"Ugh!" Aralos barely regained consciousness amidst the dust. The Wood Elf hero's mouth was filled with the taste of blood. His smooth hair was now a mess, and his body was covered in dust and debris. He spat out a mouthful of bloody saliva and tried to get up.
Aralos quickly realized that this should be a small human church. The inside had long been emptied because of the war. He seemed to have fallen near the hall. Rows of benches and bookshelves had been blown to pieces because of his fall. Smoke and dust were everywhere.
The Great Eagle fell at the other end of the hall. This proud beast was now in a pitiful state. It let out a low cry of pain. Its wings were broken, and its eyes were filled with pleading.
"Damn it!" As soon as Aralos stood up, the Khoraghank arrived. It stepped on the Great Eagle's body. The five-meter-tall Khoraghank with the face of a cow and eight goat horns unleashed its fury. It grabbed the Great Eagle's broken wings and tore them apart.
The Great Eagle screamed in despair. The Khoraghank tore the Great Eagle's wings off its body. Feathers and flesh splattered everywhere. Khoraghank laughed maniacally in satisfaction.
"How dare you!" Aralos witnessed his pet being torn apart by the Khorasan and dying in agony. Flames of fury burned in his chest. The Wood Elf hero stooped down, put his bow back on his back, and took out his scimitar and spear.
Aralos knew that ranged attacks couldn't deal enough damage to the Khoraghank. He had to rely on his scimitar and spear now.
The Khorne Great Demon Kaghank was also inspecting his spoils of war with satisfaction. He was the champion of the Wood Elf Queen Alaier's Chosen One, the Hero of Aralos. As a third-grade Great Demon, Kaghank was confident that if he could obtain the head of the Khorne before him, the Khorne Great Demon Kaghank would be satisfied and promote him to the second-grade.
In the shattered hall of the temple, Aralos' fighting spirit was ignited. He turned into a pure green shadow, and the green antler helmet on his head seemed even brighter. He held the green spear tightly in his hand, and the blade of his scimitar shone brightly. Aralos dashed toward the Khorne like an arrow released from a bow.
Khoraghank roared in excitement. He raised his battle axe and swung his brass whip at Aralos's side. The Wood Elf dodged the Khoraghank's attack with a small jump and dashed away at an unimaginable speed. When Khoraghank was about to attack Aralos's shoulder with his axe, the green spear pierced through his chest.
Blood flowed down the Khoraghank's body like lava. Khoraghank growled in pain, but he didn't slow down. The brass whip emitted the smell of blood and sulfur and flashed back, stopping Aralos's next attack and sending him flying into a pile of bookshelves. The Khoraghank spread his wings. Blood and flames gushed out of his mouth. Khoraghank understood.
The Wood Elf before him might be good in terms of fighting technique and speed, but his wrist strength and emotions weren't a match for Khoraghank.
As he thought about this, the bookshelves in the distance exploded. Aralos dashed towards Khoraghank again. His face was bloodthirsty and crazy. "For Lilith! For Azoloren! "
"For Khoraghank! For Khoraghank!" Khoraghank roared. The Khoraghank and the Wood Elf were engaged in a fierce battle. The green shadow and the crimson demon clashed crazily, almost turning the whole hall into ruins. Aralos did his best to show off the skills he had learned in this expedition. This allowed him to fight against the Khoraghank for the time being.
However, the Khoraghank who had been strengthened by the large-scale Chaos ritual was unprecedentedly powerful. The brass axe and the brass whip clashed with Aralos's weapon again and again. Every strike made the Green Spear in the Wood Elf's hand tremble. Khoraghank's attacks were getting more and more violent.
Finally, the Green Spear couldn't withstand the continuous strikes anymore. Khoraghank's great strength was like a hammer hitting an anvil, causing cracks to appear on the surface of the Green Spear. With a crisp sound, the Green Spear shattered. It had succumbed to the Khoraghank's fury.
Aralos quickly moved his body and tried to roll, but Khoraghank's brass whip wrapped around his leg. The Khoraghank laughed wildly and pulled hard. "Crack!"
Aralos was thrown under the Khoraghank uncontrollably. The Wood Elf raised his machete to block the Khoraghank's blood axe, but he couldn't stop Khoraghank's next strike. The Khoraghank's hoof stepped on Aralos' knee and twisted it.
