Standing in front of Gyur again, Laing felt his lungs filled with the smell of corpses and sulphuric fire. The champion of the Goddess of the Lake gazed at Gyur's tall and mighty body. He realized how much courage it took for mortals to stand in front of such a terrible thing.
Around the two, the silver torrent of knights was sweeping the battlefield on the left flank of the defenders. Without Gyur's command, the chaotic undead army was collapsing. The shrewd Laing noticed this, while Gyur was immersed in his desire for skulls. The champion of the Four Gods of Chaos was unaware that his army was collapsing. On the contrary, all his attention was focused on Laing.
Gyur was immersed in some kind of violent and bloody imagination. Even though he was dead, he still longed to offer all his skulls to Khorne in exchange for the gift of the Blood God. At the end of the Bloody Path, Gyur had received Khorne's reward. It was his glory, and also something that the resurrected undead could not forget.
Laing, on the other hand, was firm in his will. He recalled in his mind why he, an early Saint-realm, and François, an advanced Saint-realm, could not defeat Gyur even if they joined forces.
Because they did not understand, he and François knew nothing about Gyur's power. They did not know what this undead warrior was, where he came from, what kind of power he had, and what was protecting him.
They did not know anything.
Fear came from the unknown. When Morgiana revealed Gyur's identity, when the Goddess of the Lake blessed his weapon with her divine power, the mysterious veil on Gyur's body was torn apart.
Blue soulfire burned in Gyur's empty eye sockets, and ghostly whispers lingered in Laing's ears. The shouts and sounds of battle around Laing were thrown to the back of his mind. The bright psionic fire burned on the head of his warhammer, illuminating the surroundings.
Gul was the opposite. He was like some kind of noble and violent brass storm, surrounded by lava and waves of fire. He raised his head, and the silent roar made the people around him fall into a bloodthirsty and violent state.
The battle finally began with Guer's attack. The tall champion of the Four Gods of Undead and Chaos leaped and pounced on Laing. Laing clenched his warhammer and let out a roar. The two mighty forces collided in the midst of thousands of troops.
He charged until the Thor's Hammer and the big black axe collided. A very loud noise exploded on the battlefield. The ground outside the monastery made a loud noise because of the power. The ground shook and the mountains shook. It made Laing take two steps back. It was very dangerous. The gray knight geno prototype lowered its body and dodged Gur's attack. The sharp black sawtooth swept across Laing's shoulder armor, creating some sparks.
Laing turned around, retracted his strength, and exerted his strength. The Mjölnir, which was burning with platinum flames, smashed into Jürre's chest. "Boom!"
"Oh!" This was a force that was enough to shatter steel plates and city walls. Even someone as strong as Gul was forced to take a few steps back after receiving such a heavy blow. The armor on his chest was smashed to pieces by Ryan's fierce attack, and a hole was smashed in the blood-red Barosh armor.
Laing's eyes moved. Sure enough, Jürre was not invincible.
However, the undead warrior immediately attacked Laing in an even crazier manner. The black sawtooth axe was still sharp after thousands of years. Jürre's figure turned into a whirlwind of death, almost swallowing Laing. The heavy weapon in his hand was incredibly light. Every attack was so deadly that Laing had to struggle under Jürre's attacks.
Laing was not an ordinary person. He was no longer the young warrior. Seizing an opportunity, Laing's eyes flashed with psionic power. He raised his war hammer. The wind and clouds gathered. A silver lightning was released from his war hammer and hit Jürre. In the explosion, Jürre was forced to take a few steps back again.
"Psionic Storm!" Dozens of lightning bolts spread out under Laing's command, hitting Jürre's attack. The champion of the undead and chaos gods was filled with lightning. Jürre opened his mouth and released his fury. The huge impact and damage forced him to step back. Before he could disperse the lightning, Laing's thunder attack followed.
"Bang!" Jürre used the black axe to resist Laing's fierce attack, but he could not resist the huge impact of Laing's full-strength blow. He was knocked to the ground. Laing then hit Jürre's head with his hammer. Jürre rolled away like crazy. He reached out and grabbed Laing's neck. The champion of the Lake Fairy and the champion of the undead and chaos gods fell to the ground together under the huge force, then stood up again after wrestling and rolling.
"Psionic Blade!" Laing's head and chin were attacked by Jürre. His shoulder armor and gauntlets were cut by the black sawtooth war axe, but Jürre was not unscathed. There was a psionic light spear in the chest of the undead warrior. He angrily pulled out Laing's psionic light spear from his chest, crushed it into pieces, and then dodged Laing's psionic blade attack.
