On the plains, the armies fought. In the chaos, the champions met.
Laing held his hammer with both hands. He took a deep breath and looked at Egil Steelbjorn, who was wearing a blood-red armor. He looked like a Blood God who had descended to the world. Egil looked at his tall and invincible figure. The spikes and iron rings on his armor were full of skulls, including Uhles's head.
The Chosen Champion of the Lake Fairy knew that he could not be careless. Otherwise, he would end up like these losers.
Egil was also looking at Laing.
This young man was about 1.85 meters tall, which made him look a lot shorter than his 2.4 meters height. He was holding a golden griffin warhammer in his hand, wearing an exquisite plate armor, and wearing a badge of the Holy Grail Knight Captain on his chest.
The Chosen Champion of the Lake Fairy? He's just a legendary peak warrior. His aura is unstable. It's a sign that he's about to break through, Egil thought.
On the surface, Laing's strength was not even as good as Uhles', but Egil was never an idiot. He knew that the Lake Fairy would not appoint such a young man as her Chosen Champion for no reason. From the series of feats that Laing had done over the years, this young man must have his own strengths.
When the two Chosen Champions met, the army automatically moved aside. Both the barbarians and the Brittany took the battle of the champions very seriously. Once the champions met, the army would automatically make way for them.
"One after another, Brittany, do you know how many mortals I've killed? How many strong enemies have I killed? I beheaded the dragon demons, I dug out the hearts of the sea monsters, and countless Chaos Champions died in my hands. Your arrogant Knight Commanders also became my collection. "Egil's face was cold. Behind him, the barbarians were completely defeated.
"One after another, Skalinese, do you know how many evils I've killed? Chaos Champion Birige, Khorasan Champion Lifeseizer, and Nurgle the Great Demon. Now, we don't lack a Khorasan Champion. "Leon's face carried a hint of mockery." By the way, where's your crippled master? Is his butt stuck to his toilet bowl? "
"Ah!" Egil felt that Laing's words had angered him. He was Khorasan's Chosen One champion. He could not tolerate Laing's sarcasm towards his faith. Glory to Khorasan!
Khorne's Chosen One wasn't a talkative person, so he decided to cut to the chase.
Egil raised his Infernal Battleaxe and pointed it at Laing's face. Laing knew that he could only take advantage of Egil with words. Everything had to be done according to the situation on the battlefield.
"Whoosh …" A gust of wind with a strong smell of blood blew past Leon and Egil's body. The Chosen One knew that his army was going to be defeated here, but he would not lose.
He would take Laing's head, kill his way out of the army of ten thousand, and bring his son back to Scarinth by boat.
Now, Laing and Egil were facing each other. Both were the most honorable warriors of their respective countries, favored by their respective gods. They were the pride of their races, and their stories would be recorded in the songs of the northern barbarians and Brittany folk songs for hundreds and thousands of years.
This was true immortality. Their stories would be passed down in this world for a long time after they passed away, until the end of time. The battle between the two Chosen by God champions would become an immortal epic, and it was clear that only one of them would survive.
Egil launched a violent attack at Laing. The Infernal Battleaxe in his hand was like a whirlwind, breaking the sound barrier and tearing space apart. The biting cold wind went straight for Laing's head.
Laing retreated slightly and dodged Egil's attack.
Gammu continued to attack Laing's chest with the Infernal Battleaxe in his other hand.
Laing retreated again and dodged Egil's attack.
Next, Laing seemed to be prepared. He immediately turned and dodged Egil's attack before it could land.
Egil's ferocious attack missed again.
Egil launched a violent attack like a whirlwind, but Laing did not take the initiative to fight him. He was like a loach, and seemed to have an extraordinary ability to predict Egil's attacks. No matter how Egil attacked, Laing quickly dodged.
“？？？ Damn Southerner, face me! " Khorne's Chosen One champion had never faced such a battle. He had fought against the Ancient Dragon, fought against the Chaos Giant, and even killed Wizard Tzeentch. But he had never met an opponent who only knew how to dodge his attacks. "Face me! Laing Macado! You call yourself a knight? "
"Hmph!" Laing's lips curled into a mocking smile. "Keep attacking! You can't even hit me, and you call yourself Khorne's Chosen One champion? I often practice with Khorne's Demon Prince, and I've never seen such a weak champion. "
"Arghhhhh!" Egil roared. The Whispering Battle Axe in his hand slashed out a bloody hurricane and cut a large tree in half. Leon easily dodged again. He rolled to avoid the scalding blade of the axe. Then, he jogged a few steps and dodged Egil's attack.
