Chapter 925, Brilliant Victory

On the battlefield, the Norscans were routing, having lost all their cavalry in a foolish charge, and at that moment, the first band of wolves had barely landed on the docks before being shrunk by artillery fire. Going back, the entire Norsca World Walker Legion has been blocked in the small town of Chantillon, under the pressure of Britannia's artillery fire, and it can't be used on the beach at all!

The World Walker Legion is in urgent need of a leader who can give orders and reorganize the army, because any champion of evil gods can only command the army under his own god at most, and treat other god believers with an extremely disgusting and repulsive attitude. Dou is already out for the sake of looting together.

The cooperation of the Norscans was terrible. They gradually retreated under the salvo of artillery fire and muskets, crossbow bolts, and longbows.

At this time, Ulfric, the only one who can order and reorganize the entire legion, is still in a duel with Calad. The two sides have been fighting for more than four hours. Ulfric, who is obsessed with singles, no longer cares about his own legion. Now, he now feels that he is at the pinnacle of his life: "Fighting with you is really addictive! King of Knights!"

"..." Both of them had adjusted their state to the best at this time. Callard didn't say a word. He understood Ulfric's words, and the figure of Earl Garrament almost turned into a The afterimage of the movement, the embers of flames and the sound of explosions burst out from the confrontation between the two sides. In the field where the two champions are dueling, the original terrain has been completely destroyed, and now they are continuing their duel in a patch of potholes. .

"Come on, keep entertaining me!" Ulfric bellowed impudently.

Karard dodged Ulfric's attack again. At this time, even the Great Holy Grail of the Sanctuary could feel his physical strength begin to decline. After receiving the Holy Grail, he never felt a strange experience. Count Garrament's heart also burned with endless flames and power, and his whole body was gradually enveloped by pure golden flames and the light of the lake god.

Similarly, Ulfric on the opposite side has also undergone changes. The smell of the sea, ice and snow, and endless killing blood surrounded the wanderer, and even dozens of champion warriors and giant beasts appeared on Ulfric. Poor remnant souls, they became the spiritual food and strength blessing of the homeless in the screams. Ulfric's body was tall, and his height had reached more than 2.4 meters.

"Bind and enslave the souls of the dead and the defeated and strengthen your own strength?" Karard finally made a surprised voice: "What kind of blasphemy is this?"

"It seems that we have all finished our warm-up exercises." Ulfric's distorted expression was like a tangle of muscles: "Come on, King of Knights!"

Almost at the same time, the expressions of Callard and Ulfric all turned hideous: "We will win!"

The golden light collided with the blue-black light, and everything within ten meters around was reduced to ashes.

"Huh ha ha ha! That's it, I can't quit the champion duel! This is the fight I want!" Ulfric roared with satisfaction: "The one who can match me to this level is the real one." The championship match! This is the championship match of my dreams!"

The two sides continued the epic duel, and at this time, the Krona army led by Lawn himself had arrived at the scene. The regent of the kingdom frowned and watched the duel between Karard and Ulfric, but then focused on On the battlefield of Chantillon.

Behind him, more than a dozen Holy Grail Knights from the Korona branch of the Holy Grail Knights lined up. There are three lake god prophets, and the leader of the lake god prophet is Helene Messier. She galloped to Lawn's side: "A championship match is underway, and Karard is fighting alone."

"Kalad is the unparalleled warrior of the kingdom, he will never walk alone." Lawn pulled out the sword of Korona from his waist, and he raised the artifact sword: "Knights of Brittania!"

"In!" Behind Lawn,

A dozen Grail Knights, hundreds of Kingdom Knights, and many more Ranger Knights echoed Lawn's words loudly.

"Go to support the Karad army! Guard our city and home, guard the land that the goddess has given us!"

"For Ladies and Kings, for Britannia!!!"

A thunderous clamor sounded from one side of the battlefield, and the charging wall and steel torrent formed by the knights reappeared. Under the personal leadership of the kingdom's regent Lawn, the knights of Korona marched forward bravely.

Tzeentch's chosen Ejik wanted to do the same thing again, ordering the Norscans to take the spear line again, but this time the knights had the cooperation of infantry and artillery, and the Norscans had just concentrated into a dense array, and faced The coming muskets and artillery tore them to pieces, and then the holy grail knights led the team in person, smashing into the ranks of the barbarians like a giant hammer.