In front of the ruins of the high elves, under the illumination of the night and the light of the fire, Laing and Jürre's duel continued. The fierce battle showed no signs of stopping.
However, the battle on the left wing was coming to an end. With the support of the cannons and Alaros' and Belega's relentless fighting, the undead army that had lost Gül's command was utterly defeated. More than half of the Graveyard Guard Legion was killed by the cannons, forest scouts, dwarven musketeers, and Veronica's magical bombardment. Without Gül's command, the undead army could only rely on their instincts to fight. Because of this, they were defeated one by one. The Graveyard Ghouls and Graveyard Ghouls were either killed or fled for their lives. Amidst the bloody storm, the Wood Elf Hero Alaros reaped the lives of every undead commander with his arrow. His movements were like the song of the Wood Elves. In the gorgeous waltz, at least five Graveyard Ghouls were killed.
"Come on! Undead bastards! Come here and die! " Belegar stood on top of his ancestral oathstone. The Shield of Resistance in his hand glowed brightly. The power of the ancestral spirit was imbued into his body. The dwarven army advanced as one. The Hammer Warriors crushed the undead's resistance, and the addition of Angran's personal guards played a decisive role in the battle. Even the undead, who had no emotions and morale, were intimidated by the dwarves' strength.
"Flaming Storm!" Veronica stood on the Light Magic Mount. This war machine had used up all its ammunition in the battle at the Blackstone Stronghold. However, it still had the ability to help overload and stabilize spellcasting. Veronica's slender figure was now covered in flames and light. With the help of her apprentices, Veronica's brown hair was burning. She released a monstrous wave of fire. Wherever the wave of fire passed, even the earth wailed. All the undead army that was swept by the wave of fire disappeared without a trace after the wave of fire melted away. Whether it was flesh monsters or undead skeletons, they were turned into a pile of ashes like candles thrown into a fireplace.
The magic of the Gallan Witches reaped the lives of countless undead creatures. The rest of the undead army was either destroyed or disintegrated by themselves. Some were crushed by the charge of the knights and turned into a pile of scattered sand.
The left wing army led by Laing had already won.
In a way, Laing's plan had already succeeded. Because he had no time to command Laing in the duel, Gul did not care that the army he commanded had been completely defeated. The champion of the Four Gods of Chaos, who mainly believed in Khorasan, only wanted to cut off Laing's head and offer it to the Blood God.
In Anglo's words, just cut it off and be done with it. Why did he need to command?
Kemmler's understanding of chaos was not as good as Laing's, who was the gray knight's genetic prototype. This was Laing's plan.
At this time, in the middle of the left wing battlefield, Laing and Gul's duel was still going on. The champion of the Lake Fairy was already covered in wounds. His psionic power armor was full of holes caused by Gul's black axe. Big drops of blood flowed out of the wounds.
Gul's situation was also very bad. The blood-red Barosh armor was full of dents. One of the giant horns on his helmet had been broken by Laing. Many of the bones on his body had been broken by Laing.
"Whoa!" Gul's black axe left a black crack on Laing's breastplate. In return, Laing's warhammer hit Gul's arm. The undead warrior, who had suffered a heavy blow, staggered back. Laing, who had been given such a good opportunity, would not let go of it. The head of Thor's Hammer circled in the cold air and then smashed hard on Gul's chest!
"Ahhh!" Gul's sternum cracked. The champion of the Four Gods of Chaos was beaten to the ground. Laing took this opportunity to attack like crazy, not giving Gul a chance to get up again.
Wave after wave of fierce attacks came down on Gul's head. Gul could only barely resist. The warhammer hit his body, and the bones of his whole body shook one after another. Relying on instinct, Gul finally used his last move.
He opened his mouth and spat out blue Soul Fire at Laing. A large amount of Soul Fire with the smell of sulfur and death came out of Gul's mouth, forming a flame vortex more than two meters long and one meter wide. It swallowed Laing's figure!
Everyone on the battlefield turned their eyes to this place. Veronica, who had witnessed all this, could not help but scream. She knew how terrible the flame was. The blue Soul Fire could not only burn everything in front of it physically, but also destroy the enemy's soul!
But Laing was still Laing. Just as everyone was shocked, accompanied by a roar full of cold anger and deep hatred, Gul's Nemesis was unsheathed. The silver blade was burning with platinum flames, emitting a pale blue light. Laing rushed straight toward the flames. The blade in his hand was slashed in the air, and the Soul Fire spat out by Gul was cut open by the Nemesis!
