Chapter 319 Champion

Only a few hundred of the thousands of Chaos Riders rushed to the front of the dwarves' formation, and nearly half of the Chaos Champions who were not strong enough died in the dwarfs' dense bullets and crossbows.

That's it for now.

The roar of the steel bull and the roar of the chaos knight violently pressed against the first column of iron breakers. They were not losers who died on the road. Only the champions of champions could rush here.

The Iron Breaker's shield wall that could withstand giants was as brittle as white paper in the unstoppable charge of chaos. Hundreds of champion warriors from all walks of life and their demonic mounts broke through the dwarves' defense line, like hundreds of sharp swords. The blade continued to penetrate deeply into the dwarf army.

The wanton steel bulls of Khorne are like rampaging trains. No matter how tenacious the dwarves standing in front of them are, they cannot slow down their pace.

One by one, the Iron Breakers were knocked into the air and fell on their companions. If it weren't for the rune buffer, they would have died long ago, but in reality there is no such thing.

The dwarf who fell to the ground got up in a moment. He did not pursue the enemy who had broken the line, but reorganized the defense line with his companions.

There are countless Chaos Warriors waiting for them.

The minions of Chaos outnumber their cannonballs, and they must hold off most of the enemy, passing them to be dealt with by the dwarves at the rear.

The Butcher was already singing Grimnir's war song and rushing towards the Chaos Knights who were advancing alone, and the Berserker was naturally not to be far behind.

One after another, the naked butchers were smashed into pieces by the terrifying impact of the Khorne steel bull, but there were always one or two lucky people who were desperate enough to chop the rune ax onto the steel bull.

When the last roars of the demon mounts were lost in the war cries of the dwarves, the knights on them also suffered the same disaster.

They are indeed fierce champions, and no dwarf can block their way, but they cannot guard against the battle axes rushing behind and beside them.

Even if there were extraordinary warriors who broke through the Butcher's blockade, they could not directly hit the dwarves' second shield wall.

Because there are still heavily armed berserkers waiting to die.

The short funny creatures don't look ridiculous at this time. They are covered in plate armor thicker than the Chosen Ones, and the equally ferocious horned helmets are as violent as their wearers.

Abair and his flesh and blood hounds broke through the two lines of defense of the dwarves one after another, but looking around, there was still a dense shield formation waiting in front.

An ordinary mortal would have known the difficulty and retreated long ago, but he is the "invincible".

The God-chosen champion wields a long-handled axe, mowing down all enemies around him with astonishing power.

Even the rune armors couldn't protect their masters. Just because the armor could withstand a force heavier than a mountain didn't mean that their masters could too.

Neither the butcher, the ranger, nor the iron-clad berserker could stay by the side of the divinely chosen champion.

Wherever he passed, there were only dwarves left on the ground who could no longer get up.

The flesh hounds went crazy during the feast, but Abair didn't pay attention because he was about to fall into killing madness.

Every time a piece of armor is smashed with a battle ax, the blood and brains flowing out of the dwarf will drive Abair's desire to kill. There is no end to blood lust. This is the Blood God's call for destruction to his warriors.

The dwarf warrior standing in front of the Flesh Hound was crushed to the ground at the first sight. The arrow shot at the God's Chosen Champion was deflected before he could get close. The dwarf who was knocked away could never get up again, even if he couldn't. The companions who break the formation with the divinely chosen champion do not prevent him from killing with abandon.

Death spread, and so did fear, but no dwarf retreated.

A pair of determined eyes approached the powerful enemy who was like the incarnation of the evil god. The dead dwarf only intensified the hatred of the living people.

The dwarf shells continued to cover mercilessly, but more and more Chaos Warriors broke out of the fire blockade.

Perhaps only a few hundred thousand warriors could fight the dwarves. For the Chaos Lords, such horrific battle losses were still a good deal.

No Blood God champion thinks about the future, they just need to seize the present.

Either completely destroy the seemingly invincible dwarf army and become a demon with the approval of the Blood God.

Or die here.

This world is full of miracles, and their existence is a miracle. Why can't they create another miraculous victory?

"Abair!"

"Abair!"

The Chaos Warriors shouted the name of their champion and crashed into the dwarf's shield resolutely.

The invincible power of the Chaos Warriors in the past was no longer magical at this time. Each Iron Breaker stood firm, like a short but stronger city wall than rock.

The shattered demon armor failed to protect the Chaos warriors. When the crossbows and muskets further back in the line showed their power to the Chaos warriors, they were like ordinary Norscan marauders facing the imperial gunners. They were destroyed in an instant. Completely dead.

What's the use of being strong?

The dwarves deliberately led the invincible enemy to the side and built another isolation circle.

The local chaos did not affect the whole, and the lines of the thunderers and crossbowmen remained stable.

The war leader standing on the Oath Stone is the final bait. Even if the enemy wakes up from the killing, there is no way to interfere with the operation of the dwarf war machine.

Groups of butchers and berserkers dispersed and rushed towards the enemy, using death to delay time.

The sacrifice was heavy, with hundreds of dwarves taking turns to delay the enemy for several minutes.

But this conflict will not last long. After all the Chaos Warriors are eliminated, the Rune Master and Engineer will have the energy to slowly deal with this "powerful" enemy.

Dwarves never lack weapons to slay dragons or equipment to fight powerful individuals.

All the Chaos Warriors could clearly see the invincibility of the Chosen Champion ahead in the enemy formation, because the dwarves occupied a higher position.

Inspired by the champion's prowess, the Chaos warriors continued their charge without fear of casualties.

Every warrior was shouting the name "Abair", and the shouts with determination to win merged into an ocean, even overpowering the war cry of the dwarves.

It's like they can't see their fellow humans dying in the hail of bombs, and they still go their own way and die.

Fortune always favors them.

When the sound of evil horns came from further north, the roaring tide of Chaos made the Chaos Warriors burst out with more fierce war enthusiasm - a Chaos tribe was approaching.

Even imagining the dilemma of being attacked from both sides, the dwarves could not help but be overwhelmed by despair.

Despair was replaced by hatred in an instant. Anger spread in the military formation. The defense line on the north side was quickly built. Victory would eventually belong to the dwarves - even if the price was the same as their worst expectations.

Had they only encountered the enemy in one direction, they could have achieved an epic victory.