However, this did not mean the end of everything.
Laing's body suddenly exploded into countless light fragments. Everything about him seemed to have disappeared from reality. Egil's attack only hit a piece of cold air.
This was the first time Egil had encountered such a strange situation. Before he could react, a longsword burning with white flames and emitting light blue light pierced through his chest from behind.
"Die! Chaos bastard! " Laing's cold voice came from behind Egil. The Chosen of the Lake Fairy unleashed all of his power. The long blade of Nemesis was pulled out of Egil's body. Laing then slashed at the Chosen of the Khorne's shoulder.
The blade of Nemesis tore a huge gash in Egil's shoulder. His white bones and flesh were exposed to the air.
"Well, it is indeed a powerful attack. Is this a trick?" Egil laughed. "It's my turn now."
After that, Egil turned around. The King of Skalinth released a heavy punch that was as heavy as a cannon and landed directly on Laing's body.
Laing was thrown into the air by the punch. He flew more than 20 meters in the air before landing on the ground in a sorry state. His internal organs were in turmoil and his chest was in excruciating pain. Laing could only rely on his strong will to stand up. A piece of his chest armor had caved in.
Just like Uhles, Laing made the same mistake. He stared at Egil's figure. In his opinion, Egil, who had his heart pierced, would not be able to survive such a serious injury.
He was wrong. Under everyone's shocked gazes, Egil's wounds quickly healed under Khorne's blessing. The powerful power of Nemesis made Egil take more time to recover, but there was no doubt that he had recovered as well.
Laing's forehead was immediately covered in sweat.
Even this kind of attack is not effective?
How can I defeat this strong enemy?
"Oh! Oh my god! This kind of attack is not effective either? " Teresa, who was watching the battle between Laing and Egil, exclaimed. Any mortal who suffered such a serious injury would die on the spot.
"It's not working." Kalad's eyes were red. He watched the wounds on Egil's body heal one after another. His voice was filled with deep sorrow. "The damage Uhles caused to this demon was enough to kill him a dozen times, but this demon could always heal and continue to attack. In the end, Uhles fell."
"What kind of enemy is this?" Armand, the Knight of the Holy Grail, said seriously.
"Laing won't lose, he definitely won't lose." Suria commanded her troops to surround the last remaining barbarian troops. She was full of confidence in Laing. The female knight continued to order, "Continue the attack!"
"Yes!" The cavalry continued to attack the last barbarian army on the coast.
The battle between the champions continued quickly. Laing and Egil fought again. He used Nemesis to injure Egil many times, but Egil always recovered. Laing was in a tough battle. "Damn it! What kind of power was this? How can I defeat him? "
"My champion …" At this time, the light voice of the Lake Fairy rang in Laing's mind. "Normal attacks can't defeat Egil. That's how Uhles was defeated."
"My lady, how can I defeat this strong enemy in front of me? I've tried everything." Laing took a deep breath. His body had been damaged in the previous battle, and his war hammer had been broken by Egil.
"You have to find a way to behead Egil. This is the only way to kill him … I'm sorry, my champion. I've already used my power to help Uhles. I can't help you much now." The Lake Fairy continued to speak to Laing. "Defeat Egil, Laing. He invaded my land. Destroy him completely!"
"Behead …" Laing narrowed his eyes.
The flame of Nemesis was burning fiercely.
"What's wrong, lowly southerner? Are you afraid? You can beg for forgiveness, beg for my forgiveness, but I will twist your head off your neck! " Egil saw Laing's hesitation. He was still strong and terrifying. He approached Laing with the Hell Axe in his hand. It was like a volcano erupting in the end of the world.
Such a strong enemy was enough to make any opponent despair.
But this was chaos.
"For my lady!" Once again, Leon unleashed all of his power. He and Egil were locked in a fierce battle. The battle between the two of them was like a legendary battle between gods. The surrounding area was completely destroyed. The place where they were standing was originally a rocky beach, but now it had become a deep pit. A series of explosions, flames, and lightning destroyed the place, but the battle between the two of them was still going on.
Another battle ended. Laing was forced to retreat. He had two wounds on his body, while Egil had five.
"You're more capable than Uhles. Your head is more valuable." During the battle, the five wounds on Egil's body healed again. The Hell Axe in his hand clashed repeatedly with Nemesis. Sparks flew everywhere. He could feel Laing's power.
It was very powerful.
The knight in front of him was very powerful. This was a more valuable prey.
Laing was thinking about more things.
He wasn't strong enough to kill Egil. Perhaps Anglo could gather enough power to kill Egil in such a fierce battle, but Leon couldn't. Every time he tried to kill Egil, the Chosen One would always interrupt his movements with a violent attack, forcing him to engage in a battle of attrition.
If this continued, he would be defeated without a doubt. Every time he fought with Egil, he would be injured and his stamina would be depleted. If this continued, Leon would be beheaded by Egil sooner or later, just like Uhles.
I can't die here. After I kill him, I still have to go back to the territory to get married! Laing clenched his teeth. His thigh was injured. There was a wound on his shoulder caused by an axe. It was bleeding. His chest was full of scars from the axe.
