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Painfully, Leon resisted Birig's strikes. He recited all the names of the gods he knew, as if he was cramming at the last minute.
The Royal Knight was thinking calmly. He had persisted for so long, and his mind was spinning crazily, thinking of a way to turn defeat into victory.
The cold air was constantly sucked into Laing's lungs, and the White Wolf Knight blocked Birig's attacks again and again.
Should I draw my sword?
No, it was not the right time, and the opponent was a barbarian. Drawing my sword would not have a good effect. In the face of such a barbarian enemy, a one-handed sword was far less useful than a war hammer.
Retreat?
No, that wouldn't do either. The sacred thing about a battle between champions was that a victor had to be decided in this battle. Even taking a step back, if Leon really withdrew from the battle, his reputation and glory would definitely be tainted. Taking another step back, even if he successfully withdrew, what use would it be? The morale of the army would plummet, and the people of this city would lose their last bit of courage to fight against the barbarians.
What should I do? Father? His son emitted a silent indignation in his heart, and he suddenly felt that he had been treated unfairly.
Birig's attacks were heavier than the last, and Laing kept retreating. At this point in the battle, Birig had attacked seven or eight times, and Laing could barely fight back. Everyone who saw this could not help but cry. Feeling that victory was near, the barbarian soldiers roared loudly, intending to witness the moment of their chief's victory.
I did a lot, but I did not get anything.
In order to defeat the Doomsday Bull, I was seriously injured, and almost lost half of my life, but in the end, I got a cheap bottle of holy oil and a history of less than 500 words!
I helped my father obtain the relics of the ancient saint, and my father took away all the knowledge and energy of the ancient saint, leaving nothing for me!
I have always been alone, living alone, fighting alone, enduring the deep loneliness, and fighting alone until today!
But, who can understand me?
Laing gradually felt an indescribable anger engulfing his heart. He wanted to tear and destroy everything. The anger in Laing's heart was also reflected in Laing's movements. He did not know where the power came from, but it appeared in his arms. The White Wolf Knight used this power to barely repel Birig's attacks. The barbarian chief's strength had reached a critical point after a series of attacks. His attacks were slightly relaxed, and this gave Laing a chance to breathe.
No, this is not what I want. Laing immediately realized that he had lost control of his emotions. The Geno Prototype shook its head. He was one of the king's transcendent sons. What right did he have to feel sorry for himself? Did he not come to this world to stop The Moment of the End? You haven't even done anything yet, and you're already complaining to the heavens and earth?
His father's words appeared in his mind again.
"I have given you a world of freedom, my son, Laing."
That's right. Pain and suffering are all necessary steps on the road to growth. Only by experiencing them can I become stronger. In this dark age, in this dark world, I can't place my hopes on anyone else. The only thing I can rely on is myself!
Thinking of this, Laing felt a new power come out of his body. This was the rage of justice. The White Wolf Knight pulled himself together. The king's Geno Prototype was in his body. He had built up an indestructible confidence and an unyielding will.
I will not lose! Humans will not die!
At this time, time seemed to slow down. Everything was frozen. He could feel the air solidify. The barbarian chief in front of him disappeared. Or perhaps everything in the world had disappeared.
What appeared in front of Leon was a beautiful lakeside. Autumn leaves had fallen all over the lakeside, and a thick fog was spreading in the lake. Holy unicorns were roaming the forest, and forest fairies were singing to their hearts' content.
The fragrance of the earth, the tempting fragrance of flowers, the soft sunlight, and the clear lake water.
So beautiful! Laing could not help but admire such a beautiful scene. When he saw the figure standing by the lake, such a beautiful scene could no longer attract his attention.
A beautiful figure was standing by the lakeside. This woman had a beautiful face that made everything in the world pale in comparison. Her bright golden hair set off her perfect face and captivating blue eyes. A simple white Greek-style dress outlined her alluring figure. All kinds of golden jewelry and moon chains revolved around her body. A pair of flawless bare feet were suspended on the beach by the lakeside. The woman was facing Leon, and she revealed a faint smile. "You have proven your excellence to me, outsider from outside the Astral Domain."
"My lady!" Laing put his right hand on his chest and knelt down on one knee. He paid his respects to the goddess who had been fighting with chaos since she came to this world.
"I am very happy to hear you call me that. However, I hope to hear you call me 'my lady' more." The Lake Fairy held the Holy Grail and floated towards Laing at an extremely slow speed.
