There was a reason why Kislöw's army was late.
It turned out that Rokossovski's judgement was accurate. The believers of Sin were indeed tired of the long siege, so they went to have their own party. But the believers of Khorasism were different. These guys didn't have skulls or fresh blood to hunt, and they were forced to listen to Aislin's orders. They were already filled with anger, and they couldn't find a place to vent it. Soon, the camp in the forest became a bloody arena.
The Blood God never asked where the blood came from. There was once a Khoranist group that wreaked havoc in the Empire's Tarabek territory. Two Khoranists shared the glory of the King of Skulls. In the end, the vice commander received an oracle from the Khoranists to kill the commander.
Therefore, when Rokossovsky led Kislev's army to the edge of the camp of the Chosen One of Khorasan, Skar – Blood Rage, none of the Khorasan followers noticed them. Everyone was killing each other.
Even so, Kislöw's army took a long time to finish the battle. The Khoranists would not admit defeat like the Satanists. Even if they could not win, they would fight to the bitter end. The Khoranists, the Khoranists, challenged Kislöw's army alone. In the end, he was stabbed dozens of times and fainted before being dragged away by his guards.
The Noskans were at a loss. Even Aislin's powerful guards, the Octagonal Star, did not know what to do. They were surrounded by enemies from three directions. No one knew who to prioritize and who to leave their backs to. The Noskans relied on their weak tribe and faith to maintain the most basic command system. Now that their command system was in chaos, they kept retreating until there was nowhere to run.
Madam Kisler took this opportunity to sweep through the enemy like a whirlwind. They killed every barbarian they saw. Many champions of Chaos and barbarians also died at the hands of the vengeful knights who were eager to prove themselves. The two Holy Grails, Duke Bodrick and Marquis Tulas, killed several champions of Chaos and barbarians one after another.
"Oh, what a great day! This must be Valaya's blessing! I'm going to use my flintlock to open a hole in these barbarians!" Little Sol Green, the eldest son of Belegar, smashed the calf of a Chaos Warrior with the butt of his rifle, and then shot his own Vengeance Rifle against his helmet.
"Purge! Hatred!" The Northka Dwarven Supreme Monarch's battle axe was deeply embedded in the head of a Barbarian champion. Togarde's voice was filled with bone-deep hatred, "Today, the Northka Dwarves will be biss!"
The number of Norskas was gradually reduced to five thousand, while the rest were the elites. The Norskas gradually retreated. The human and dwarf alliance wanted to advance, but everyone was already exhausted. The Brittanians were not acclimatized to the climate, and their stomachs were famished. They could no longer withstand the cold. Kislev's army had also experienced a bitter battle. The battle gradually stopped, and the human and dwarf alliance surrounded the Norskas in their camp, seizing the time to distribute rations to satisfy their hunger.
At this moment, everyone's attention was focused on the battle between the champions in the camp.
The two heroes of their respective races could now fight wholeheartedly. Everything in the world had disappeared, and now only the two of them were left in the camp.
"Your army has collapsed, Northerner. You and your evil god have abandoned you. Your story will end today, under my sword." Kalad's voice was cold. He was testing how much power the Supreme Monarch of Norsika had not shown.
"Is that so? You don't understand, cowardly southerner. " Aislin gasped for breath. The confrontation between the two formed hundreds of wind blades. Both of them were attacking fiercely. "You're not weak. I don't understand. Why do you believe in that mysterious witch who hides at the bottom of the lake all day? You haven't embraced true civilization. You're not worthy of being the Hound God or the Snake God. "
"… The Lady will lead me and Brittany to victory." Kalad was also panting. This battle was destined to be a high-intensity duel. The two peerless warriors used all they had learned in their lives, and they used their strongest killing moves. Every attack of Count Garamente was enough to kill a Rik Guard, but it could only make Aislin take a step back. Every move of the Supreme Monarch of Norsika was enough to make the entire Nord army tremble, but it only made a few sparks on Kalad's sword.
Both sides didn't slack off at all. Swords and axes clashed like waves of blood filling the sky. Durandale's holy radiance illuminated the battlefield. The two combatants transformed into blurry phantoms with thunderous momentum. Their every clash echoed with the sonorous clangs of metal. Their every movement was like searching for the key point in an intricate maze.