Laing did not have the ability to heal quickly. Seeing this, he immediately took out the berry wine given to him by the wood elves. The clear liquid was drunk by Laing. The acorns of the Oak Tree and the Spring of Life gave Laing strength. His body began to recover and his wounds began to heal.
The berry wine would not always be effective. He could only drink it once until his body completely overcame its resistance. This would take months … or years.
At the same time, Laing began to recall what Anglo had taught him. If he wanted to kill the Chosen One, the former demon prince's words would definitely be useful.
"My brother, anger is a kind of power. It makes us stronger and allows us to release more powerful attacks," Anglo said to Laing by the Shinon River.
Anger was power.
"However, anger gives us power, but we may not be able to control it well. Most people are only driven by anger. They don't know what they are doing or what they should do. They only fight based on their primitive instincts. That means you are controlled by anger, and not the other way around."
"When you control your anger, then use it, condense it, and turn it into your own strength. Then use your anger to drive your strength and chop off your enemy's head in one go!"
This was what Anglo had taught him.
Laing immediately tried. He charged forward. His exquisite swordsmanship and ghostly figure turned into a ball of light and shadow. The blood-red power on Egil's body grew stronger and stronger. Laing tried to chop off Egil's head again. Egil sneered.
Blood God Power!
The bloody whirlwind of the axe forced Laing back again. After a fierce battle, another wound was left on Laing's shoulder. Egil was also injured on his wrist and waist.
As usual, Egil healed all of his wounds again.
"Laing, my champion, you will die if you continue like this." The voice of the Lady of the Lake rang in Laing's mind. Her voice was anxious and concerned. "You must find a way to kill Egil directly. If you continue like this, you will fail like Ulles. You cannot die, Laing, I will not allow you to fall like this."
"I understand, my lady. I am looking for an opportunity." Laing remained calm. He poured his anger into the Goddess of Vengeance. His mind remained calm.
"Egil's infinite self-healing comes from Khorne's blessing. We have no way to dispel this blessing at the moment, but Ulles' failure still left us with valuable experience." The Lady of the Lake said to Laing, "Have you noticed that Egil always waits until the end of a fierce battle to heal his wounds?"
"Yes, that's right." Laing seemed to understand something. His eyes suddenly lit up. "I understand. Egil cannot fight and heal at the same time."
"Exactly." The Lady of the Lake continued, "Too many people have died in this invasion. Too many lives have been lost, but the damage they caused will never disappear. We cannot let Egil return to the northern wastelands with his Son of Darkness. Laing, you need to deal enough damage at once to force Egil to stop and heal himself. Then, seize the opportunity when he releases Khorne's blessing and behead him!"
With that, Laing suddenly felt the Holy Grail mark on his body light up. The Lady of the Lake blessed him and helped him recover his strength.
"My lady?"
"Let's not talk so much between us, Laing," the Lady of the Lake said softly. "Destroy our enemy!"
"Yes, I don't need you to say anything." Laing gripped the hilt of the Goddess of Vengeance tightly.
He already had a plan.
Let's begin!
The battle continued. Laing's attack style changed.
He was no longer dodging or being careful. On the contrary, the power of anger that he had never felt before gathered all over his body. The blade of Nemesis, which was burning with white flames, was like a rolling dragon. Ryan did not hesitate to exchange injuries for injuries. The sharp blade of Nemesis left deep wounds on Egil's neck, chest, shoulders, abdomen, and thighs, one after another.
As a price, the Lady of the Lake's Chosen One champion was also covered in blood. Egil's Infernal Tomahawk had drunk Laing's blood five times.
"It's not over yet!" Laing's face was ferocious. His eyes were red. He held the Goddess of Vengeance in one hand and raised the other. He activated the powerful Psionic Storm again.
Five pail thick Psionic Lightning struck Egil. The Skalinth King screamed in pain. He crossed his Infernal Tomahawk in front of his chest to block the Psionic Storm.
"Pa!" The five-second Psionic Storm ended. Egil shattered the Psionic Lightning around him. He roared like an ancient beast and was about to charge at Laing.
"It's not over yet!" A silver spear of light appeared in front of Egil.
The silver spear of light was thrown from Laing's hand. It turned into a rain of destruction and flew toward Egil.
"You think you can defeat me like this? You think you can kill me like this? "Egil took a deep breath. He spun on the spot and used his signature move again.
Whirlwind Slash!
Clink! Clink! Clink! The spear of light was shattered by the Khorne Champion's Whirlwind Slash.
Laing panted heavily. After a series of crazy attacks and continuous Psionic Attacks, many of his wounds were bleeding. He was close to his limit.
After the Whirlwind Slash ended, Egil, who was covered in blood, stopped. He looked at the spear of light in his arm and pulled it out nonchalantly. The Khorne Champion had gone completely berserk. He pointed his axe at Laing's neck and chest, swearing to kill him.
On the other hand, Ryan was even crazier than Egil. He once again clashed with Egil's sword like a madman. Egil felt a deep sense of respect for Ryan's desperate stance. This was a true battle between champions, an epic duel!