Aralos' knee was crushed into pieces. The bone-piercing pain almost made him faint. The Wood Elf looked at the axe that was about to fall, and Lilith's figure flashed across his eyes.
His strength and blood continued to flow out, but his courage and anger continued to sublimate to the extreme. Blood flowed out of the corners of Aralos' eyes and nostrils. He shouted Lilith's name and waved the machete in his hand to continue fighting.
"One last strike. Gods of Aisley, please, let me strike once more for Lilith!"
Unfortunately, he had lost all his strength.
Was it over?
Aralos's prayer was not ignored. A thunderous roar came from the distant sky. "Elf boy! Ahhhh! I'm coming! "
"King of Kaderin, Agrim Ironfist is here!"
An orange meteor fell from the sky, and the injured Butcher King descended from the sky. The Dago's Axe in his hand drew a crimson trail in the air. Seeing this, the Khoroge was forced to give up on the final blow to Aralos. It kicked Aralos away, giving him no chance to fight back. Then, it quickly blocked the Butcher King's attack with its battle axe. Just like that, the two sides exchanged seven to eight blows in the air. Every time they clashed, there would be a small shockwave.
As expected of the King Butcher of the Dwarves. Despite being injured, Aggrimm-Ironfist was still able to fight against the Great Fear Demon that was at full strength. The clash between the two sides was even fiercer and fiercer than before. It was like a ball of fire crashing into another ball of fire.
Aralus hit his head on a protrusion on the wall where some farm tools were piled up. A sharp pitchfork hit the back of his head and almost killed him. Fortunately, his green antler helmet blocked the fatal blow for him.
The green light on the antler helmet seemed to be even more dazzling.
"Lilith, thank you!" Aralos had never been so grateful to Lilith for giving him this green helmet.
The wood elf hero was now lying on the ground, unable to get up. He quickly realized that the Butcher King's anger could not last long. He was injured, and even Agrim, who was best at close combat, was still inferior to the Khoraghank in terms of strength.
"Ironfist, you won't be able to defeat him if this goes on. We have to think of something!" Aralos's knee was crippled. The wood elf hero stood up with one leg in extreme pain.
"Pointy Ears, if you can still stand … Together … Beat this … bastard … There's no need to talk about … morality!" The Butcher King's voice was intermittent. He was busy fighting the Khoraghank. A large hole had been blasted in the wall of the hall. Aralos realized that the Butcher King's stamina was waning.
What should I do?
The wood elf hero looked around and suddenly noticed something above the church.
Aralos immediately took out an arrow from behind his back. He narrowed his eyes and aimed at the sky.
"Mortal, don't use your stupid …" At this moment, the Khoraghank finally seized the opportunity and lashed out with his whip to hook Agrim's leg. The Butcher King lost his balance and his Dagor's Axe was sent flying and embedded into the wall. He also fell into a pile of broken benches. Kaghank noticed that Aralos had raised his bow and let out a terrifying sneer. "I will tear your arrow to pieces!"
"Kunos' Arrow!" Three arrows were fired. The Khoraghank smirked and waved his axe, chopping two arrows into pieces. He meant that these arrows were useless.
However, the third arrow did not arrive as expected. Instead, it flew towards the broken ceiling of the church. There, there was a heavy chandelier made by the dwarves, and there were twenty to thirty dwarven lanterns that were still burning.
"What?"
The iron bar broke, and the large chandelier fell from the sky and smashed into the Great Demon's body. The Dwarven Lantern shattered, and a large amount of Dwarven Lantern oil poured onto Kagerhank's body. Very quickly, the Great Demon's body was set ablaze. Kagerhank was stunned by this accident, and half of his body was covered in flames. He howled in pain, but he couldn't see anything and couldn't escape from the flames.
"Now!" Aralos pulled out his scimitar and threw it with the last of his strength. "Short Legs! Take it! "
"Roger!" Agrim Ironfist endured the pain of his wound and overcame the feeling of exhaustion. He grabbed the scimitar thrown by Aralos. The Butcher King took a deep breath and chanted the holy name of the Dwarven God of War, Grimnir. "Grimnir, Father of War, God of Butchers, please grant me strength!"
Crimson light and flames appeared around the Butcher King. A scorching airflow wrapped around Agrim's body. The Butcher King bounced up from the ground like a spring. He gripped the Green Leaf Scimitar tightly with both hands and pointed it downwards.
