Amidst the chaos, the great duel began. Tzeentch's number one demon, Carlos, easily made two simple movements. Flames spurted out from his fingers and melted two brave knights of the kingdom together with their horses into a pool of molten iron.
Now, there was no longer any obstacle between them.
The first to rush forward to fight Carlos was Kalad. This Count of Garamente and the Holy Grail Knight of the Sanctum rode his pure-blooded elven warhorse and turned into a meteor as he charged straight at Carlos. The divine sword in his hand, Durandale, drew a flickering trajectory in the air. Facing the Treacherous Demon, this Holy Grail Knight who had a rough life vowed to continue to fight for the Goddess!
There was no doubt about Kalad's strength. Ever since this Holy Grail Knight started the Holy Grail Expedition, he had achieved many victories and even defeated the Mad Duke Merovin in a one-on-one duel.
However, this was still nothing in front of Carlos! Tzeentch's strength was no longer what it used to be! He had already obtained four holy items!
Tzeentch lightly waved his staff. The blue staff in Carlos' hand had Tzeentch's holy emblem printed on it. It was full of twisted witchcraft energy and squirming eyeballs! With the power of eternity and immortality, Tzeentch easily saw through Kalad's attack route. The Witchcraft Scepter easily blocked Durandale's blade.
Holding the Witchcraft Scepter tightly, Tzeentch made a small turn to deflect Durandale's blade. Then, he instantly grabbed Kalad's neck with his other hand and sent the Holy Grail Knight and his horse flying.
As soon as this action ended, Carlos immediately turned sideways and dodged Laing's hammer. The whistling lightning did not hit anything. One of Tzeentch's heads stared at Laing's movements. His staff clashed with Laing's hammer for a few rounds and forced him back. At the same time, the other head immediately chanted a spell, "Amber Spear!"
A spear made of chaotic energy collided with the lightning arrow released by the Lake Goddess Witch. Morgiana frowned. The Lake Goddess Witch knew that her spell was being targeted. She gripped the Holy Grail and summoned lightning to attack the Treacherous Demon.
The Weaver of Fate spat out a dazzling beam of light. With this beam of light alone, the Great Demon Tzeki and Morgiana were evenly matched in their magic duel.
What was even more terrifying was that at the same time, its other head was still focused on fighting against Laing. The sound of the Mjolnir and the Wizard Scepter clashing resounded in all directions. Sparks flew in all directions, and Wizard Fire and lightning flew in all directions. Excessive power surged in all directions. Laing's fierce attacks were met with endless parries, blocks, and dodges.
The Gryphon Impris, who was sitting on Leon, spat out lightning to hit Carlos's demonic armor. However, the demonic armor with the sacred emblem of Dzeentech would not be damaged so easily. The Gryphon's lightning only caused a few sparks on the demonic armor before dissipating into nothingness.
Similarly, the five-colored flame that Tzeentch spat out could not hurt Ryan. When the flame got close to Ryan, the gray knight geno prototype would have a shield made of silver hexagons appear around it. It would disperse the witchcraft flame.
"Oh!" Leon waved his warhammer with difficulty. He could clearly feel that Carlos had become stronger.
If Laing had thought that he could fight Carlos on par with his psionic power on the walls of the Spire Palace, now Laing felt that he could not defeat Carlos. After obtaining more holy items, Tzeki had completely reinforced the energy channel between the chaotic domain and the prime material plane.
He had to defeat Tzeki and the Tzeki army here. Laing could not fight with all his strength on the griffin. He immediately jumped off the griffin and pulled out Nemesis to fight Tzeki in close combat. The Chosen One of the Lake Fairies gritted her teeth and fought Carlos. Their attacks were like a beautiful war dance, so fast that it was almost impossible to see their shadows.
Kalad fell into a muddy water. This sacred champion and Grail knight slapped Muxilon's muddy swamp with great force, full of shame. Large amounts of muddy water splashed on his face, chilling him to the bone. Kalad stood up in anger. He clenched Durandale with both hands and turned around to join the battle.
Durandale contained the wrath of the Lake God. Kalad firmly believed that Uhles was also watching this battle. He wielded the blade with great experience and calmness, initiating a life-and-death battle with the incomparably powerful Chaos Demon.
But even so, the great demon Tzeentch only felt a little pressure. Karloze effortlessly took on the combined attacks of Leon and Kalad at the same time. Over the endless years, the knowledge that the Weaver of Fate possessed was far beyond the imagination of mortals. It used almost all the excellent techniques that mortals could think of. In every move, Karloze worked more elegantly than the most ancient high elf Horus Sword Saint. It maintained its sophisticated and delicate movements while using its witchcraft scepter to block the attacks of The Vengeance and Durandale. Whether it was Kalad or Leon, their attacks were seen through by Karloze.