"The future is endless darkness. The True God is destined to destroy the world! The resistance of mortals is futile. The only way to survive is to become the Demon Prince and become the servant of the Lord! " Aislin roared. At the same time, the Chaos Rune Demon Sword in his hand swung out a sea of blood. The Blood Axe chopped down with the force of a landslide, blasting the solid snow and earth below the camp into debris. "You'll never know the power of the True God of the North. Those weak Gods of the South? Laughable, pathetic! "
Kalad dodged the Blood Axe's chop. Durandale's sword tip parried the Chaos Rune Demon Sword's fierce attack. With a backhand strike, he forced Aislin to retreat. He showed a mocking expression. "Just like Egil – Redeye? Just like Tarim Khan? What a great Chaos God Champion! I'm so scared! Or the number one demon under Tzeentch? Carlos – Weaver of Fate? "
Aislin roared angrily. He spun around on the spot and turned into a destructive whirlwind. "Whirlwind Slash!"
The Chosen of the Four Gods of Chaos danced wildly. Everything around him was turned into debris under his attack. Many pieces of wood and snow bloomed in the smoke and dust, turning into a distorted winter scenery. The two of them quickly dispersed the distorted scenery like an exhaust fan. Kalad dodged continuously with his exquisite footwork. Then, he raised his sword and stabbed into Aislin's gauntlet.
The gauntlet shattered and the sword pierced into his forearm. This was the first drop of blood in this battle.
Aislin did not stop attacking. The Chosen of the Four Gods of Chaos spun faster. He concentrated all his strength and twisted his body to the limit under Kalad's incredulous gaze. Then, the Blood Axe swept across the shin armor on Kalad's calf. The Grimnir Master-grade armor made by the Dwarven Rune Master Craftsmen was also shattered by Aislin's supreme strength. Several cracks appeared on the surface of the vibranium and broke. Kalad suddenly felt the pain of broken bones, forcing him to take a step back.
But fortunately, this burning pain meant that it was a hard injury. His calf was not injured.
The two of them fought again. It was as if the whole camp, the whole Growald Forest, and the whole land of Kislöw were witnessing this battle. Under the extremely cold snowy sky of January, on the frozen surface of the Claw Sea, the battle between Kalad and Aislin continued.
After a round of fierce battle, Kalad very keenly discovered that Aislin's physical strength and injuries were recovering at a very fast speed. Blessed by the Four Gods of Chaos, he was absorbing all of Kalad's attacks like a sponge and looking for an opportunity to counterattack. The chaotic energy field on his body was constantly flashing, as if mocking the mortals for overestimating themselves.
On the other hand, even if Kalad was the Great Holy Grail of the Holy Realm, his stamina was not limitless. In this incomparably violent confrontation, both sides' stamina was quickly depleted. However, Aislin recovered faster than Kalad. Kalad waved his Durandale non-stop. He knew that Aislin was trying to drag him into a quagmire, and he would never let Aislin succeed.
"You are indeed a warrior. Very few people can let me taste a battle of this level. I heard that you defeated Ulfric. Very good." Aislin said in between the battle. Many beads of sweat dripped from the Supreme King Noska's forehead, mixed with blood. "I will treasure your skull and prove that you are a great opponent."
"You too." Kalad panted heavily. Count Garament agreed with Aislin's point of view. "This proves that the lady's love for me is not inferior to your evil god. I will end your story here."
"Let me say it again. That witch who hides at the bottom of the lake all day is not a true god. There are only four true gods in the subspace." Aislin's chaotic rune magic sword whistled past Kalad's cheek, cutting off a strand of hair from his temples. "How dare a fake cricket compete with a true god?"
"There is no such thing as a fake cannot win against a real one." Kalad seemed to have given up arguing with Aislin. Around them, everyone on the battlefield stopped, waiting for the outcome of the battle. Count Garament launched another attack. His swordsmanship was superb. Aislin's dual-wielding defense could not completely block Kalad's attack. "Just like you to Motekin."
Hearing Kalad's words, the blood-red eyes in Aislin's helmet suddenly flickered. He seemed to be stung. Kalad immediately seized the opportunity. He used Durandale to block the chaotic rune magic sword and went straight for Aislin's neck. Aislin was shocked and hurriedly dodged, but the sword still left a bleeding wound on his chest. It was the wound that was once blasted open by Bagration with the power of three gods.