"Boom!" A large rock was smashed into pieces by Egil. Gravel flew everywhere. While Laing was still on the ground, Egil's attack finally landed on Laing.
"Clang!" Laing quickly raised his battle hammer and blocked Egil's ferocious attack. At this point, Khorne's Chosen One champion was wide open. Laing tightened his grip on his golden Griffin Battle Hammer. After blocking Egil's attack, he picked it up and launched his own counterattack.
Egil's Infernal Battle Axe was deflected. Laing's eyes were bloodshot. He held the hammer with both hands and put it behind his head.
"What?!" Before Egil could retract his strength, the golden Griffin Battle Hammer smashed into his face.
The blow was so powerful that the Skalinth King was sent flying more than three feet away. His helmet was shattered, revealing his face underneath.
The left side of Egil's face was hit by the full force of the Griffin Warhammer. As he screamed in pain, half of his face was dented by the force of the Griffin Warhammer. Two teeth flew out of his mouth, and blood splattered everywhere.
Laing wanted to follow up with another attack, but Khorne's Chosen One champion immediately launched a brutal counterattack. Egil's Infernal Battle Axe slashed at Laing's ribs.
Laing dodged quickly as if he had eyes on the back of his head. Egil missed again.
After a few rounds, Egil felt like he was losing his mind.
"Despicable southerner! You only know how to live! " Egil began to feel extreme anger. Khorne's Chosen One champion shouted at Laing, "It's useless. I will catch you, defeat you, and tear you to pieces! Dodging won't bring you victory. Die!!! "
"You won't win if you can't hit your opponent, you bastard." Laing sneered at Egil. "Blood God's Champion, you can't even hit your opponent. How can you win?"
Laing and Anglo had sparred countless times. Although Egil was powerful, his attacks were not that difficult to dodge in Laing's eyes.
The battle fell into a stalemate. The battle between the two Chosen Champions was like a magnificent show. Egil's fierce attacks were like a rolling steel storm. The axes spun and tore the space apart. The voice of a huge blood-red demon faintly appeared behind him. It was like the Blood God had descended to the world, exuding a terrifying blood-red power.
Laing's figure was like an agile phantom. He accurately dodged Egil's fierce attacks and looked for opportunities to counterattack. Although Laing could only counterattack once every ten times Egil attacked, from the beginning to the end, the initiative was in Laing's hands.
On the battlefield, the barbarians had already collapsed. Now, the last 3,000 barbarians were gradually retreating toward the sea. They looked like they were going to fight to the death, waiting for the knights' final attack.
"Die! Die! Die! "The battle between Egil and Laing continued.
Egil had not defeated Laing yet. The Khorne's Chosen One champion was anxious. He subconsciously tightened his grip on his battle axe. Without a doubt, Laing continued to dodge his attacks. On the contrary, Laing's battle hammer left a deep cut on Egil's shoulder armor.
Impossible. From the looks of it, Laing Macado's strength is even weaker than Ulis'! Egil's heart was filled with frustration and madness. But why can't I attack him?
Because he's not fast enough!
Why can't I be fast enough?
Because he's too strong!
I understand now. This southerner is trying to anger me!
Egil immediately understood that this was Laing's plan. He was trying to anger him. Then, due to his anger, Egil could not help but increase his strength. If he was too strong, his speed would decrease.
So, in the next attack, Egil finally clashed with Laing. The battle axe and the battle hammer collided, creating fierce sparks. When Egil's second attack hit Laing, Laing also realized that Egil had discovered his tactic.
So, the two champions of their respective gods finally clashed head-on.
Now, in the eyes of all the armies on the battlefield, the two champions appeared in front of everyone.
Egil's tall figure held two axes. He was like the embodiment of the Blood God's will in the mortal world. His every move turned into a whirlwind of death and a torrent of steel. He launched a series of fatal attacks at Laing.
Laing raised his battle hammer with both hands. His face was ferocious. He was the embodiment of the Lake God's will in the mortal world. Under the fierce attacks of the Blood God's Chosen champion, the Lake God's Chosen champion did not show any fear. The battle hammer in his hands turned into a golden track. Lightning flashed and continuously dissolved Egil's violent attacks.
