white The Death of the Wolf'."

The piercing pain forced the White Wolf Elector to bend his torso. He turned sideways, pressed the bleeding wound on his left chest with one hand, and took off the dagger hanging on the wall. He woke up and understood everything. , At this moment, Boris's heart was extremely gloomy, and he asked with a grim expression: "Where is my daughter?! Where is Shirena! Annika, you **** traitor!"

"Shh." The palace doctor raised a finger and said in a soothing tone, "Don't move around, Lord Elector, even if you have legendary strength, your strength at the moment is not even as good as your poor eldest son Candido Todb. Ringer, for a terminally ill half-dead, every cough is a step closer to the cemetery."

   "My son. Luigi, you!!"

   Maybe it was the effect of the poison, or the anger was attacking the heart, and a string of blood flowed from the corner of Boris's mouth.

The faceless changing spirit did not give him a chance to continue speaking. He picked up the fishbone dagger and rushed forward. Time was running out. As long as the White Wolf Elector died, the Miden-led forces would completely shuffle the cards. The famous Teutonic guards were unable to support their elector, and the court physician with the sickle in his hand burst out laughing and waved the sickle, blow after blow, restraining the Teutonic guards without giving any space.

Boris gritted his teeth and tried to attack, and the changing spirit bounced off Boris' dagger with an easy challenge. It runs through the shoulder blade of a white wolf elector.

The Lord of Middenheim fell weakly to the ground, hissing and screaming in great pain, but the changing spirit said nothing. It pulled out a fishbone dagger from the wound, and a bird-like deformed claw pressed it hard. The head of the White Wolf Elector was trapped, making him unable to move. The sharp dagger pressed against Boris' neck, oozing a few strands of blood. The silent indifference was the greatest insult and ridicule to the elector's guards.

The strong wind stirred in the corridor, and a figure hidden in the darkness rushed out. The crisp knocking sound of pulling the trigger was extra harsh. In the darkness, two bright flames brought a flash of flash, which also illuminated the cold face. , "Pfft! Pfft!"

The two silver-plated projectiles sank into the body of the changing spirit. Under the violent action of the black gunpowder, a large pool of meat foam was blasted away, and the slender silver sword in Eureka's hand drew a dangerous arc at the weak point of the demon. , with a cold female voice, brought the trial: "Indictment!"

The    powerful projectile will knock the changing spirit back a few steps, but the silver-plated projectile of the witch hunter only restrains the vampire, and the damage to the demon is not significant.

The changing spirit, covered in white smoke, gave up the repairing sword against the elector, and turned facelessly to the witch hunter. In the sound of metal cutting, the silver sword of the witch hunter slashed straight down, "Demon , leave this kingdom forever and be damned forever!"

In the first confrontation, Eureka's slender body fell to one side, and she was unscathed. Under the blessing of the indictment effect, the changing spirit took a few steps forward slowly. Cracked to the crotch, fell softly to the ground.

"Changing spirit, I should have thought of it." The crimson eyes glanced at the faceless demon, Eureka's white shirt tightly corseted at the waist, and the black slender breeches made her move freely. Lower body: "Elector, I will take you out of here."

The Elector of the White Wolf with anger and blurred eyes, his face was pale, and the poison was destroying his body unscrupulously, taking away the vitality of Boris. .

"Ah!" At the end of the corridor, the blasphemous power of the giant sickle finally hit the last Teutonic guard. The sickle, blessed by Chaos, pierced the black Mithril plate armor, and the bright red blood shot out. The Teutonic guard groaned. With a sound, he tried to stab out a sword, and the sword light also successfully cut through Luigi's robes hanging down from his cuffs.

The Teutonic guard also suffered a heavy blow, flew out, and directly hit the huge mounted painting in the promenade. The iron chandelier that fell off the wall hit his head, making the sound of a heavy object hitting the metal. The sound of broken bones, the gurgling blood mixed with white brains, flowed from the forehead of the Teutonic guard's helmet.

"I can't move, miss, leave, this is my destiny, my lord, I will atone for you." Boris lost all his strength, his hands and feet began to become cold, he tried to support his body, the pain in his internal organs Makes him almost faint: "Leave, leave"

   As soon as the weak voice fell, Boris closed his eyes silently. No matter how strong a tough guy was in his heart, he couldn't resist the double collapse of his mind and body.

