Chapter 319 God's Chosen Champion Vs. God's Chosen Champion
On the plain, the armies fought, and among the chaotic armies, the champions met.
Ryan held the hammer in both hands. He took a deep breath and silently looked at Egil Steelbjorn, who was covered in blood-red plate armor, like the blood god descending into the world, and looked at his tall and invincible figure. Spikes and hoops were strewn with skulls, including that of Ulles.
The Fairy of the Lake's chosen champion knows he must not be careless, or he will end up with these losers.
And Egil was also looking at Ryan.
This young man is about 1.85 meters tall, and looks much shorter than his 2.4 meters. He holds a golden griffin warhammer in his hand, wears an exquisite plate armor, and hangs the Holy Grail Knight Commander on his chest. badge.
The false gods in the lake... God's Chosen Champion? It's just a warrior at the pinnacle of legend, and his breathing is unstable, which is a sign of an imminent breakthrough, Egil thought so.
On the surface, Ryan's strength is not even as good as Jules, but Egil has never been an idiot. He knows that the fairy in the lake will not make such a young man her God's Chosen Champion for no reason. Under a series of feats, this young man must have his own excellence.
The encounter between the two champions of God made the troops automatically get out of the way. Both the barbarians and the Bretons attach great importance to the champion duel. Once the champions meet, the army will automatically make way for them to duel.
"One after another, one after another, Bretons, do you know how many mortals I have eliminated? How many powerful enemies have I eliminated? Dragon demons were beheaded by me, sea monsters were heartbroken by me, countless chaotic champions died by my hands , Your proud knight commander has also become my collection." Egil's face was grim, and just behind him, the barbarians were completely defeated.
"One after another, one after another, Scalins, do you know how many evils I have wiped out? Chaos Champion Bireg, Khorne Champion Deathtaker, Nurgle, and now you are not short of a Khorne God's Chosen Champion." Ryan had a slight sarcasm on his face: "What about your physically disabled master? Is his butt stuck to his toilet?"
"Ah!" Egil felt that just a few words from Ryan made him feel angry. He is the God-chosen champion of Khorne, and he couldn't bear Ryan's irony of his beliefs. Glory to Khorne!
The Chosen Champion of Khorne wasn't a particularly good talker, and he decided to cut the crap out of it.
Egil raised the hell tomahawk and pointed it at Ryan's face. Ryan also knew that he could only take advantage of words, and everything had to be measured on the battlefield.
"Huh~" A gust of wind with a strong smell of blood blew over Ryan and Egil's body. The Chosen Champion of Khorne knew that his army would fail here, but he would not fail.
He would take the head of Llane, and he would fight from the Host, and sail back to Scalins with his son.
Now, Lane and Egil face to face, both the most honored warriors of their respective countries, the objects of favor of their gods, the pride of their own race, and their stories will liven for hundreds of thousands of years in the songs of the northern barbarians and Brittany. among the ballads of Asia.
This is true immortality, their stories will be passed down in this world for a long time after they passed away, until the end of the years, the duel between the two God-chosen champions will become an immortal epic, obviously only one of them can survive.
Egil first launched a berserk attack on Ryan. The hell tomahawk in his hand cut the sound barrier in the air like a whirlwind, tearing up the space, and the gale gale went straight to Ryan's head.
Lane stepped back slightly, dodging Egil's attack.
In the other hand, Garm, the hell-axe, continued to pound Lion's chest.
Ryan retreated again, dodging Egil's attack again.
Next, Ryan seemed to have been prepared. He turned over and avoided Egil's axe before it was cut off.
Egil's onslaught again missed.
Next, Egil launched a berserk attack like a whirlwind, but Ryan did not take the initiative to fight him at all. He was like a loach, and seemed to have anticipation of Egil's attack beyond ordinary people, no matter how Egil tried. Ryan quickly dodged the attack.
"??? Damn southerner, face me!" Khorne's chosen champion has never faced this kind of battle. He has fought against the ancient dragon demon, and he has also fought against the giant of chaos. He has once stood up to Tzeentch. The wizard's magic beheaded the opponent, but he had never encountered such an opponent who only knew how to avoid his own attack: "Face me! Ryan Malcador! Are you a knight like this?"
"Hmph!" Ryan's mouth curled up, with a sneer on his face: "Keep attacking! Disabled, even I can't beat you, you are considered the God's Chosen champion of Khorne? I often fight against the demon prince of Khorne. I have never seen such a weak God's Chosen Champion."
"Ughhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" Egil roared, and the whispering battle ax in his hand drew bloody hurricanes one after another, and a big tree was broken in two. Ryan easily dodged again, and he rolled to avoid the scorching heat The ax blade, then trotted a few steps, and dodged Egil's attack again.