Aislin's expression was very painful. He hurriedly retreated and forced Kalad back with his battle axe.
"You will never win, not until the last son of Brittania has fallen!" Kalad roared. "We will drive you back to where you belong under the leadership of His Majesty Laing! You don't deserve anything other than the wasteland and the endless cold! "
"Shut up!!!" Aislin was also very angry. Were the Noska people willing to live in the snow and barren wasteland of the Noska mountains all year round? That was not their choice! Most of the Noska people were driven there because of their belief in Chaos. This had always been a pain in the hearts of all the Noska people!
Anger brought Aislin strength. His sword and axe took advantage of the gap between Kalad's attacks to launch a counterattack. The rune magic sword focused on Kalad's abdomen, leaving a deep sword mark on the surface of the armor. Kalad was forced to retreat but could not block Aislin's fierce attack. The earth-shattering attack immediately launched a second time. This time, Kalad's plate armor shattered. The sound of the impact brought by Aislin was accompanied by the fragments of the armor flying into the air. Kalad's abdomen was pierced by Aislin, and a seven-centimeter-long wound was also cut on Aislin's face by Kalad!
Colorful flames appeared on Aislin's body. The Supreme King of Noska was getting stronger in his fury, and the injury made Kalad's movements slow. The Great Holy Grail tasted rust in his mouth. His muscles were sore, and his hands were trembling slightly. Count Garament knew that the outcome was about to be decided. His heart was beating wildly. The scene of Uhles dying in battle vaguely appeared in front of his eyes.
No! I will not fail here! Never!
Uhles! Please protect me!
Kalad got into his stance and waited for Aislin's attack.
The Supreme King of Noska had turned into the will of a god walking in the mortal world. Everything he passed by turned into nothingness. The mysterious veil between the subspace and the real world was torn apart in the mortal world. He was like a huge cannonball that had just been fired, heading straight for Kalad.
Come! Kalad steadied himself and deliberately revealed a flaw.
In his fury, Aislin had lost the ability to think carefully. He followed the flaw that Kalad revealed and attacked fiercely. His battle axe could chop off the head of the person in front of him. If the opponent wanted to exchange a life for a life, then come. Aislin had absolute confidence in the colorful flames on his body. That was a gift from the God of Chaos!
At the moment when the two weapons clashed, Kalad's hand gently touched the vibrating gold rune ring that belonged to Silverbeard. The runes on the vibrating gold ring quickly lit up. The Supreme King of Noska immediately saw his mortal enemy in front of him. He opened his mouth and spoke in the ancient and obscure language of the ancient dwarves. It was a decree from the main god of the dwarves, Granny.
The decree worked. In an instant, the colorful flames on Aislin's body twisted and were sucked into Silverbeard's body. They were firmly locked, sealed, and restrained. Whether the flames took the shape of dogs, crows, eagles, or snakes, they could not escape for the time being. Silverbeard's heroic spirit endured great pain and thus turned into nothingness.
Then, Kalad began to swing his sword in an arc. A perfect arc. Under the blessing of the ancestral heroic spirit of the dwarves, Kalad had never felt that his swordsmanship was so perfect.
"Let's settle this once and for all!!!"
In the next second, a skyrocketing explosion and smoke shrouded the place where the two of them stood. Debris and snowflakes fell from the sky like raindrops. Large amounts of blood spurted out from the battlefield, but no one knew whose blood it was. Perhaps it was both of them. The earth of Kislöw let out a deafening roar. Even the snowflakes falling from the sky drifted away due to the duel between the two.
Who won? Everyone's eyes were fixed on the smoke and dust.
The ashes stirred and the smoke and dust dispersed. A staggering figure stood up with great difficulty.
His footsteps were unsteady and he was severely injured. His armor was damaged everywhere, but he still stood up proudly. In his hand was a huge head dripping with blood. He raised it high in front of everyone.
His hoarse roar resounded throughout the battlefield. The mountains trembled and the stars trembled.
"In the name of the Lady! Supreme King Noska, Chosen One of the Four Gods of Chaos, Commander of the Noska Mountain Army, Valmir Aislin!!! "
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