The first demon under Tzeki seemed to be using this method to tell these struggling mortals that their weak false gods would never be a match for Saint Tzeki. Never.
"I don't understand why you are still holding on." Tzeki sneered. It summoned a dark magic storm. Morgiana's power was unable to resist this powerful magic storm. She summoned a group of green thorny earth spirits. These thorny earth spirits were completely devoured by the dark storm in the blink of an eye, leaving nothing behind.
In the next second, the dark storm summoned by Morgiana collided head-on with the chain lightning summoned by her. Morgiana tried her best to extract the power of the Holy Grail, but Tzeki's magic was too powerful. This battle of magic would not be decided for the time being.
The Weaver of Fate knew that its magic had no effect on Laing, so it simply switched to a melee battle. The Scepter violently struck Laing's sword. Within a second, the Weaver of Fate attacked five times at the same time. Laing felt that the pressure on him was so great that he could not breathe. The great power of the Scepter caused his arms to go numb. For a moment, the battlefield was filled with the sound of fighting and killing. The Goddess of Vengeance's sword flashed and danced in the air, clashing violently with the Scepter that was full of eyeballs.
Then, the Goddess of Vengeance was repelled. Before Laing could raise his sword again, Carlos slapped him in the face. The champion of the Chosen of the Lake was directly sent flying. Tzeki's claws tore through Laing's armor and tore open several bloody wounds on his arms and chest.
Laing let out a painful howl. He could not believe that he was in such a sorry state. The champion of the Chosen of the Lake staggered and knelt on the ground. His handsome face was twisted together, and the Goddess of Vengeance's sword was trembling.
So powerful. So terrifying.
Is this the true power of a Chaos Demon? Laing raised his head. Bright red blood flowed down his face.
Laing's defeat made the Weaver of Fate laugh loudly. But it immediately realized that it still had to face another powerful enemy.
Seeing that Laing was beaten back, Kalad immediately blocked all of Carlos's attacks. Facing the number one demon under Tzeki, the noble Knight of the Holy Grail gritted his teeth and roared angrily. He straightened his posture in front of a powerful enemy. "You will never succeed. You will never defeat us. We are the Lady's knights!"
"You have brought corruption, hatred, and endless pain to this land!"
"Now, it's time for you to pay those debts!"
"For the Lady!"
Kalad fearlessly launched his fierce attack on Tzeki. The destructive attack even made Carlos feel pressured. The Weaver of Fate was forced to give up its pursuit of Laing. It turned around and faced Kalad head-on. This exquisite duel was like a rehearsed dance. Kalad displayed his magnificent swordsmanship with the power of destruction. He put all of his strength into Durandale. Just like the great and noble Knights of the Holy Grail in the epics, he integrated strength, speed, and will into his swordsmanship.
In a short time, it seemed that Kalad and Carlos were neck and neck.
However, there was a limit to the strength of a mortal. After a short time of stalemate, Kalad immediately felt tired. His all-out attack made him neglect his defense. Carlos once again saw through Kalad's attack. He spat out flames that burned Kalad's breastplate, causing him to scream and lose the ability to resist. Carlos then raised his witchcraft scepter. With the help of the witchcraft flames and the power of Tzeki, this blow was enough to shatter Kalad's head.
"Let's end it like this! Knight of the Holy Grail! You and your Lady can't save you anymore! "
A half-sword burning with silver flames blocked the blow. Laing's scarred face appeared in front of Carlos. There was only hatred on his face, pure hatred.
"What are you still struggling for? Mortal? " "My power is so great that mortals are no match for me at all. Your so-called resistance is nothing but spiritual food for us to prove your weakness over and over again" the great demon Tsoki laughed wickedly as he shouted.
"I won't stop fighting, never!" Leon let out a furious roar. An earth-shattering might erupted from his body. Silver flames burned all over his body. Gritting his teeth, he roared in anger and straightened his posture in front of a formidable opponent. Rays of pure light enveloped the Chosen One of the Fairies of the Lake. This light caused the Weaver of Fate to feel extreme fear. It was so dazzling that it couldn't even open its eyes and kept retreating.
Bathed in the pure light, Laing gripped Nemesis tightly and slashed out a rainbow-like trajectory.
Psionic light and demonic flame clashed fiercely on the battlefield. In the swamp of Mu Xilon, the two forces collided fiercely.
"Ahhhhhh!!!" Laing gripped Nemesis tightly and tried to push it forward with all his might.
"For the love of the Lady! Die! " Kalad also caught his breath. The divine sword Durandel carried Kalad's fury. "Chaos bastard!"
"Potion Holy Grail Comet!" Seeing this, Morgiana immediately cast her most powerful spell. Under the great spell, a burning comet in the sky was pulled down to the ground by Morgiana's summoning. It hit the body of Tzeki and set off a cloud of smoke.
