The son of the God-Emperor in Warhammer Fantasy

The commotion upstairs was clearly felt by everyone downstairs.

"Theresa! What's going on? What happened?" When Sulia arrived, she saw the sorceress lying in a pool of blood and the corpse of the Skaven assassin with a smashed head.

A green dimension stone dagger was deeply embedded in Theresa's chest. In a critical moment, she managed to kill the assassin but was severely injured. The dagger had pierced above her heart, and blood was flowing from the wound.

"Theresa?" Sulia quickly signaled her maid, Sylvia, to come up. The female knight took out the best healing ointment, and after checking that the dagger hadn't affected the heart, she had her subordinates carefully pull it out to stop the bleeding, applying the quick-healing salve made by the Lake Goddess Prophet to her wound. "Damn it, how did it come to this?"

"Snap!" Sylvia pulled the dimension stone dagger from Theresa's shoulder, applied the healing ointment, and sighed in relief that the dagger hadn't hit the heart due to Theresa's last-moment dodge.

"Damn it." Theresa's face was already pale, and after the dagger was pulled out, she looked even worse. She moaned in pain, "It's bad. The ice wall, I can't maintain it anymore."

"Ice wall? That's not important now. Quick, get Theresa to the room downstairs!" The female knight shook her head, her expression turning cold and severe. "Ryan entrusted both you and Veronica to me. I won't let anything happen to you!"

"But without the ice wall, the Skaven..." Theresa tried to say more, but Sulia had already signaled the servants. The Marchioness of Winford and the Countess of Glamorgan showed their noble authority, and the servants carefully carried the heavily injured sorceress to a wooden board.

The chapel was large, and Sulia knew it would be hard to hide this from everyone, but she had no choice.

In two minutes, Theresa was placed on a bed in a small room inside the chapel, where Veronica had previously rested. Theresa's condition was dire. The dimension stone was highly toxic, and she had already injured her right arm during the escape to the city walls. Now, after the assassination attempt and pulling out the dagger, she had almost no strength left to fight.

"Theresa, how long can your ice wall last?"

"At most fifteen minutes."

"Leave the Skaven threat to me! You rest now." After saying a few words, Sulia quickly left with her subordinates.

"Oh dear, little princess Garon, what happened to you? Look at yourself. Do you still look like that proud little peacock?" Veronica sat at the wooden table, her face not looking great either. The Garon witch mocked the injured sorceress. "Haven't even taken off and already broken your wings?"

"I don't want to argue with you. It won't make me feel any better, Veronica!" Theresa groaned in pain, her chest hurting as if pierced by a drill. She curled up on the bed like a shrimp, praying she hadn't been poisoned, though she knew it was unlikely—the cunning Skaven wouldn't miss an opportunity to poison their weapons.

Veronica wasn't in good shape either, her internal injuries severe, and her magic almost depleted from the previous battles. Though she mocked Theresa, she quickly prepared a potion.

Soon, a green potion was ready in Veronica's hands. She poured the clear green liquid into a glass bottle and handed it to Theresa. "You're right, arguing won't help, but this will. It's a special healing potion I made. Drink it, or you won't last three days."

Theresa, already somewhat delirious, glared at Veronica but forced herself to take the glass bottle with her left hand and gulped down the green liquid.

The healing potion worked wonders. Within a minute, Theresa felt her mind clear, the pain in her wound easing, and the spreading poison suppressed.

"I owe you one. I'll repay you later." Theresa knew that ordinary healing potions couldn't have such effects. Veronica must have used some rare ingredients to make it.

"If you really want to repay me, swear never to see Ryan again." Veronica squinted at her. "That's the most sincere way. Can you do that?"

"..." Theresa didn't want to talk anymore.

"We're both bedridden patients now." Veronica sighed. "My sword skills are barely decent. Without magic, I'm nothing. As for you, you're too injured to go out."

"Let's leave everything to Lady Sulia and Ryan. He... he never disappoints us."

"Yes."

...

Outside the room, Sulia tried to keep everyone calm. The female knight frowned, watching the situation in the chapel.

After a night of fierce battle, the human soldiers were exhausted. Sulia ordered to abandon the position at the chapel door and had everyone retreat inside to prepare for the final stand.

