The moment he picked up Egil's head, Laing felt a gaze filled with rage and admiration coming from the subspace.
A powerful blood-red chaotic energy swept across the battlefield.
Laing unleashed his psionic power to resist. This power was enough to crush many weak mortals, but Laing's soul was far stronger than a mortal's, and he resisted this power.
In the void, there was a sound of praise. Its voice sounded like brass rubbing against each other, and this ear-piercing sound was enough to drive many mortals crazy on the spot.
"I know who you are, I know where you came from, and I will not believe a word you say." Laing immediately guessed who it was, and he sneered. "Does it feel good to see your own Chosen One die?"
The other was obviously surprised that its power was ineffective against Laing. It paused for a moment, and its tone did not change much. "I will not feel sorry for a dead champion. He died because he was useless. You have proven that you are stronger than Egil, and I admire you. Accept my test, and die if you lose. If you win, I will bestow upon you the ultimate reward — Ascend, and become my subordinate!"
"Ascend? What kind of trash is that? Don't tempt me with the way you tempt mortals, it's useless to me. "Laing then mocked." You should go to the asylum, idiot. "
The other was obviously quite dissatisfied with Laing's attitude. It tried to enter the mortal world to release a great demon. Its power was obviously very strong, but the protection of the Lake Nymph had been restraining and stopping it. After a few attempts, it suddenly realized something.
While it was watching the battle between mortals, Nurgle's Demonic Plague Army was attacking its Brass Fortress. Thousands of Raging Demons had been wiped out by Nurgle's Demonic Plague Army. At the same time, Perdition in the south had ordered a large group of Berserker Knights to launch a fierce attack on its territory.
It was facing a war on two fronts, and it was not a wise move to spend a lot of power to release a great demon into the mortal world. The Eternal Observer of Tzeentch was stationed at the border, obviously looking for an opportunity.
Things happened just like that. It had no choice but to stop its action of releasing the great demon. Looking at Leon's calm face, it laughed coldly. "Mortal, you will never understand what Chaos is. You will eventually fall. As long as you fight and indulge in battle, your head will eventually appear on the Brass Throne. I will leave a good place for you."
"My throne will also leave a good place for your head. When the time comes, please do me the honor." Leon also sneered.
The other party did not answer, and only its smell of brass and blood remained in the void.
Ryan coughed a few times. He was very tired.
"It's Khorne." The Lake Fairy's voice echoed in Ryan's mind: [It can only try to be brave like this. The mortal world is under the protection of the Great Maelstrom and the Great Guardian, it can't enter. It can only try to show off and tempt mortals. Don't be careless, Ryan, it will return in the end]
"That's right, my lady." Laing wiped the blood off his face. He was badly injured, but it was not fatal. He would recover after half a month of rest. "Khorne doesn't care about the lives of its followers. In its eyes, the weak and the defeated are not worthy of sympathy. It only needs to lure the winners to serve it."
"Obviously, you are the winner that it is satisfied with. Well done, my champion." There was joy in the Lake Nymph's voice. "Wait for my reward!"
"I'm looking forward to it." Laing panted. He did not want to talk anymore.
The contact with Khorne was only for a moment. In everyone's eyes, Laing had just picked up Egil's head.
The Scarlet Guards howled in pain. They could not allow their king's head to be taken by others. These Chosen Warriors of Chaos madly rushed to the battlefield, wanting to kill all the creatures in front of them and take back Egil's body and head.
However, the knights would not let them do as they wished. Under Suria's command, the remaining 7,000 knights launched a final attack on the barbarians, completely destroying the Scarlet Guards' plan. Laing, who was badly injured, was protected by a large group of knights and soldiers. Even so, the Chosen Warriors of Chaos still maintained their stubborn resistance. It took the remaining knights two hours to wipe them all out. The Scarlet Guards fought to the last man.
The barbarians also had their own pride.
Before they died, they still sang the ballad of Skalinth, telling the story of a great warrior who united the divided tribes. The story of Egil Stillbjörn ended. The great King Skalinth's last stop was Lyonnesse, which was also the last place he conquered. The Scarlet Guards knew that it was impossible for them to take back Egil's body, so they chose to die generously. In the final encirclement, these Chosen Warriors of Chaos held Egil's son and burned to ashes in the flames.
After all, the blood of the king could not be tainted by the lowly southerners. To prevent the child from falling into the hands of the southerners, the Scarlet Guards made this choice.