"Boom!" A big rock was chopped to pieces by Egil, and the gravel splashed everywhere. Taking advantage of Ryan's unstable landing, Egil finally attacked Ryan.
"Dang!" Ryan quickly raised his warhammer and blocked Egil's onslaught. At this time, Khorne's chosen champion was wide open due to continuous gun attacks. Seeing this, Ryan gripped his golden griffin warhammer tightly. , after parrying Egil's attack, he picked up the warhammer and launched his own counterattack.
Egil's hell battle ax was bounced off, Ryan's eyes were red, he held the hammer in both hands, and put the hammer back behind his head.
"What?!" Egil hadn't pulled back yet, and the golden griffin hammer hit him directly in the face.
The blow was so powerful that the king of Scalins was sent flying more than a meter on the spot, and his helmet was smashed, revealing his face under the helmet.
"Crack~" Egil's left face was hit by the Griffin's war hammer with all its strength. In the miserable howl, half of his face was directly smashed into a hole by the huge force of the war hammer, and two teeth flew out of his mouth. When he went out, blood spattered.
Seeing this, Ryan wanted to take advantage of the victory and pursue it. The champion of Khorne's God's Choice immediately launched a brutal counterattack. Seeing this, the Hell Tomahawk in Egil's left hand directly slashed towards Ryan's ribs.
Ryan quickly dodged as if he had eyes in the back of his head, and Egil made another cut.
After such a few rounds, Egil felt that he was losing his mind.
"Despicable southerners! You only know how to survive!" Egil began to feel extreme anger, and the champion of Khorne's God's Choice shouted at Ryan: "It's useless, I will catch you, beat you, tear you apart Break into pieces! Blindly dodging will not bring victory, suffer death!!!”
"If you can't beat people blindly, you can't bring you victory. Chaos." Ryan smiled mockingly at Egil: "Champion of the blood god, you can't even beat people. How can you win?"
Ryan and Angron have practiced against each other countless times. Although Egil is powerful, his attack can be traced in Ryan's eyes, and it is not so difficult to dodge.
The battle fell into a stalemate. The battle between the two gods and champions was like a gorgeous performance. Egil's onslaught was like a rolling steel storm. The voice of the bloody demon, he is like a blood god descending into the world, exuding a fearsome bloody power.
Ryan's figure was like a nimble phantom. He accurately avoided Egil's series of onslaughts, and then looked for opportunities to counterattack. Although Egil could only fight back once after ten attacks on Ryan, from the beginning to the end, the initiative of this battle It's all in Ryan's hands.
On the battlefield, the barbarians had already collapsed. Now, the last 3,000 barbarian troops were gradually retreating towards the seashore. They pretended to be desperate for a decisive battle, waiting for the final attack of the knights.
"Die! Die! Die!" The battle between Egil and Ryan continued.
And Egil hadn't taken Ryan yet, the champion of Khorne's God's Choice was anxious. He subconsciously strengthened the strength of his battle ax by two points, and there was no doubt that Ryan continued to avoid his attack. On the contrary, Ryan's war hammer A deep gash was left on Egil's shoulder armor.
Impossible, as far as the current situation is concerned, Ryan Macado's strength is not even as good as Jules! Egil's heart is full of irritability and madness, but why can't I attack him?
Because the speed is not enough!
Why is it not fast enough?
Because the power is too strong!
Got it, this southerner in front of me is pissing me off!
Egil immediately understood that this was Ryan's trick. He provoked himself, and because of his anger, Egil could not help but increase his strength. If the strength was too strong, the speed would decrease.
So when the next attack, Egil finally confronted Ryan, the battle ax and the hammer came into contact, and a fierce spark was created. When Egil's second attack hit Ryan, Ryan also realized that Egil had discovered his tactics.
And so the two champions of their respective gods finally confronted each other.
Now, in the eyes of all the troops on the battlefield, the figures of the two god-chosen champions appeared in front of everyone.
Egil's tall figure is holding a pair of axes. He is like the incarnation of the blood god's will walking in the world. Every movement turns into a whirlwind of death and a torrent of steel, sending a series of fatal attacks towards Ryan.
Ryan held up his warhammer with both hands, his face was ferocious, he was the embodiment of the will of the Lake God in the mortal world, in the onslaught of the blood god's chosen champion like a torrent of steel, the lake god's chosen champion did not have any fear, his hands turned into a warhammer As a golden trajectory, thunder flashes, constantly defusing Egil's violent attack.