The Norscan team was penetrated, the lance pierced the barbarian marauder's chest, the horseshoe crushed the barbarian's head, and the sword blade cut through the strange-shaped chaos helmet. Even stronger power.

On the other side, the green knights also led the defeated ranger knights to come. Now the blood courage and youth have returned, and the young ranger knights vowed to defend the glory and wash away the shame.

The barbarians have almost completely collapsed, Tzeentch God Chosen Ejik-the maze warden angrily cast magic, blue flames spewed out from the void, bombarding the three ranger knights and a kingdom knight closest to him A wriggling mass of pink flesh, he then summoned a terrifying torrent of metal from the void: "Ultimate Alchemy!"

But this time, he met his opponent, and the three lake gods and prophets jointly cast a spell: "Divine art, the glory of the goddess!"

Ejik's spellcasting was hindered, and the metal torrent he summoned killed more than a dozen knights and knight retinues—the effect was not bad, but far less than expected.

The defeated soldiers can't help Tzeentch's Chosen continue to cast spells. With three directions attacked at the same time, the Norscans have lost the battle. They are torn, cut and wiped out on a large scale. Ejik - Labyrinth Warden He is trying to enlist the help of the "Beasts of the Horde" champion warriors, but he soon finds out that these cowards are not willing to die to protect themselves, but flee instead!

Tzeentch Godchosen pulled out his sword, he swung his sword angrily, the demonic weapon tore open the space, absorbing and storing the wind of chaos until released, the blade cut the first An oncoming knight-errant cut his man and horse into two, and then slashed back with his sword. The sword in the chest of a knight of the kingdom was picked off from the horse and thrown out again.

More than a dozen knights and knight entourages fell to death in front of Ejik. Tzeentch raised his head and found that the Norscans had all collapsed. They scrambled to flee to the dragon boat fleet, and the dragon boats that had not had time to land on the shore even The retreat has already begun!

Ejik roared again, saying that the people under his command were all rubbish, the deafening voice was full of anger and contempt, but this could not change his guards evaporated under the knight's lance, sword and iron hooves.

Tzeentch Godchosen tried to retreat, but his figure had already been locked by the knights, and the three lake god prophets chanted spells at him respectively, the unlucky crows, the crackling lightning bolts, and the thorns that suddenly appeared on the ground Shroud Ejik and mark him out.

Ejik drove the wind of chaos, drove the crows away, turned the lightning bolt into a cloud of water vapor, and burned the thorns to ashes, but before he could catch his breath, another knight rushed up, and he immediately stabbed the enemy with his sword. Come to the kingdom knight's cross helmet and throw him away. Tzeentch Godchosen is still trying to plan the escape route, and the lance from behind pierces its chest.

It was a Holy Grail knight. His lance with burning golden flames penetrated the defense of Tzeentch's God Chosen. Tzeentch's God Chosen was furious and grabbed the lance and dragged the Holy Grail Knight off his horse and flew it directly. The Holy Grail The knight's body flew more than 50 meters and hit the city wall of Chantillon, shattering the surface of the city wall.

Ejik knew that most people would have had their internal organs ruptured and died in such a fall, but this was only a minor injury to the Holy Grail Knight. It didn't have time to think about it. The sword—the blade of pain pierced its chest, and the powerful force within the sword made a mess of the chaotic wind in Ejik's body. Tzeentch looked down at the sword on his chest, and the green sword was engraved with ancient The rune's blade of pain pierced everything about him, and Ejik knelt down, panting in pain: "Yes, it's you, you are..."

The Green Knight jumped off his horse, staring at Tzeentch's Chosen with his green eyes, without saying a word, and behind him was the battlefield where the Norscans were completely defeated and slaughtered by the knights.

"Ugh!" The Green Knight's power is something Tzeentch's God's Chosen can't compete with. Ejik wants to reach out and hold the blade of pain piercing his chest, but the Green Knight draws out the sword, and the blade flips twice like a phantom , Ejik's arms were all cut off, Tzeentch God Chosen struggled and said: "I am just one of the countless messengers of my lord, mortals, you are doomed to fail, you are doomed to fall under the might of my lord , all this is just the beginning of everything, the end will come, everything about you will be forgotten by everyone, everything you know will be erased from history, no one dares to resist the great four God, no!"

"Not now," said the Green Knight icily, swinging the Blade of Pain, and the head of Tzeentch's Chosen flew from his shoulders: "Never shall the last Son of Britannia fall, meeting!"