However, the Son of Darkness was not burned to death by the flames. He did not seem to be afraid of the flames. He was still crying in the flames until Count Carrard threw him to the ground with trembling hands and pierced his chest with a sharp sword. The son that Egil dreamed of died on the spot.
The Skalinth's invasion of Brittany finally failed. They stopped when they were a hair's breadth away from victory. Even so, the death of the barbarians still shocked the knights deeply. The dwarf engineer, Dugan Ironman, put down the hot gun and sighed. "These people are all good men … They just followed the wrong person."
"Laing …" Suria did not have a single drop of blood on her body. The female knight had killed more than 20 barbarian warriors in the previous battle. The golden double-headed eagle engagement ring on her left ring finger released a powerful energy field, protecting her safety. Seeing that the battle was over, Suria immediately dismounted and trotted to Laing's side to help him up. "Are you okay?"
"It seems that the battle is over." Laing smiled at Suria. From the corner of his eye, he saw that everyone was surrounding him, including Veronica and Teresa, who were still in shock, the knight commanders and his kingdom's knights, and Count Carrard and Baron Aldrede who came out of Lyonassai Castle to support him.
"You won't lose. You never let me down, Laing, my husband." Suria was so excited that her eyes were filled with tears. The female knight did not care that Laing was covered in blood. She buried her white face in his chest and said in a trembling voice, "I know you can do it! I believe in you! "
"How can I let my fiancée down?" Laing stood up with a faint smile on his face. His existence was like the sun, warming everyone's heart and attracting everyone's attention. His existence added more brilliance to the path of the knight.
Becoming the champion of the Lake Fairy meant that Laing had to prove that he deserved this title again and again. His achievements were enough to make all the knights and people of Brittany feel proud. He would let the light of the goddess shine on the world and spread his name across the land. His story would become a role model for children from a young age, and bards would sing his magnificent epic poem.
"Laing! You did it! You defeated Egil! You defeated Egil who had dominated the wasteland in the north for centuries by yourself! You are worthy of the title of the champion of the Lady's Choice! " Sir Houlf of the Sea God Knights walked towards Laing excitedly and shouted to everyone on the battlefield, "Victory! Victory! We won! "
"Victory!"
"Victory!"
"In the name of the Lady, we won!"
The knights all over the mountains burst into earth-shattering cheers.
"We didn't win …" Laing looked at Egil's body. He gently pushed Suria away and signaled the knights to make way.
Everyone's gazes revolved around him. There was a trace of confusion and astonishment in their eyes.
It was not until Laing took the head of Uhles from Egil's armor that everyone fell silent. Kalad's eyes were red, and he wiped his tears with his hand.
"There is no winner in this war." Laing held the head of Uhles in his arms and said softly, "Look around, knights."
Thousands of knights looked around.
Only corpses were left on the battlefield. Countless corpses. Dead knights, dead infantrymen, and a large number of dead barbarians. The smell of burnt flesh and blood filled the entire battlefield. The barbarian army was completely annihilated except for a few small tribes that managed to escape. However, the cavalry army led by Leon had also lost nearly 20% of their men.
Many new recruits who went to the battlefield for the first time died in the cruel battle. They still had hope for the future and hatred for the barbarians in their eyes, but they ended their young lives here early.
In the distance, the castle of Lyonassai and countless villages around it had been turned into ruins. The prosperous towns and the dense population along the coast had become a thing of the past. Only destruction and scorched earth were left. More than 150,000 people died in this Chaos invasion, which accounted for nearly one-fifth of the population of Lyonassai.
Four Holy Grail Knights had died on the battlefield, including the Holy Grail Knight Captain Ulles. Lyonasser and Colona had lost nearly three thousand knights, which was a huge number. Leon had also lost more than six hundred of his five thousand knights.
"The war is over. Knights, clean up the battlefield. Enough people have died. There is no winner today." Laing raised his fist and said, "Let us pay our respects to the heroes who died protecting our country!"
"Pay our respects!" The knights raised their fists together.
"Pay our respects to the heroes who died protecting our country! We want to tell them that we did not let their sacrifice down. We defeated the barbarians, and the land here will be peaceful again. Maybe we can't say their names one by one, but we still want to thank them. Without their sacrifice, we would not have won! " Laing walked out of the crowd. His hoarse voice penetrated everyone's heart and said, "Heroes are immortal!"
