Warhammer: Return of the Dragon

Chapter 220 The Devout "Coronated"

As the Azul fleet breaks through the Norsca interception line in the Claw Sea, Middenheim, one of the oldest cities in the Empire, receives an unwelcome guest.

"You are just a liar, not the Chosen One of Sigma. Believers of the White Wolf God will not believe in the tricks of a charlatan." Christopher, the great mentor of the White Wolf Knights, bared his canine teeth and looked fiercely at the man in front of him. A Southerner with a monocle.

"My lord has brought enlightenment to the empire when the twin-tailed comet fell. The differences between the North and South churches made the empire ignore the real threat in front of us. We focused on some meaningless struggles, but never thought about what made the empire go through 2000 years. Still standing in the old world." Magnus was not angry because of the words of the White Wolf Knight's great mentor, he had gathered the Southern Electors and the Church of Sigmar, as long as the affairs of the White Wolf Church were handled well, then support Kisley Husband will be more sure.

"The empire can only be truly strong if it believes in our Lord, instead of being intertwined in weakness and deceit."

"Indeed, the belief in the White Wolf God is an important pillar of the empire, and the Urik Church has protected the northern part of the empire for thousands of years. Without you, the empire would not have survived to this day."

Magnus had no intention of arguing too much with Christophe. These northerners who believed in white wolves were as stubborn and powerful as their gods, and words alone could not shake their minds.

"Then why did you come here?" The Great Master White Wolf clenched his two-handed hammer, and the warrior guarding the holy fire did not allow this Sigmar believer to approach the holy land, even if only Magnus came here alone.

"I have come to meet the white wolf god Urik, just like Sigmar used to meet his gods." Magnus looked up at the floating soil hundreds of meters high, on which the blue and white holy fire had never been extinguished. On this hundreds-of-meter-high mountain peak, he was recognized by Ulrich, and today, he had to walk up it once.

He didn't understand if doing so would cause Ulrich's anger. No one tried to believe in Ulrich when he was the Chosen of Sigma, but Magnus understood that only the two churches that caused the most serious differences in the empire Only when the contradictions are eased can the empire get on the right track, otherwise, with the current political and religious conflicts so intense, no one can solve this problem with the strength of one party alone.

These words made the White Wolf Knight even more angry. He could no longer hold back the killing intent towards Magnus in his heart. Even Ulric believers only had the honor of seeing the holy flame, and this charlatan actually wanted to follow suit. Sigma?
The two-handed sledgehammer suddenly raised, and immediately smashed towards Magris. Even if he didn't die on the spot, he would be seriously injured.

Magnus didn't move, even though he could clearly see every movement of Christophe, even the swaying of the white wolf's cloak after being blown by the wind, he still didn't move at all.

White light shrouded the body of the devout, and the shoulder hit by the sledgehammer with both hands was like the strongest steel, forcibly withstood the power, and then Christophe shook off the divine power.

Sigma's Chosen!
Christophe finally realized that the person in front of him was really not using a twin-tailed comet to bluff and deceive. The Sigma power in Magnus was even comparable to that of the High Priest, perhaps stronger to some extent.

Just when the white wolf master was a little at a loss, a voice came from above the floating earth, it was the great pope Urik,
"Let him come up, the Lord is waiting for him."

The White Wolf Master looked at Magnus with a face full of shock. Since the War of the Three Emperors was started by the Elector of Midden more than 600 years ago, Ulric has never issued an oracle, but now for a southerner Sigma follower and personally ordered?
Patting his sore shoulders from the sledgehammer in both hands, Magnus nodded at Christophe, and then walked towards the floating soil, but he did not enter from the stairs surrounding the mountain, but did something Similar thing to Sigma, climbing floating dirt with bare hands.

The pious reached out and grabbed the protruding rock. The traces of winter had not receded here, and they could touch the unmelted ice from time to time, but this was not a reason to retreat.

After grasping the rock firmly, Magnus stepped on it and began to climb upwards. The height of the floating soil seemed to have become meaningless at this moment. At the beginning, the devout could feel every time he stretched out his hand and touched it. When walking on the rock wall, a little cold flowed into his body from the stone, which made his body feel stiff, and every movement required great effort, but this was not a reason to retreat.

The cold filled his whole body from the inside out, Magnus rested for a while, the wind blowing from afar made his mind clearer, and then began to climb the seemingly endless mountain.

Illusion, an inexplicable illusion appeared in front of Magnus. He could see many things. Ships with the skull logo of the empire burned in the dark flames, the port sank to the bottom of the sea, and the gods in countless churches were defiled. The army was slaughtered under the attack of the followers of Chaos, and the Beastmen who had been lurking in the Duncanwald Forest for thousands of years swept across the human villages madly, using flesh and blood to satisfy the eternally hungry desire. This world seemed to have no hope at all.

But Magnus knew that no matter how dark the world was, there was still a ray of light that could stand in it. These illusions did not hinder his climbing speed, but became more determined.

These illusions that seemed to be the future of the empire gradually disappeared, but another illusion appeared in the blink of an eye.

A huge man is massacring the imperial people recklessly, and every slash of the dark ax will torture these souls. The solid armor of the dwarf allies turned into a piece of fragile paper in front of him, and everyone must Surrendering to the power of the Eternal Chosen, Kislev, the Empire, Chaos, Dwarves, Elves... After slaughtering all resisters, they dedicated the world to the Chaos Gods.

Magnus, who was climbing the floating soil, saw this scene and stopped his movements. He was indifferent to the previous illusion, but the Eternal God in front of him stopped him.

An extremely familiar person appeared in front of the No.12 Eternal Chosen, and Magnus seemed to witness his own destiny at this moment.

He raised his arm on the floating soil and placed it on a higher rock wall, and he also raised his arm in the illusion, and attacked the holy hammer towards the Eternal God's Choice.

Every movement on the floating soil makes this illusion continue. After a long time, whether it is reality or illusion, Magnus is already covered with bruises, but as long as he breathes a sigh of relief, he seems to be able to get rid of the entanglement of this nightmare. Mental ordeal.

In the end, he found that his body had no strength to climb the last rock wall, and in the illusion, the big ax and the holy hammer were about to make a final decisive battle. He seemed to have foreseen the future path, but he still chose to walk firmly.

"Sacrifice is the cornerstone of an empire!"

His tenacity made him put his arm on the last rock. A comet with intertwined flames in the sky seemed to cross the sky, and the holy flame of the White Wolf in front of the Pope began to sway in the temple without wind.

Magnus, the lord of the revival of the empire, the greatest emperor after Sigmar, and the savior of the world, was "coronated" under the joint witness of the twin-tailed comet and the white wolf holy flame.

(End of this chapter)