"Die! Die! " Egil controlled his anger. His axes were as fast as lightning. In a breath, he had attacked Laing's battle hammer more than a dozen times. Laing could barely raise his head. His arms gradually became numb under Egil's crazy attacks. He began to lose his grip on the battle hammer.
Lord Ulis … was he fighting against such a strong enemy before? Laing gritted his teeth. He poured power into his battle hammer. Taking advantage of Egil's temporary pause, he first slammed down and hit Egil's wrist. Then, he turned around and swept.
The head of the battle hammer hit Egil's chest. The Khorne's Chosen champion spat out a mouthful of blood. He turned around and hit Laing's right shoulder with his infernal battle axe.
Both sides were injured, but there was no doubt that Egil recovered faster. The Khorne's Chosen champion let out an angry roar. Then, he unleashed the flames of his battle axe at Laing. The black and red flames were filled with filthy Chaos energy. They directly drowned Laing in flames.
"Laing!" Suria was swinging her sword to kill a barbarian warrior. She couldn't help but exclaim when she saw Laing covered in flames.
The black and red flames burned around Laing's body. Everyone on the battlefield focused their attention on the battle between Laing and Egil.
Laing did not disappoint the knights. He directly tore apart the black and red flames. Laing's eyes were filled with light blue vortexes of psionic energy. He raised his hand at Egil. "Psionic Storm!"
A pail of psionic storm lightning struck Egil's body. His skin and flesh were torn apart. The psionic storm burned Egil's body until it was a bloody mess. The Skalinth King screamed in agony as his body was burned by the lightning.
But he held on. Egil overcame his physical senses in this extreme pain. He braved the psionic storm and charged towards Laing. The infernal battle axe in his hands was blocked by the psionic storm. He could not move, but he still had his body!
Barbaric Charge!
Egil's head slammed into Ryan's chest. Ryan didn't even have time to react before he was hit. The Inferno Battleaxe then slammed into his chest. Ryan was injured on the spot and was sent flying dozens of meters away. His head hit the reef by the shore and was bleeding profusely. Large amounts of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth. "Ugh!"
The Chosen of the Lake Fairy was dizzy from the impact. He struggled to get up. Just as he reached out to wipe away the blood, he looked up and saw a terrifying scene.
The wounds on Egil's body were all healing. The blessing from Khorne helped him recover quickly. In the blink of an eye, Egil, who was covered in blood, had recovered from all his injuries. Now, he strode towards Laing.
"Mortal, you are strong and brave." Egil strode towards Laing. "But you still can't understand the superiority of a true god. The end of bloodshed is a reward that mortals can't imagine. I have received an oracle from my lord. Laing Macado, as long as you are willing to submit and give your loyalty and glory to the Blood God, you will ascend to a demon soon."
"Ascend to a demon?" Laing sneered in his heart. Did he not know what ascension meant?
Ascension to a demon was indeed a supreme reward for a believer of Chaos. It meant that their power would be directly raised to the peak of the Sanctuary-realm. They would also be immortal and immortal. They would truly rise from a mortal to a subordinate of one of the Four Gods of Chaos. The Evil God would slightly care about them.
This was an unimaginable reward for mortals.
But these things were not attractive to Laing. On the contrary, after ascending to a demon, his life would be in the hands of the Evil God.
Egil approached slowly. He still wanted to say something.
But what greeted him was a ball of bloody saliva. Laing scornfully spat on Egil's face. Then, he swung his warhammer. While Egil was trying to negotiate, he smashed the warhammer into the right side of his face.
“@%#%&*！ (Profanity) "
The Skalinth King's face was smashed into a pulp by the warhammer. A few teeth flew out of his mouth.
"Ahhh! Die! " Egil was really enraged this time. He knocked away Laing's warhammer with his axe. Then, the voice of the Chosen One turned into a boundless wild hurricane.
Whirlwind Slash!
Ding, ding, ding. Laing's face was ferocious. He released all his power. The golden warhammer unbelievably blocked Egil's powerful attack. Then, he activated a Spiritual Storm again and directly hit Egil's body. The lightning that covered his body forced Egil to stop attacking.
At this time, Laing had been forced to the edge of the cliff by the coast.
Egil's lips curled into a bloodthirsty smile. He raised his right arm. The Hellwar Axe glowed red. An earth-shattering roar rang out.
"Kill!"
The Golden Griffin Warhammer that had accompanied Leon for nearly ten years was shattered into pieces by this angry roar.
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