The Skaven had also stopped attacking, seemingly waiting for something. Sulia knew what they were waiting for, her expression cold as ice, showcasing her stunning beauty.

She called over two Rick guards, Imperial Captain Hubert and witch hunter Abel, for a meeting.

"What happened, Lady Sulia? I heard the soldiers say Miss Theresa is injured?" Rick guards Rudolf and Wagner, who had fought all night, looked haggard.

"The Skaven sent an assassin. Miss Theresa is injured, and the ice wall is about to fail. We will face a full-scale Skaven assault." Sulia spoke calmly. "Tell all the soldiers to prepare for battle. The final moment is coming. Hold on. The Emperor must be aware of Helmgart's situation. We've held on for a day and night."

"We should charge out and face them head-on. I'll ride my steed and die with glory." Rudolf suggested. The rookie Rick guard seemed to have accepted his fate, proposing loudly. "I'm an honorable Rick guard. If I must die, I'll die charging."

"Death is not scary. My life is only about battles. From one battle to the next, my soul will ascend to heaven and continue fighting with Emperor Charlemagne." Abel raised his sword.

"Damn it, let's fight those rats!"

"We can't charge out." Sulia shook her head. She looked at the refugees in the hall, panicked and helpless.

Everyone fell silent. Indeed, if they charged out, who would protect the refugees?

"The only choice is to fight to the last moment inside this chapel."

"Boom, boom, boom," outside the chapel, the bell rang. The Skaven had noticed the melting ice wall. Skaven warlord Oseid-Deep Abyss finally decided to launch a full-scale attack.

It was already dawn. If they delayed until daylight, it would be too late!

The Skaven's crude battering ram was hitting the door.

"Boom," with a dull sound, the chapel door's bar deformed. Soldiers desperately used tables and chairs to block it. "Hold it!"

"Boom," soldiers screamed as they were thrown back, quickly getting up to block the door again.

But it was futile. Skaven were coming from the ceiling, the dome, the windows, and the basement. Whispers of the Skaven were everywhere.

"They're coming in! Waaaaah!"

"It's over!"

"Merciful god of justice! Please grant us salvation!"

Helmgart's refugees could hear the dull thuds at the chapel door.

It was the Skaven's battering ram.

Doomsday was here.

Sulia drew the Sword of Lyonesse from her waist, flames dancing along the blade. She raised her sword and turned to face the refugees without hesitation. "All who wish to make a last stand, follow me!"

As soon as she finished speaking, the chapel door collapsed with a boom. Countless Stormvermin and several Rat Ogres charged in. "Humans! Hairless ones! Die, die!"

Skaven dropped from the ceiling. From the basement, windows, and walls, Skaven poured into the chapel from all directions!

Sulia charged first. The female knight seemed like a goddess descending, killing dozens of Skaven with her sword. The elite Stormvermin were torn apart like rags under her blade.

In a few passes, the frontline Skaven commanders were killed by her.

The refugees hesitated for a moment, then, fueled by some unknown fervor, raised their weapons and joined the battle, following Sulia.

"Kill! Kill these scum! The Emperor's reinforcements are coming soon!" The two Rick guards fought valiantly. Rudolf alone held back over ten Skaven. "Citizens of the Empire, hold the line!"

"Hold the line!" Helmgart's remaining soldiers surged forward, engaging in a brutal fight with the Skaven.

The last handgunners fired bullets into the Skaven ranks. When their barrels overheated, they discarded their guns and drew their swords for a final stand. Greatsword knights, gripping their two-handed swords, shouted the names of the Empire and Charlemagne, resisting to the death. Behind them were the poorly trained militiamen, especially the pikemen and shieldmen. Though they wavered facing the Skaven horde, they joined the battle with loud cries, having no other choice.

"Die, die!" The Skaven's faces were twisted with malice.

"Kill, kill!" Human faces also twisted in the fight against the rats. The hairless ones' doom had come!

The Skaven horde almost drowned the humans in the chapel. Even the refugees took up weapons to fight. Paladins sang hymns and joined the fray, while battle priests, feeling the terror, believed the end had come. Chanting holy spells, they fought bravely, ready to meet their fate.

The humans' valiant fight significantly slowed the Skaven's advance. Every minute, every second, brave human warriors fell, but none regretted it. They knew they had no

 escape.

Victory or death.