Seeing the pain of Elector Boris, Luigi was very satisfied. The court physician Luigi was dragging his sickle with his backhand, and the rotten iron made a rattling noise on the ground. Mrs. Annika was not in a hurry, he was not in a hurry, this trip The purpose is to test the masterpiece that has been developed for several years.

   is just a witch hunter, to him, it is not a threat.

   As long as Luigi wanted to, he could smash out of the chaotic banquet hall and lose at most a few cherished samples that had been supported for many years.

"My husband, Boris Todbringer, the dignified Elector of Midden, is dying in agony, and you, beautiful and unfortunate lady, may be one step ahead of him. In front." The footsteps of high heels clasping the ground came from the other end of the corridor, and Mrs. Annika smiled happily: "Witch hunter, I know that you lit the flame of that noble manor, and you killed the guard, too. The sword skills are good, clean and neat, and one hit kills."

Eureka took out a bottle of detoxification potion and a small bottle of holy water. She pried open the mouth of the comatose Elector and poured the potion. At the wound, under the violent reaction of Chaos Corruption, the rotten flesh on the elector's chest exuded a foul smell of scorched rot.

   After doing this, whether Boris can survive or not will no longer belong to the category of meddling by mortals. Everything depends on the arrangement of the wolf **** for him.

The witch hunter stood up silently, with a rapier in one hand and a short-fired gun in the other, her crimson eyes looked directly at the traitor in front of her, with a touch of contempt on her face: "With you as my opponent, I can do better. "

"Haha~~ I like your voice, your beauty, and your character, Miss Witch Hunter." Mrs. Annika smiled charmingly. She seemed to be admiring a work of art, her eyes full of eager desire and fanaticism: "Join us, God has given you flawless beauty, you are a natural darling, you are qualified to be my 'partner', to experience the bliss of the Prince of Joy, lick every inch of fair skin, and train well, we shouldn't For the enemy, my love~~~"

   The emerald scepter of the Slaanesh sect, a group of fallen ones who pursue beauty.

During the conversation, Mrs. Annika's delicate body suddenly changed, her body was raised a head, a huge crab claw emerged from each of her ribs, and several horns were pierced from the flesh and blood on her forehead. His voice became more and more masculine, exuding a greasy fragrance: "Come on, accept my love, and let us share the blissful joy!"

   Eureka was not moved by the temptation at all. She raised the muzzle at the mutant Mrs Annika and whispered softly: "Uncle Boris, your wife is so ugly and disgusting."

"boom!"

The    fire gun spewed out thick smoke, and the fallen and the witch hunter fought together.

"Papa pata pata~" The white wolf castle, the dense footsteps sounded one after another, the banquet hall was already full of water at this time, and most of the guests and waiters fled the splendid hall in a hurry. There was a fierce fight, and several killers who appeared out of nowhere slashed and slashed the guests outside, the chaos further escalated, and even the turmoil had a tendency to spread throughout Middenheim.

White Wolf Paladin Krill-Anroxian and Midden Field Marshal Heinwald temporarily assumed command responsibility. He had a warhammer and a long sword in his hand, and he was covered in blood. A team of swordsmen from Uric's Sword was obeying him. Dispatch and slaughter those heretic believers wandering in the castle.

In Middenheim under the night, some Chaos sects who had already plotted to set fire to the night. When the whole city celebrated, the densely populated Midenland capital was mixed with fish and dragons. In many dirty corners and sewers, outlaws ushered in their belongings. their carnival.

  The huge chaos could not stop, panic and madness gradually affected the urban area around the castle, until the whole city.

   The darkness under the brilliance of the holy city breeds more madness. Now, the holy city drinks its own dove.

   Meanwhile, the Great Temple of Uric.

Axel Wiesenberg, the leader of the White Wolf Knights who was awakened by his subordinates, wore Mithril plate armor and came to the high platform with a cold face. He looked at the fires burning around the city under his feet. , The wolf's eyes were full of fierce light, and he ordered in anger: "Ring the big bell, the white wolf knights, white wolf monks, battle priests, and temple warriors are all dispatched! Execute all those **** traitors! Not a single one will be left alive!"

"There is an urgent report from White Wolf Castle! Your Highness! There are many Chaos Eggs and Chaos believers at the banquet, the elector and the elector's daughter, the life and death of the elector are unknown!" The magic message from the Elector's court wizard came in a hurry.

   "Call the Red Flame Guardians! Follow me to support the White Wolf Castle, make no mistake!"

"Yes!"

Chaos and disorder are still spreading wildly in the city. Fighting and looting can be seen everywhere. This holy city has fallen into chaos. The city defense team has to move around to maintain order. More white wolf knights and wolf **** warriors are on the way. come.