Laing's expression changed slightly. The White Wolf Knight thought of Yurik's ruthlessness and indifference, as well as the attention the goddess in front of him was paying to him.
In an instant, the White Wolf Knight made a decision. "I am willing to serve you! My lady! "
The Lake Fairy's eyes flashed with cunningness and delight at having her plan succeed. Her figure floated towards Laing and she extended a fair and slender hand. "I accept your loyalty, Laing. I have been watching your battle. You are brave, decisive, and full of wisdom. Most importantly, the precious spirit of chivalry has been reproduced in you and has been promoted. Continue to fight, brave knight. Expel evil from this continent. I will always watch you. May the powerful virtue of chivalry illuminate your path forward …"
At this point, the fairy in the lake suddenly pursed her lips and smiled. Everything in the world lost its color. "If the little tricks you used in the duel weren't so despicable, I might admire you even more. But … go. Go and destroy evil. I will bestow you with power!"
The Goddess's slender fingers slowly reached towards Laing. Laing subconsciously raised his right hand to receive it.
In the dazzling light and shadow, the fingertips touched.
The beautiful scenery and fairies in the lake faded away, and Leon's thoughts returned to the battlefield where gold and iron clashed. Time seemed to have only passed for a moment, and the one standing in front of Leon was still the ferocious barbarian chieftain. Once again, the barbarian chieftain chopped down with his battle axe, which contained the force of a thousand catties.
Was it an illusion?
No … No. There was a burning pain in his chest. The Lake Fairy's holy emblem was engraved on Laing's body through the Goddess's divine power. The Holy Grail symbol shone brightly on his chest.
With the blessing of the goddess, an unprecedented amount of energy burst out from the burning holy emblem and poured into Ryan's limbs and bones. The pain all over his body disappeared, and strength returned to him. An unparalleled fighting spirit was ignited in his chest.
A white pillar of light pierced through the sky. Its power was so strong that even Birig had to temporarily retreat. "What is this?"
"He advanced! He advanced in the middle of a battle?! " Emilia said in disbelief. "The last person who advanced in the middle of a battle was in the great Holy War 150 years ago …"
As soon as she finished speaking, the mercenary realized that she had said something she should not have said. She immediately shut her mouth.
However, Teresa did not notice. The woman's silver eyes were filled with joy and pride.
"Why am I not afraid of the demonic creatures? They are powerless against me. " Laing walked out of the pillar of light and stood in front of Birig again. His entire body was burning with white flames and dazzling white light. "Fall to the law, you degenerate scum."
"Do you think you can defeat me just by playing tricks?!" Birig was even more furious. The power from the Blood God continued to strengthen his filthy body. The Barbarian Chief attacked again.
"I was born in the darkness." Laing's battle hammer was burning with white flames. Just the heat from the hammer was enough to make Birig feel uneasy.
"In the light, I came to the world." The terrifying force from the hammer caused Birig's huge body to stagger. The Barbarian Chief was shocked to find that he no longer had the upper hand in terms of wrist strength.
"Stop babbling nonsense. The lowly humans of the south are always so disgusting. I'm going to crush your mouth now!" Birig felt that the white light from the knight not only stung his eyes but also burned his soul. The Barbarian Chief attacked repeatedly to interrupt Laing's mutterings. However, he could not break through Laing's defense.
On the contrary, the hammer smashed Birig's shield into pieces. The barbarian chieftain's round wooden shield was smashed into pieces by the hammer. Birig took a few steps back, and Ryan took this opportunity to reach out his right hand towards the barbarian chieftain.
Psionic Storm!
White lightning tore through reality and destroyed Birig physically and spiritually. The Barbarian Chief's body was charred black. His soul was burned by Laing's holy power in the subspace. The Barbarian Chief staggered back in pain. Laing quickly approached and hit Birig's chest with the head of the hammer. The sound of broken ribs could be heard clearly in the silent battlefield.
What was even more terrifying was that Birig was shaken.
A trace of fear suddenly arose. The barbarian chieftain no longer had the confidence to win. He suddenly felt that his body was full of exhaustion. His hands were sore and powerless. His waist was so stiff that he could not straighten up. The wound on his calf became extremely painful. His chest hurt so much that he almost could not breathe. He suddenly felt that perhaps he should temporarily avoid the frontline.