The chapel turned into a slaughterhouse, human and Skaven blood and flesh piling together. It seemed all had vanished, leaving only the enemy before them.

Old men grabbed benches and smashed them into Skaven faces, only to be speared.

Children fought Skaven with stones and candlesticks.

But the Skaven were too many. The human defense was collapsing.

Sulia fought in the Skaven horde, her armor stained with blood, her golden curls matted with flesh. Despite her formidable equipment and the Sword of Lyonesse's power, she was gradually overwhelmed. Her household servants died one by one, leaving only her old butler Henderson and maid Sylvia by her side.

When Sulia finally repelled a wave of Skaven, she found herself surrounded. Five Rat Ogres encircled her, having noticed her.

The female knight's heart pounded. She gripped the Sword of Lyonesse tightly, invoking the name of the Lady of the Lake for strength.

This was her first time fighting alone.

In her life, Sulia had fought alongside her father, then her brother, and later her husband.

She knew she couldn't fail, bearing the responsibility on her shoulders. Her safety symbolized the army's morale; her actions determined the battle's outcome.

Come on then! Sulia gripped her sword with both hands, charging at the first Rat Ogre on her left. "In the name of the Lady, I judge you!"

"Roar!" The Rat Ogre roared, charging on all fours at Sulia.

"Die!" Sulia's sea-blue eyes burned with the Lady's fury. She jumped lightly onto the Rat Ogre's back, driving her sword through its shoulder.

"Get up!" Sulia lifted her blade, and the Rat Ogre, in pain, staggered up, knocking the other Rat Ogres down. Sulia's sword struck, and the Rat Ogre's head fell, its body convulsing and then stilling.

"For the Lady!" The second Rat Ogre fell to Sulia's sword, her blade piercing its right leg. Blood spurted as it collapsed, trying to strike Sulia but hitting another Rat Ogre, knocking it down.

The Sword of Lyonesse then stabbed into the second Rat Ogre's brain.

The remaining three Rat Ogres glanced at each other and charged together. "Kill the golden hair! Kill, kill!"

Sulia sidestepped, slicing one Rat Ogre's arm. As she prepared to strike again, a heavy force hit her shoulder plate. She groaned, thrown into a bookcase by a sneaky Rat Ogre's blow.

Books tumbled, burying Sulia.

She quickly rolled to her feet, raising her sword to block another blow, then reversed her grip and stabbed the Rat Ogre's face. The Lady's blessing ignited the blade, burning the Rat Ogre's head to a crisp.

Sulia didn't have time to retrieve her sword before another heavy blow hit her back. Her vibranium armor shook but held, and she turned, grabbing a pike from a nearby Skaven corpse, thrusting it into the Rat Ogre's chest.

"Die!" Sulia channeled the Lady's judgment, using her last bit of strength to drive the pike into the Rat Ogre's vile heart. The struggling creature weakened, and Sulia retrieved her sword, decapitating it.

That was the fourth Rat Ogre.

Sulia felt pain all over her body. She pushed away the monster's corpse, thankful for the golden double-headed eagle wedding ring's power and her sturdy armor from Ryan's biological father, which had saved her life.

She stood, seeing the last Rat Ogre leading Stormvermin toward the human's final line. It seemed surprised she was still alive, hesitant to attack.

Sulia stood like a Valkyrie amid the rats, the corpses of four Rat Ogres proof of her victory.

The Skaven hesitated, showing signs of retreat as usual, descending into chaos.

"Toot, toot!" At that moment, a horn sounded outside the chapel, cutting through the burning Helmgart.

"Toot!"

The struggling humans heard the horn, and Sulia instinctively looked outside.

Bright sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating the chapel.

It was dawn.

The Skaven ranks fell into chaos. A tall human figure burst in, breaking the Skaven assault and embracing his wife. "Sulia, I'm here! Reinforcements have arrived!"

...

Outside the Chapel of Justice, two hundred Reiksguard demi-gryph knights, two hundred Rick guards, one thousand Imperial knights, and three thousand greatsword knights were sweeping through the Skaven ranks like a hurricane. Emperor Karl Franz, riding the griffon Deathclaw, witnessed Helmgart burning and raised his warhammer, Ghal Maraz!

"Forward! For the Empire! For Charlemagne! For glory!!!"

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