Ejik's head flew out and rolled several times on the ground. Surprisingly, Tzeentch's God Chosen did not seem to have died. Pieces of wings and sharp eagle claws suddenly grew out from under his head. .

The head fell to the ground, the eagle's claws fluttered, and it spread its wings to fly.

"Go to hell!" Faster than the wings is the sword of the kingdom's regent, Raun. The sharp Krona sword is full of sacred power from the fairy in the lake. The blade pierces and penetrates Ajik His head, the holy purification power made a sound like boiling oil in a hot pan, hissing non-stop, Ejik's face showed an extremely distorted expression, as if he wanted to scream but couldn't, the eyes in his eyes The blue flame gradually shrinks.

"Son of Brittania, but will not give in to chaos, never." Lawn continued to push the blade forward vigorously until the blade touched the bone, and the flames in Tzeentch's eyes were finally extinguished.

The Norse were utterly devastated.

"Boom!" At the scene of the champion duel, as Calad's Durandal fell again, the outcome of this duel was finally close to being clear.

With a crackling sound, Ulfric's shield was shattered, and the wanderer tried to regain his footing, but he was knocked to the ground by Karard's next blow without his shield.

"You and your legion have failed!" Calad told the ending of the battlefield in golden light and flames: "And you will also fail here."

"Failure? It doesn't matter." Ulfric's thigh was bleeding. It was Durandal's sword that cut the muscle on his thigh. The painful wanderer also knew that he and his vanguard army were defeated. Depending on the situation, the loss in this battle is not small, six thousand people? Eight thousand people? Ten thousand people?

The wanderer didn't care: "This is the battle between the warriors. It seems that today I can only fight here. Although I still want to fight with you, but unfortunately, I still have the task bestowed on me by the true god. One battle, you won, but I will come back again and challenge you, I swear!"

"You still think you can escape?" Callard sneered. Following his words, Durandal's sword tip pierced the wanderer's waist, and Callard kicked Ulfric away.

"Why not!" Ulfric backed away, enduring the pain, distanced himself from Karad, and stretched out his hand towards the sky.

"Boom~ boom boom!" A huge dragon ship warship appeared in the sky along the wind of chaos. It was the flagship of the wanderer, The Hague!

A rope fell from the Hague, and Ulfric reached out and grabbed the rope, followed the Hague and flew straight into the sky, forcibly leaving the battlefield.

"What?" Callard looked at this scene in disbelief.

This is unreasonable? Dragon boats can actually fly?

However, chaos will talk to you about rationality? The count of Garrament finally lowered his sword, and he looked at the town of Chantillon and the plain of Couronne.

With the charge of the knights led by Lawn and the Green Knights, coupled with the advance of the infantry regiment and the bombardment of the artillery, the Norscans were forced to retreat. They left more than 8,000 corpses behind, and the rest of the dragon boat fleet panicked. They escaped from the pier and headed towards the ocean. In the end, those war mammoths and Norse giants were forced to retreat without finding a chance to land.

Ulfric, the commander of the Worldwalker Legion, was injured, and Tzeentch's chosen Ejik was killed.

This battle belongs to Brittania's victory!

"Victory! Victory! Victory!" The cheers erupted from the knights and soldiers shook the world. It was a sweet victory. The Britannia side only paid about 2,000 casualties, and most of them were that time. Failed knight charge leads to.

"We will never stop, hope remains, soldiers, my brothers!" Callard announced that he had won the championship match surrounded by everyone, and the Holy Grail raised his fist: " With warriors as strong as you and with us, Britannia, we will never yield to the darkness, we will never stop until the forces of destruction are shattered, until we have won the final victory! "

The roar of the army is deafening, and everyone is shouting victory, especially for the knights. There is nothing more glorious than defending the country.

In the chaotic battlefield after the war, amidst the cheers of victory, Lawn walked up to Karard: "Good job, you persisted until our arrival."

"This is just the beginning." Calad was a little tired, he panted: "Phew~ I noticed that many of the enemy's troops were defeated without even joining the battlefield. How many enemies have we eliminated? A quarter? At most three points one."

"That's right, it looks like this is just the beginning." Lawn also put away his smile, and he put the Korona sword into the scabbard: "We must inform His Majesty the King of this news and the order for help as soon as possible!"

"This is not a temptation, this is a harbinger of a full-scale invasion!"

"We must call for reinforcements and prepare for all-out war!"

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