"Die! Suit!" Egil controlled his anger, his double axes were as fast as lightning, and he struck Ryan's warhammer more than a dozen times in a breath, beating Ryan almost unable to lift his head. His arms gradually became numb from Egil's frantic attack, and he began to lose his grip on the hammer.
Your Excellency Ules... Have you ever fought against such a powerful enemy before? Ryan gritted his teeth. He poured his strength into his warhammer. Taking advantage of Egil's offensive to temporarily stop, he first slammed down, hit Egil's wrist, and then swept in reverse.
The head of the warhammer hit Egil in the chest, and Khorne's Chosen Champion spat out a mouthful of blood, which in turn hit Lion in the right shoulder with the Hell's Tomahawk.
Both parties in the duel were injured together, but there is no doubt that Egil recovered faster. The Chosen Champion of Khorne let out a roar of anger, and then released the flame of Khorne in the battle ax towards Ryan. The black and red flames filled With the filthy chaotic energy, Ryan was directly submerged in the flames.
"Lian!" Suria was beheading a barbarian warrior with a sword, and she couldn't help exclaiming when she saw that Ryan was enveloped in flames.
Black and red flames burned around Ryan, and everyone's eyes on the battlefield were focused on the battle between Ryan and Egil.
Ryan did not disappoint the knights, the black and red flames were torn apart by him directly, Ryan's eyes were full of light blue psychic vortexes, he raised his hand towards Egil: "Psychic storm!"
The bucket-thick psychic storm lightning directly hit Egil's body, and the flesh rolled up. The psychic storm burned Egil's whole body to a bloody mess, and the whole body was burned by lightning, causing the king of Scalins to scream. Voice.
But he persisted, and Egil overcame his naked senses in this extreme pain. He rushed towards Ryan directly against the psychic storm, and the hell battle ax with both hands was used to resist the attack of the psychic storm, unable to move , but he still has his own body!
Savage dash!
Egil's head was directly on Ryan's chest, and Ryan was hit before he even had time to react, and the Hell Tomahawk slashed at his chest. Ryan was injured on the spot, was knocked into the air more than ten meters away, and hit his head on a rock by the coast The blood was broken, and a large stream of blood flowed from the corner of the mouth: "Ugh~"
The chosen champion of the fairy in the lake was dizzy from the impact, he managed to get up, just reached out to wipe away the blood, but looked up and saw a terrifying scene.
The wounds on Egil's body were all healing, and the blessings from Khorne helped him recover quickly. In the blink of an eye, Egil, who was soaked in blood, healed all his injuries immediately. Now, he took big strides and rushed towards Ryan.
"Mortal, you are very strong and brave." Egil strode towards Ryan: "But you can't understand the superiority of a real god after all. The bloody end is a reward that mortals can't imagine. I have already received it." The oracle of my lord, Ryan Malcador, as long as you are willing to surrender and dedicate your loyalty and glory to the blood god, you will be able to ascend to the devil just around the corner."
"Ascension to the devil?" Ryan sneered in his heart, didn't he know what was going on?
Ascension to the devil is indeed a supreme reward for Chaos believers, because it means that the strength will be directly promoted to the peak of the sanctuary by the evil gods, and you can also have immortality and immortality. The evil god cares a little about his subordinates.
This is an unimaginable reward for mortals.
But these things are not attractive to Ryan. On the contrary, after ascending to the devil, life and death are all in the hands of the evil god.
Egil approached slowly, and he still wanted to say something.
Oncoming was a cloud of bloody spittle, and Ryan spat a mouthful of saliva on Egil's face with a contemptuous face, and then the warhammer swept across, taking advantage of Egil's desire to negotiate, and directly hit him on the right side of the face with the hammer.
"x-on:%#%*!"
King Scalins' face was smashed into a ball of mud by the war hammer, and several large teeth flew out of his mouth.
"Ahhh! Go to hell!" Egil was really enraged at this moment. He pushed Ryan's warhammer away with his axe. Immediately afterwards, the voice of the Khorne God's Chosen Champion turned into a boundless violent hurricane.
Whirlwind!
"Ding ding ding~" Ryan's face was ferocious, he released all his power, the golden warhammer unbelievably resisted Egil's powerful attack, and then the spiritual energy storm launched again directly hit Egil's body, spreading all over the body. The lightning on his body forced Egil to stop his offensive.
At this time, Ryan has also been forced to the edge of the cliff on the coast.
A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Egil's mouth. He raised his right arm, and the Hell Tomahawk burst into blood, and an earth-shattering roar sounded.
"Behead!"
The golden griffin warhammer that had been with Ryan for nearly ten years was shattered into fragments in this roar. Want to chat about "" with more like-minded people, follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat, chat about life, and find friends~