Behind this young man, a golden shadow appeared in Birig's eyes. He was filled with supreme majesty. The barbarian chieftain's body trembled subconsciously. He suddenly remembered the legend of the final battle on the Fasha Plains 150 years ago. At that time, the leader of the human alliance was also like this. His angry roar reverberated throughout the plains and the sky, reverberating through the mountains. The sharp sword in his hand could cut open anyone's chest. The army of Chaos kept retreating. The barbarians mixed in with the defeated soldiers and dragged out an ignoble existence. They were chased by the army of Order all the way until they hid in the North, burrowed deep into the ground, and struggled at death's door.
A trace of hesitation appeared on Birig's face. He did not know if he should continue this duel that he had no confidence in winning or choose to retreat.
It was this trace of hesitation that ended this epic duel.
The war hammer burning with platinum flames hit the Barbarian Chief's wrist. The huge war axe flew high into the sky. All the Barbarian soldiers watched their Barbarian Chief retreat one after another. Their faces were filled with fear and disbelief.
As soon as the war hammer landed, Laing's right hand clenched into a fist. The fist wrapped in blue flames smashed into the right side of Birig's face. The Barbarian Chief's face was like a pile of mud under the invincible iron fist. A few yellowish teeth flew out of his mouth. Birig's brain had been shaken into a paste under the tremendous force. He could no longer think.
The golden war hammer landed right on his head. There was a thunderous explosion.
The tall barbarian chieftain collapsed. Red blood flowed down from his head, and his life was quickly leaving his body. He raised his hand with great difficulty, but immediately put it down. Only his eyes, which were gradually losing focus, explained everything. He looked at his own blood flowing to the ground. He felt that the power he was so proud of was fading away along with his consciousness. Infinite darkness descended.
Birig's head was held in Laing's hand. His face was still filled with disbelief. The Barbarian soldiers around the battlefield were in disbelief. Then, they were shocked. Then, they were terrified. Finally, they fled like an avalanche. The Barbarian soldiers scattered in all directions. Laing stood on the same spot and coldly looked at the Barbarian army that was retreating until their formation collapsed.
"The Chief is dead! The Chief is dead!!! "The first Barbarian bandit threw down his weapon and began to flee.
"The Chief is dead!"
"Birig has failed!!"
"Run! Those Southerners are too strong! "
"The war is lost!"
The Barbarian army's formation collapsed. The avalanche effect began when the first Barbarian soldier threw down his weapon. Laing raised the head of the "Crushing Bear" Birig. Nord's army shouted victory loudly. Their figures were so tall that the Barbarians had lost all their fighting spirit and courage.
"The Chief is dead! Birig has been killed! He lost the duel! What should we do? " The Barbarian Champion, Culorin, was powerless to stop the large-scale escape of the Barbarian soldiers. They were like headless flies. They were utterly defeated and scattered. Even if the Barbarian Champions desperately tried to kill the deserters, it was useless.
"Retreat. We have fought until here. Our goal has been achieved. Retreat." The Barbarian Champions clustered around a mysterious man in a black robe. The mysterious man shook his head. "Although it is a pity that we did not advance further, rules are rules. The only rule we have to abide by is the duel between the champions. Retreat, retreat. We will not be able to take this port before tomorrow!"
The last of the Barbarian army retreated. The Nord army was powerless to chase after them. Their hero still leaned on his warhammer and looked in the direction of the Barbarian army's retreat. It was not until the Barbarian soldiers could no longer be seen that Laing slumped to the ground. His stamina had been exhausted.
Halfway through his collapse, a muscular figure rushed over and hugged him. It was Al Frey. The paladin's voice sounded like he was about to cry. His strong arms hugged Laing tightly. "Good friend! You won! "
"You won the duel between the champions! You killed the Champion of Chaos, 'Crushing Bear' Birig! You saved the people of this city!!! "Al Frey shook Laing's arm excitedly." You are the best! "
"Is that so?" Laing looked behind him weakly.
He saw the citizens and refugees of the city coming out of the city. They sang Laing's name loudly. The count led his guards to kneel on one knee and thank him for saving their city. The paladins gave him the highest salute, thanking him for saving countless lives from the flames of war and extinction.
I really did it.
From that day onwards, Laing's name spread across the entire continent. His glory was spread by bards and churches. His name began to be known by the people of the continent. His actions began to be watched by the gods.
Now, he was the hero of Nord.
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