Warhammer: Return of the Dragon.

"The Holy Grail Church... Mortelius, do you think we should pay homage to this lady?"

At the junction of the plain and the lake, in the refreshing moonlight, the Elf Knight strolled on the peaceful grass. He had no intention of hiding his identity. Although the Caledor Armor was severely damaged in the battle with the four rat-like demons and had been sent to the Anvil of Vaal for emergency maintenance, it did not mean that Imrik could not come here wearing the Phoenix King's regular clothes...

Of course, every Phoenix King can customize a unique red-gold scale-armored winged helmet at the Vaal Anvil. Although it is not as good as those artifacts that have been passed down through the ages, it is definitely not inferior. In other words, it was exchanged for the lives of Caledor women in the past...

The proud dragon lord would naturally not continue the tradition that had disgusted him in the past. Even though the red-gold scale armor was placed in the royal court, he was unwilling to try it on once.

Above the uniform is a golden embroidery with a flaming phoenix pattern. This robe, favored by the Phoenix King, is made by the best craftsmen in Avalon, using precious materials provided by Athel Loren. Except that it is not as reliable as conventional armor against physical attacks, it meets almost all of Imrik's needs.

The most basic point is that the blood will evaporate automatically, and this alone makes the Phoenix King very satisfied.

The edge of the dragon-shaped horse armor was inlaid with many tiny gems, and a huge ruby ​​as big as a fist hung on Mortelius' neck. The steadfast mount whined. It didn't know its master's attitude towards the Lady's Church, but from the tone of his voice, it seemed that he was disgusted.

The humming sound was heard, causing Imrik to smile slightly, and he stroked the head of his steadfast mount through the armor.

"Come on, let me see the style of a Bretonnian knight."

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"Kruber?! You didn't betray me!"

Marcus, carrying a bag of precious treasures, was anxious to find the source of the chaos. Although he had eaten sugar-coated bullets for three days, it did not mean that he would forget some things.

If he dared to kneel down before the Holy Grail here, Judith would fly over from Kislev in three days and rip off the soldier's head to use as a chamber pot.

In order to make up for the losses of the past few days, Marcus had to inquire about the church's property storage point with tears in his eyes. After feeling the vibration coming from underground, he knew that he had to take action.

Taking advantage of the chaos, he knocked out two gatekeepers and, based on his experience of visiting the treasury of the Erengrad Embassy for a long time, borrowed several treasures from the church.

Since the prophetess said that his ancestors were Bretonnian nobles, they must have donated a lot of money to the church. Marcus just took it back, so how can it be considered stealing?

Victor looked at Marcus at the corner of the corridor in surprise. He really thought that the soldier could not resist the temptation and was ready to become a grandfather.

When he heard the clanging sound made by the bag of objects moving, he immediately understood that this guy knew the truth but was pretending to be confused. He had been enjoying the benefits of the Bretonnians for the past three days and did not forget to take a bite before leaving.

"Oh, Marcus, come over here and give me a hand."

"You can always trust old Kruber, Sienna."

Marcus, who had tied up the treasures, naturally drew out his greatsword. He found a sword in the treasure house that looked of good quality. Although he couldn't understand the inscriptions on the surface, he thought it must be good, at least better than the one he had before.

The sword blade easily cut through the body of a knight-errant. In front of the shocked pupils of the young noble boy, Marcus shattered the steel armor effortlessly, allowing the knight to be loyal in front of the lady.

The witch hunters and wizards were enthusiastic. The former was unhappy about being locked up in a dungeon, while the latter had the fire of Akshay in his mind and just wanted to set fire for fun.

Bardin was the only one who had some complaints about this approach, and he kept grumbling as he used his shield to block the flashing beams shot by the Saint.

"It seems not a good idea for us to do this. After all, this is also the territory of the gods... You know, we always have to be respectful of strange things. Valaya warned the dwarves to understand moderation."

"Don't talk nonsense, dwarf brother! We set foot on Bretonnian land without harming anyone, and even defeated a band of beastmen, but they actually returned the help of their human compatriots with swords.

Serve Sigmar and kill them!" "Well, tough guy, Sigmar is an Imperial after all."

The complaining dwarf, with his long beard that is insurmountable as per the stereotype, was able to hold off the pilgrims' attack by himself by just standing in the corridor with only a shield and a not-so-strong chain mail.

His shield skills are superb. Whenever his defense is successful, he can find a gap and use the edge of the shield to hit the enemy. Although it is not fatal, creating space is far more important than some casualties.

The prophetess did not show up immediately, and no one knew what she was planning, which made Victor think that the possibility of escape increased a little.

This church is not very big, and there is no holy place around it. If the prophetess does not take action, the biggest threat will be the Kingdom Knights who come to inquire and the Adventure Knights who set up the cash before. It should be difficult for the Holy Grail Grandpa to rush from Montforge...

But a ray of golden light passed by the brim of the witch hunter's hat, and the light as sharp as a knife cut through the hard walls of the church like butter, and even cut off the flickering Akshay fire above Sienna's head.

The old man without a helmet and with a weathered face walked slowly to the escape exit of the five little warriors. There was a huge contrast between his bright eyes and wrinkled face. His shriveled body could hardly support the heavy chain mail, but no one would doubt the powerful strength contained in that thin body.

Kerillian tried to shoot an arrow, but before it reached the knight, it was cut off by the sword and fell to the ground.

The knight walked slowly towards them with a sword in hand. Every step he took seemed like a god approaching, causing the five men to feel a sudden surge of pressure on their shoulders.

"Imperials, dwarves, elves...you have desecrated the lady's territory!"

"The Holy Grail Guard... we're in trouble." Victor narrowed his eyes and observed the knight, trying to find a weakness in that old body. Every Holy Grail Guard is the best among the Holy Grail Knights, and when they get old, they volunteer to guard the Holy Land of the Lady until their death.

These Saints have never appeared in the occasional disputes between the Empire and Bretonnia, but every rumor suggests that they are more fierce than the human chariot Holy Grail Knights.

Victor tried to swing his sword, and with the cover of the pistol bullets, he poked a hole in the Holy Grail Guardian's eye socket, but the sword guard that could block most attacks in the past lost its effect now, and under the power of the knight, it turned into a black shadow and crashed into the wall.

Not as powerful as those monsters...there's still a chance.

The witch hunter, who had fought against many legendary lords, had extensive experience in fighting powerful enemies and quickly came up with a plan.

The dwarves were pestering them and holding them back, so he and Marcus went around to attack from behind. Although it would be more effective to incorporate the elves' bows and arrows into the plan, he didn't want the elves to get involved.

"Marcus..."

Before the witch hunter could issue an order, the soldier was knocked flying by the knight's shield. As for Barding, he could only rely on his shield to fight back without any strength to fight back.

"Tough guy, we're... a little tired."

Bardin felt that his shield was hit by a troll, not a sword of a shriveled old man. How could he encounter so many troubles after coming out of the mountains? This knight must be no simple man.

In three minutes, everyone except Victor fell in the rubble, and the knight's golden sword was aimed at the witch hunter.

The Holy Grail Guard said in a strong voice: "You are still useful to the lady. I will not kill you, but you must atone for this mistake for the rest of your life."

"Really? But unfortunately, they already have a backer..."

The calm male voice made the knight's pupils tremble suddenly. He didn't even notice anyone approaching!

A sword without any flashy decoration bypassed the witch hunter's body and slowly slashed towards the Holy Grail Guardian... (End of this chapter)