So the twenty-four-year-old young Emperor Julian smiled and lifted his hammer to take on the challenge of the Lord of the White Wolves. The glorious battle between the Sacred Seal of the Divine Emperor Sigmar and the Sacred Seal of the War God Yuric, the indescribable thunder and storm that shook the souls of the two armies when the two Divine Warhammers struck each other. But the battle was surprisingly short, and after twenty rounds of victory, the old Earl of White Wolf voluntarily withdrew from the engagement. Half-kneeling, he lifted Yurik's Hammer of War above his head and swore his allegiance to a somewhat surprised Julian, tears streaming down his cheeks.

"The true Emperor of the Empire has finally descended on the land of the Fatherland, and the Lord of the White Wolf will offer you loyalty!

The astonishing scene shocked the entire empire, the arrogant white wolf fell under the eagle banner of Reckland, and the world-famous Midlandan warriors were the first to pledge allegiance to the young court, which forced many of the second-minded electors to give up their resistance and recognize the authority of the new court one by one. So the ranks of the sea were regrouped under the banner of the eagle, the humans of the imperial land regained their allegiance to an emperor, the eight magic academies also gave up the strife, in order to restore the broken territory, the sword of the empire was mercilessly pointed at his enemies, and the era of chaos was over, and in its place was the advent of the era of the great holy war!

The first Great Holy War was directed at Sylvania, a huge siege that lasted for four months like an epic, the ugly castle of Waardenhof was reduced to rubble under the roar of hundreds of siege guns, the vampire who proclaimed himself count was wiped out under the fury of the Aksha winds and Julian's war hammer, the purified flames could be seen clearly for dozens of miles, the army of vampires and ghouls, zombies and skeletons was completely annihilated under the banner of the Empire's eagle, and Sylvania was restored to the Sigmar Empire.

The second Great Holy War was strictly provoked by Bretonnia, the self-esteemed knightly king, instigated by his foolish dukes to lead the Holy Order of Knights to teach the "lowly tyrants who proclaimed themselves emperors". Thus the fourteen dukes of Bretonnia issued a mobilization order, driven mad by false aristocratic pride.

In this great march of Bretonnia, there were more than 18,000 knights alone, and more than ten times the number of serf servants. Under the banner of the king of Bretonnia, the knights and chivalrous knights of the kingdom rolled in like water, their colored spears like moving forests, their coats of arms like fields in full bloom, and behind them were endless archers, spearmen, and sickles dressed in tatters like beggars, mixed with huge trebuchets and battering rams, because the knight king was full of desire to expand his territory.

Julian and Marius sneered and led 60,000 selected infantry cavalry to set up positions to meet the torrent of the sea of people. Orchestrated by Marillus Marillus, Rick's professional soldiers poured down a torrent of lead and fire on the Bartonian barbarians, turning the battlefield into a slaughterhouse, the proud Bretonnian knights crushing the trenches and ramparts, and the sea of peasants crumbling under the storm of the Imperial Iron Cavalry. The mad Knight King shouted and led the Grail Knights and Nymphs to pounce on the Emperor's artillery position under the protection of the Magic Wall, but there were Emperor Julian and Rick's Guards waiting for him. In just three turns, Emperor Julian broke the knight-king's spear and threw him under his horse like a bag of garbage, leaving it to be guarded by the swarming Rick Foot Guard.

Thus 200,000 Bretonians were wiped out, 100,000 peasants surrendered to Julian, and 8,000 proud knights, along with their king, were taken prisoner under the banner of the Imperial Eagle. At the suggestion of Marshal Marius, the Empire treated the peasants of Bretonnia mercifully, placing them on the land of Rickland, renting them small plots of land and making them the new nationals of Rickland. This caused the ecstasy of 100,000 people to boil like an ocean, for the peasants of the empire were far better off than the serfs of Bretonnia.

As for the proud knights and kings, Emperor Julian lost the politeness he had just had, and the ransom he collected emptied the wallets of every Duke of Bretonnia, and where it was not enough, he asked them to hand over the families of the peasant captives to fill it. When a few months later the old and young people stepped into the land of the empire in fear, they met their husbands and sons, who had come to greet them with bread and cheese, arranged by Marshal Marius himself. At that moment, cheers and cries shook the sky, and tens of thousands of loyal citizens were added to Rick's royal domain. The young emperor was very pleased with this, because he knew that the people were the people who had to create value, and that a territory without them was worthless.

The Third Great Holy War took place two years later, when Emperor Julian was twenty-seven years old and Marshal Marian was twenty-four, and they both had children, the emperor's child was a five-year-old princess, and the marshal's child was a three-year-old boy, and they were as close as their parents, which made their mother, who was a sister, and their brotherly father full of smiles, but soon this smile disappeared, because the army of dark elves once again attacked Yanjing Aldolph based in Nordland, leaving a path of death and blood.

On the battlefield on the outskirts of Yanjing, the Imperial army defeated 30,000 Dark Elf raiders head-on in a fierce hard battle. The Dark Elf Blood Sacrifice High Witch Priestess was slain by Marius with a single sword, and Emperor Julian personally smashed the head of the High Lord of the Dark Elf Pirates. The corpses of more than 10,000 Dark Elves were piled up under the Eagle Banner, but the Emperor's heart was gloomy as he saw the terrible loot of the Dark Elf camp—the bloody human skins, the vials of eyes and hearts that seemed to be still beating, the human maidens and children whose limbs had been cut off and nailed with sharp knives and spikes still alive!

Three days later, the young emperor issued an edict of the Great Holy War, and he was determined to expel the ugly dark elves from the territory of the empire completely, "The old era of indulging the dark elves to slaughter the people of the empire has passed, and all the ugly dark elf colonies in the old land of the empire must be completely eliminated under the fire of holy war!"

Julian's fury thundered as his hammer pointed at the coastline to the northwest, where dark black colonial cities were gathered. As a result, the ten electors were mobilized, the navies of Mariaburg and the Tyril Federation were invited, and even the warships of the High Elves appeared on the coastline, and the scale of this holy war was indescribable.

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