"Heroes! Immortal! "
…
Three days later, in the castle of Lyonassai.
A grand funeral was held here. Thousands of knights and all the nobles of Lyonassai participated in this grand funeral.
Uhles and the two Grail Knights were placed in the hall of the castle of Lyonassai. They held their swords in front of their chests with both hands, dressed neatly, and surrounded by candles. Hundreds of knights guarded them day and night, commemorating and remembering the fallen heroes.
The scene was dignified and solemn. The ground under the Grail Knight was covered with irises and golden silk. Several people could not help but cry. Among them, the ones who cried the most were Count Calade and his sister Annala. For Calade, Ulles was an important life mentor who was both a teacher and a friend, a father and a brother in his life. After Calade lost his father at an early age, he drew strength from Ulles. The two of them had completed countless epics that could be praised and wept.
Now, Uhles had passed away, and he was only left with himself.
The Prophet of the Lake God, Annala, was also sobbing. She had lost her lover, but she still had things to do. She took the Divine Sword, Durandale, from Ulysses' corpse and handed it to Kalad. "From now on … this sword will be your sword, Kalad."
"No! How can I! "Kalad wiped his tears hard.
"This is his wish. Before he left, he told me that if he … did not come back … this sword will be given to you in the future. Kalad, accept it. This is his wish," Annala said softly.
Only then did Kalad nod silently and accept the sword.
The sound of crying did not stop. On one side of the hall, Laing looked serious. Suria held his hand. "Is this war? Ryan, do you think I'll have a day like this too? "
"If we don't want to encounter such a day, we can only fight to the death." Laing shook his head. "The threat of Chaos will never disappear because of running away. There is no place in this world that can stay out of it."
"Sigh …" Teresa walked up from behind. She reached out and pressed Laing's shoulder. "Fortunately, nothing happened to you. Otherwise, I don't think I can bear to see such a scene. Maybe I will return to Heaven's Castle and never come out again."
"Lord Laing, please stand at the front." At this time, Duke Dalhead of Lyonasser found Laing. His expression was bleak, and there were tears at the corners of his eyes. "Lyonasser will always be grateful for your contribution. Please come to the front."
"No, Duke, it will never be my turn …" Laing wanted to refuse, but Dalhead did not give him the chance. The duke was dressed in black. He led his son and knelt in front of Uhles' body. He cried bitterly. "I'm sorry. It's all my fault. Uhles, I'm sorry."
"Father." Aldrid was also crying. He tried to persuade his father. "Father, you are the duke of Lyonasser. You can't do this. Pull yourself together. The duchy still needs your leadership after the war."
"It's your leader, Adleider." Dalhead turned his gaze to his son.
"Father?"
"I've committed too many sins. I've made too many mistakes, including the failure in the Nanz Plains, the failure to make up my mind to kill that woman, and the return of the Son of Darkness to Egil. I can't forgive myself." Dalhead's voice was like a knife. He lowered his head. "Some choices were forced, but I still have to atone for my sins."
"Aldrid, when this funeral is over, you will be the new duke of Lyonasser, and I will embark on the path of the Holy Grail and embark on the Holy Grail Expedition. I will atone for my mistakes to the Lady until she forgives me."
Having said that, Duke Dalhaid did not give Aldrede a chance to speak. With the help of his attendants, he stood up with difficulty and shouted to all the knights in the hall, "Sir Ulles has left us. He is about to embark on the final journey of his life! His soul will enter a new kingdom under the guidance of the Lady! Together with countless glorious Holy Grail Knights and ancestors, he will continue to fight to protect the land of the Goddess. But now, I firmly believe that he is still with us. He still lives in our hearts, and we will also reunite with him in another world one day! "
Dalhead drew his longsword. "The hero has passed away, but the noble spirit lives on!"
At the same time, all the knights in the hall drew their swords and pointed their swords to the sky. "The noble spirit lives on!"
As the most distinguished guest, Laing, who was wearing an earl's robe, closed his eyes and bowed. "Salute Lord Uhles and all the heroes who sacrificed themselves in the fight against Chaos!"
"Salute the heroes!" This time, even the most serious Hubert bowed.
"Toot, toot, toot, toot …" The powerful and magnificent sound of the horn rang out continuously in the hall.
A powerful aura exploded in the hall.
The champion of the Chosen of the Lake Fairy, Count Laing Macado of Glamorgan, had officially advanced to the sacred realm.
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