The orange meteor fell quickly. The Butcher King's last strength and his weight went straight for Kaghank.
"Die!"
The Green Leaf Scimitar sank deep into the Chaos Demon's head, splitting the eight pillars insignia on the Khorasan's head in half. Only the handle of the scimitar was left outside. The Butcher King immediately let go of the handle and jumped to the side.
Flames and the Chaos Demon's boiling blood exploded like lava. Kaghank clutched his head. Khorasan let out a deafening roar. He could not believe that he had been defeated!
The Chaos Demon's blood melted the scimitar. The Chaos Demon frantically covered the wound with his hands, trying to stop the bleeding. However, lava-like blood continued to spurt out from between his fingers. Kaghank fell to the ground and gradually lost his strength. He could only watch as the Butcher King retrieved Dagor's Axe that was embedded in the wall.
"Die for me!"
The Chaos Demon's head was chopped off by the axe. The Butcher King raised the Chaos Demon's head with its eyes wide open. The Chaos Demon's lifeless eyes and tongue made him look less imposing. Now that the Khorasan was disintegrating, it was time for him to go back to where he belonged.
"I've failed again!" Throwing away the demon head, the Butcher King spat out a mouthful of saliva. The wound on his back was burning with pain. Fortunately, his spine wasn't injured. Agrim Iron Fist quickly ran to Aralos's side and checked his injuries. "Elf boy, you look terrible right now."
Aralos was already paralyzed on the ground. His face twisted into a ball. "That … that's also …"
"That's also what?" The Butcher King asked. "Speak slowly, I'll listen patiently."
"That's also only one!" The Wood Elf used the last of his strength to shout. "Only one!"
"Oh ho! The Elf boy looks fine. He even knows how to count! "
"I won't die even if you die, stinky shorty!"
The Wood Elf and the Dwarf Butcher King looked at each other and smiled. At that moment, they suddenly had a feeling that they couldn't defy each other.
This was the first time the Elves and Dwarves had this feeling after thousands of years.
Unfortunately, in just a few seconds, a heavy sound came from outside, causing their smiles to disappear.
Aralos finally made up his mind. He took out the berry wine brewed from the Oak of Time's Spring of Life that Aleil had given him. The refreshing wine forcibly stabilized his injuries and recovered a small part of his strength.
Outside the church, the scenery outside was despairing.
In just one and a half hours, the defenders of Ubus City Gate and Uthas City Wall had been beaten to a pulp. Without Aralos and Agrim holding the line, the battle was now under the control of the Army of Chaos. In many places, only one or two nobles of the Empire were still stubbornly resisting with tens of soldiers, protecting the flag of Auster.
This was a battlefield, a place where the unyielding will and soul of humans gathered. In some places, all the commanders had died in battle, but the halberd soldiers and sword and shield soldiers were still holding on. They were completely numb. Perhaps many of them were ready to meet the Grim Reaper Moore.
"Boom!" The city gate collapsed under the fierce attack of the giant battering ram. The Warriors of Chaos rushed in like a tide. The moment the city gate collapsed, the Army of Chaos couldn't help but let out a triumphant laugh. The praises of the God of Darkness drowned out the cries of the mortals.
The Army of Chaos originally thought that victory was within reach after breaking through the city gate, but they soon realized that they were ridiculously wrong.
The steam tanks rumbled from behind the city gate. A steam cannon shot blasted tens of Warriors of Chaos into pieces. In addition, the two gun battalions fired a round of shots. As white smoke rose into the sky, the first wave of Army of Chaos that rushed in fell to the ground.
"Come on, come on. Next, I'll show you the backbone of the men of Auster!" Viscount William led the Indigo Raiders and were all ready. The viscount looked extremely crazy. "Come on! Chaos playthings, come to your Grandpa William and eat my axe! "
The arrival of Aralos reignited some hope in the defenders. Although the Army of Chaos had begun to rush down the city wall stairs and into the streets, the dwarf butchers killed all these "lucky ones" one after another. Aralos reorganized his Gray Coat team. The wood elves were now in a scattered formation, firing at the enemy on the other side of the city gate.
It seemed that the defenders could still rely on the power of the steam tanks to hold on for a while. A loud dragon's roar echoed throughout the city!
"Dragon!" Under the might of the dragon, the defenders screamed and fled in fear!
The Chaos Demonic Dragon Stratescu – The Great One had joined the battlefield!
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