This battle attracted the attention of the entire battlefield. At this time, the Allied Army of Order was showing signs of collapsing under the onslaught of the Chaos demons. Despair was devouring the mortals. Around the battlefield, the corpses of mortals fell into the cold swamp of Mu Xilon.
"I am the Weaver of Fate! I am immortal! " The battle reached its climax. Carlos, the Weaver of Fate, escaped from the smoke. He was mostly injured, and one of his wings was smashed by Morgiana's Potion Holy Grail Comet.
However, he was not exiled. On the contrary, the Weaver of Fate blasted Laing and Kalad away with a few moves. Then, he directly hit Morgiana's thorny shield with a Mind Blast. The thorny shield melted, and Morgiana groaned. Blood flowed out of her nostrils. Apparently, her spirit was also affected.
Kalad was already injured all over and was about to lose his ability to fight. Leon was also heavily injured, but he could still hold on. The Chosen One champion of the Lake Fairy endured the pain and once again engaged in a fierce battle with the Weaver of Fate.
Seeing that the three saints were injured, one of them could not stand it anymore.
Berchemund, the Red Dragon Duke, discovered the situation amidst the chaos. He roared, "No! We cannot lose here! We must protect our kingdom at all costs and defeat the Chaos Demons! "
Berchemund, the Beast Butcher, Duke of Bastogne, immediately led the knights of the Red Dragon Knight Brotherhood in a charge.
The muddy ground could not stop Berchemund's determination. Under his orders, the knights of the Duchy of Bastogne leveled their lances. Under the powerful hooves of the warhorses, the earth trembled. The thundering hooves trampled on the cold swamp of Muxilon.
The sound of steel colliding rang out one after another. The knights of Bastogne slaughtered their way through the army of Chaos Demons. They charged at all costs, killing the Chaos Demons. Lances pierced through the Demons' armor, swords tore open their flesh, and countless limbs and heads were chopped off. The knights shouted Berchemund's name, while Berchemund charged alone at the front. The sword in his hand shone under the sun.
This sword was called the Sword in the Stone. It was once Arthur's sword. Its eternally sharp blade was blessed by the Lake Fairy. Now, Berchemund felt that he had found an enemy worthy of fighting!
The brave and glorious knights of Bastogne opened a path for Berchemund. When Berchemund charged towards the Treacherous Demon, Carlos also felt great pressure. Laing and Kalad took the opportunity to tie down the Weaver of Fate and create an opportunity for Berchemund.
This plan was successful. Berchemund swung the Sword in the Stone from afar. The blade in his hand pierced through Carlos' stomach. Hot Demon blood gushed out from the wound. This Arthur's creature tore open the Demon's armor. Blood splattered everywhere. Berchemund's strength was as indestructible as his spirit.
This expert who had reached the peak of the Saint-level joined the battle.
But this was also within the Weaver of Fate's calculations.
Carlos was wounded all over. The Chaos Demon completely took the brunt of Berchemund's ferocious attack. This caused it to fly a long distance away and also allowed it to escape from the battle.
In the next second, the Weaver of Fate instantly teleported into the Brittany's army.
Duke Gisoleiox, Hagan, was still fighting with a Treacherous Demon. He didn't even have time to react before he felt a great force knocking him off his horse.
The Stag Lance also changed hands because of this.
"Hmm … Power is endless!" After obtaining another holy item, the Weaver of Fate became even stronger. A terrifying wave of Chaos energy gushed out from the subspace.
This was the power of the Treacherous Demon, a reward from the Master of Fate to the number one demon under his command. At a speed visible to the naked eye, the wounds on Carlos' body healed rapidly. Soon, the Weaver of Fate was as good as new.
Everyone knew that the small chance of victory for the knights was getting slimmer and slimmer. Even when they were full of energy, two Brittany knights could deal with a Chaos Demon. But after such a long battle, the knights and soldiers were exhausted. Although the dwarves could still hold on, their numbers were too few.
There was no one left who could stop the Chaos Demon.
"The mortals are being defeated! There is no one left in this kingdom who can stop us! Praise … "Carlos the Treacherous Demon was about to shout his victory declaration.
"Toot! Toot! "A long and wild horn sound came from the nearby forest. This horn sound was filled with wildness and power.
Rumbling footsteps and hooves, as well as something heavier, were joining the battle.
"The forest is moving?!" The Brittany knights who noticed this shouted, "I see it! That forest wasn't there!"
Nobody answered the knight's question because the horn sound continued to come from the forest.
"Duuuu. Duuuu." A wild, boundless power of the wilderness rose up in the hearts of all the mortals. Even the most stubborn of dwarves could feel the power emanating from the depths of their hearts when they heard the majestic sound of the horn.
The Weaver of Fate's expression changed.
"This is?!"
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