The Khorne Champion had been looking for a battle like this his whole life. Now he had it.
However, Laing was already at the end of his rope. When the sword and axe clashed again, Egil could already feel that Laing's strength was weakening. Clearly, even the Khorne Champion of the Lake Nymphs was at his limit.
The Khorne Champion of the Lake Nymphs was indeed powerful, but how much blood could they lose?
In the end, Egil could not understand the superiority of the God of the North. He could not understand Khorne's glory and supremacy. In that case, Egil would give him a dignified death. This man was a hero. Egil recognized his strength from the bottom of his heart. He respected this opponent.
After a few more rounds, Egil seized the opportunity and kicked Laing away. Laing landed not far away. It seemed that he would not be able to get up for a while.
"Laing! No! " Seeing this, many of the knights cried out in grief. Teresa and Veronica wanted to help Laing with their spells, but Chaos Wizard Chakoi desperately stopped them. The Chaos Wizard did not hesitate to burn himself into ashes to create a wall of fire to stop the two witches from approaching. "Don't even think about it!"
"No, impossible!" Suria, who was fighting in the crowd, saw Laing fall. She shook her head. "Impossible. Laing won't lose."
Everyone else was too far away.
"What a pity. You're really good. I'll fill your head with gold and keep it forever." Egil suddenly felt dispirited. Since he came to Brittany, he had killed several Grail Knights and Uhles. Now, he was going to defeat the Chosen One, Laing.
There was nothing left for him to miss. It was time for him to return to Skalinth.
After that, the wounds on Egil's body began to heal automatically.
"Still! Gone! Gone! " Just as Egil's attention was diverted, Laing got up from the ground and took out a long gun from his dimensional ring.
This was the weapon given to him by Earl Albert of Mjoden Haven. It was a rune shotgun gun — Golden Flame Exorcism.
"What?"
Boom! Boom! Boom! Laing pulled the trigger and fired three shots with the Golden Flame Exorcism. A large amount of shotgun shells and flames shot out, covering Egil's body.
The healing of the wounds was interrupted. The Chosen One screamed and retreated. Egil's body was bleeding from more than a dozen wounds. After being hit by the shotgun, his body had reached its limit. He knew that he had to heal his wounds immediately, or he would die from excessive blood loss.
Egil quickly distanced himself from Laing and retreated nearly 30 feet. This was a safe distance. As long as his wounds healed, Laing would lose completely.
Egil immediately began to channel Khorne's blessing to heal his wounds.
At this time, Laing's heart was silent. The Vengeance's flame was still burning. His body was empty, but he knew that he still had things to do.
He had never bowed to Chaos. Ever since he came to this world, in Nord, Mjoden Haven, Marienburg, and Brittany, he had never bowed to Chaos.
"So, let's do it again, okay?" Laing whispered to the Vengeance with a smile.
Only the raging white flames and the trembling sword answered him.
Anger was a kind of power.
Too many lives had been lost in the barbarians' attack. The northern part of the duchy of Lyonassi was in ruins. At least 100,000 people had died, and the land had been scorched.
Thousands of knights had died in the battle to protect the country.
The leader of the Holy Grail, Ulles, had also fallen.
Egil and his tribe had to pay the price!
When the anger exploded in Laing's heart, it was controlled by reason and poured into his heart through his limbs. The power that he had lost reappeared in his body and surged endlessly.
The figure of the Chosen One One in the lake exploded, turning into countless light fragments.
The distance of more than ten meters between them disappeared in an instant. Ryan's figure appeared in front of Egil, who was healing his wounds. He saw his own reflection in Egil's pale eyes, as well as his panic.
"No … You're a knight. How can you …"
"Die! Demon! "
With endless anger, the Vengeance slashed a silver arc in the air. His sword once again pierced through Egil's armor and into the terrifying body of the Chosen One One. From the shoulder to the neck, the sharp blade cut open the flesh and cut open the neck.
The head of the Chosen One One One flew out from his neck. Egil only felt his vision leave the ground and float in the air.
"This … This is impossible … I …"
The head fell to the ground and rolled a few times on the shore. The headless body of the Skalinski King collapsed. Dark red blood spurted out. His wounds could no longer heal.
The story of the Skalinski King, the Chosen One One One, Egil Stillbjörn, who had dominated the northern wasteland for centuries, had come to an end. The magnificent epic of hundreds of years had come to an end.
"No! No! No! My king! "
All the barbarians burst into tears upon seeing this. The Scarlet Guards all took off their helmets. These God Chosen Warriors of Chaos tore their own hair and cut their own faces and chests with sharp blades. They let a large amount of blood flow down, just so that Egil's death would not be covered by tears. The glory of the brave could only be praised with blood, not stained by tears.
With Egil dead, the Skalinski Tribe had lost their king. There was no warrior who could lead the tribe like him. There was no doubt that the Skalinski Tribe would fall apart in the future and decline day by day.
A trail of blood splattered on the shore. The heavily injured Laing picked up Egil's head. The Chosen One One One One in the lake raised the head of the Chosen One One in the sky. His angry roar pierced the sky and echoed in the subspace.
“Only！”
“a”
“Man！”
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