   Chaos and night, the banquet hall of the Elector Castle.

   There are fragments of tables and chairs and dead corpses everywhere. Blood and red wine are mixed with each other. Under the volatilization of alcohol, the smell of scarlet choking is disgusting.

  The two empty dark blue Chaos Demon Armors meant that two Tzeentch warriors had been exiled, and at the edge of the hall, a terrible hissing sound reached everyone's ears.

  Baghdadi's Tzeentch Chaos Egg has a powerful self-healing ability. The Teutonic guards holding the blessed halberd can only limit it to a certain range for a while, but cannot kill it.

A purplish-black magic light radiated from the eyes of the chosen warrior of Tzeentch, and shot directly at Lallen, the young baron immediately avoided, and a guard behind him was hit on the spot, the flesh was stripped directly from him, the armor was Corroded into a pool of molten iron.

  The air around the corpse was burning silently, and the magic of the Chosen Warriors of Tzeentch was so powerful that it melted mortals to scum in a single blow.

"Ferina's gaze!" The dark blue shield and magic screen firmly protected Tzeentch's chosen body, and the magic of the court wizard wearing a sky-blue robe, before touching the magic screen, was like a mud cow entering the sea and disappearing. not see.

"Your Excellency Lallen, there is a shield around him, we must break the shield first!" On the other side, the adopted son of the elector, von Tugenheim, called out loudly, and he hurriedly approached the selection of Tsianqi. The warrior, the white wolf paladin, has the courage of the wolf god, and he vowed to throw the chaotic head into the eternal flame as a sacrifice to the wolf god.

   "I know!" Lallen responded loudly, with the burning long sword in his hand shaking the sword flower, "Your Excellency Tugenheim, you are left and right, distract him!"

   "No problem!" The adopted son of the elector was calm and calm, and he was not afraid at all. The White Wolf Paladin was a model of the White Wolf Knight, and he had never escaped from a strong enemy for thousands of years.

   "Do it!"

  Lairn took the lead in attacking, the flame blade slashed and cut directly into the magic screen.

Melee combat is by no means Tzeentch's forte. With only two moves, Tzeentch's chosen warrior was forced into danger by Lallen, while the dozens of eyes attached to Tzeentch's demon armor could closely observe the surrounding movements, giving him a vision without blind spots. Von Tugenheim saw the opportunity and cut into the battle from the side. The leg-biting blade of the holy sword of the elector he raised, once stained with countless evil blood, now continues to perform its sacred duty.

The joint attack of the White Wolf Paladin and the Imperial Heroes made Tzeentchi's chosen warrior unable to resist, and it was very difficult to resist. He avoided the vertical split of the Rune Fang, and another flaming sword followed, unable to dodge in time, the sharp blade was in He inflicted great damage on his body, and realizing his own decline, Tzeenthi God's chosen warrior screamed strangely, and the inside of the magic armor continued to stir, as if condensing the wind of magic all over his body.

   "Get out of the way! He's about to explode!" The Elector's court wizard shouted, and at the same time the staff in his hand lit up, constructing a protective shield that covered a few meters around the Tianqi God's Chosen Warrior.

A sky-blue semicircular magic shield illuminated the hall, and Lailun and the adopted son of the elector immediately escaped from it, before they could catch their breath. In the next second, the terrifying chaotic magic wind blew through the hall, and the palace wizard spewed a mouthful. Blood, the protective shield he had put down with all his might collapsed and disappeared in the gust of wind.

  Fortunately, the protective cover withstood the most powerful moment, and the impact did not spread to others.

   "Cough cough." Lailun was in the closest position to the explosion. He was knocked over by the unstoppable force of the impact to a **** heap of shattered desks and chairs, looking a little disheartened.

   "Your Excellency Lallen, are you alright?!" The voice of the adopted son of the elector came, and Lallen replied, "I'm fine!"

   "Is the problem solved?"

"If you ignore that big guy, I think so." The slightly embarrassed von Tugenheim leaned on his sword, and the adopted son of the elector said: "Leave the rest to us, Your Excellency Lehren, just for Bai. A chance for the Wolf Knights to perform!"

   "As you wish." Laylen nodded, he heard another violent collision of gold and stones from the upper floors of the castle, and narrowed his eyes: "Eureka"

   All eyes in the hall were attracted by Chaos Eggs, and no one noticed that the young baron rushed towards the side door of the hall.

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