Under Laing's control, the blade of Nemesis broke through Gul's defense. The blade engraved with runes penetrated Gul's chest. The gap left by Thor's hammer in Gul's chest in the previous duel had completed its final mission. The platinum flames and the blade were sent into Gul's chest together, and the light of psionic energy purified and devoured Gul's power.
Gul, who was severely injured, let out a silent scream. He barely forced Laing back, and then he covered his chest with his hand and retreated. The silver crack and the psionic power spread in his chest and gradually formed a huge explosion. Boom!
The shockwave exploded in front of Laing. The gray knight geno prototype barely raised his sword to block, but he was blown away by the huge power. The ground shook, and Gul's figure disappeared.
At the critical moment, Kemmler sensed Gul's failure. He immediately used magic to summon Gul away, leaving behind two corpse demons.
The first corpse demon's head was blown off by Laing's punch.
The second corpse demon was pierced by Laing's sword. The blade of Nemesis tore the corpse demon's body apart, and the platinum flames drowned the corpse demon's body.
While limping, Ryan stood up again. He raised the Goddess of Vengeance and declared his victory. "Ahhhhhh!"
"Champion! Champion! Champion! " On the left wing of the defending army, the soldiers who witnessed Laing's victory all burst into deafening cheers. The champion of the Chosen of the Lake Fairy would never fail! They had won a complete victory!
The battle of the champions ended with Gul's defeat. The left wing of the undead army had been completely wiped out. The left wing's defending army began to turn to support the middle army under Laing's command. The large number of troops that had been freed up returned to support the middle army, and this battle began to have a chance of winning.
At this time, a trace of white had appeared on the horizon. Belle gathered the army and looked at the sky. "The sun is coming out!"
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At this time, not far from the intense battle in the monastery, a large group of fully-equipped knights were hiding on a small hill about two kilometers away from the battlefield. They were resting in a small forest.
There weren't many knights in this group, about two hundred of them. The leader of the group was a tall knight. He held a huge axe in both hands. His face was rough, his hair was white, and his beard was even whiter. It seemed that because of the recent events, his tall and sturdy figure had become thinner. He had lost a lot of weight, which was a big blow to him. After spending a period of time in seclusion to reflect on his mistakes, he seemed to be in low spirits because he had been away from women and wine for a long time and had been on the road through the night.
But now, with dark circles around his eyes, he was listening to the report of his subordinates. "My lord! Count Glamorgan, the champion of the Chosen of the Lady, Laing Macado, has won the battle of the champions! The left wing of the undead army has been completely wiped out! "
"Very good!" The leading knight slapped his thigh hard. "Well done! As expected of the Lady's champion! "
This knight was none other than Theodoric, Duke of Bereon, who was exiled to the Andromeda Monastery in Lake Bastogne by the order of the Lake Goddess Morgianna, because of his crazy adultery with the wives of his subordinate nobles and knights.
After knowing that Kemmler and his undead army were wreaking havoc in the east of Brittany, Theodoric immediately realized that this was a great opportunity for him to atone for his crimes.
He used his remaining prestige to gather a few loyal knights who were willing to die for him and rushed here from Bastogne.
Half an hour ago, Theodoric and his followers had arrived near the monastery, but he was not in a hurry to provide support. Although the Duke was a drunkard and very lecherous, his outstanding leadership skills and rich military experience told him that the number of knights he led was too small, and they had to travel a long distance. He needed to wait for the right opportunity.
So the Duke ordered all the knights to rest and pay close attention to the situation on the battlefield.
Now, the opportunity had come!
Theodoric clenched his battle axe with both hands. This battle axe was a sacred item passed down by the first Duke Balduin. It had the blessing of the Lady of the Lake on it, and a bright light surrounded the battle axe. Only by holding the battle axe could Theodoric temporarily escape from his humiliation and frustration. Only then could he feel that the Lady of the Lake had not given up on him.
The Duke immediately signaled all the knights to get ready for battle, and he started an impassioned speech.
"My brothers! The opportunity has come! "Theodoric mounted his horse and shouted loudly." The opportunity to atone for our sins is right in front of us! François and Laing are fighting alone! "
"For our most loyal faith to the Lady of the Lake!"
"Draw your swords and raise your spears."
"For the Lady! For Brittany! "
"Advance!"
In order to atone for their sins to the Lady of the Lake, Duke Bereon and the duchy's knights marched to the battlefield with the first ray of light.
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