The Sun King's Evidence

There is a reason why Kislev's army arrived late.

Facts have proved that Rokossovsky's judgment is accurate. The followers of Slaanesh were indeed tired of the long siege and so they went to party by themselves. However, the followers of Khorne were different. This group of guys had no skulls and blood to hunt. , and was forced to follow Aislin's orders and be confined to one place, so he was already filled with anger and couldn't find a place to vent his anger. Soon the camp in the forest turned into a bloody arena.

The Blood God never asks where the blood comes from. Once a Khorne warband ravaged the Empire of Talabek, and the two Khorne champions shared the glory brought by the King of Skulls. As a result, the deputy commander received the oracle of Khorne and asked him to Go kill the coach.

Therefore, when Rokossovsky led the Kislev army to the edge of the camp of Khorne's Chosen Skarr-Bloodfury, no Khornate believer noticed that someone was coming, and everyone was talking to themselves. Massacre.

But even so, Kislev's army still spent a lot of time to resolve the battle. The followers of Khorne will not admit defeat like the followers of Slaanesh. Even if they cannot defeat them, they will fight to the end. Khorne God Chosen Skaar - Blood Rage update He challenged everyone in Kislev on his own, and ended up unconscious with dozens of swords in his body, and was dragged away by his bodyguards.

The Norscans are now at a loss. Even the powerful Octagonal Stars, the powerful bodyguard of Norscan High King Aislin, don't know what to do. They face the enemy's siege from three directions, and no one knows what to do. Who should be dealt with first and who should be handed over to? The Norscans have always relied on weak tribal clans and beliefs to maintain the most basic command system. Now under the chaos of the command system, they continue to retreat until they can no longer retreat. Can be withdrawn.

Mrs. Keesler took advantage of this opportunity to sweep through the enemies like a whirlwind. They killed every barbarian they saw. Many Chaos Champions and Barbarian Champions also died at the hands of knights who were eager for revenge and eager to prove themselves. The two Duke Boderick and Marquis Turas, the Great Holy Grail of the Sanctuary, killed several Chaos Champions and Barbarian Champions one after another.

"Oh, what a great day, this must be Valaya's blessing. I will use my musket to make holes in these barbarians!" Belega's eldest son Thorgreen Jr. hit one with the butt of his gun. The Chaos Warrior's calf, and then he took his revenge gun and shot it against his helmet: "Bang!"

"Purge, hate!" The battle ax of the Norscan dwarf king was deeply embedded in the head of a barbarian champion. Thorgard's voice was filled with bone-deep hatred: "Today, the Norscan biss!"

The number of Norscans gradually dropped to 5,000, and the rest were the essence. The Norscans gradually retreated. The human dwarf coalition was determined to advance, but at this time everyone was exhausted. Brittany The demi-humans were acclimatized, hungry, and could no longer withstand the severe cold. Kislev's army also experienced a hard battle. The battle gradually stopped. The human dwarf coalition surrounded the Norscans in the camp. Allocate time to dry food to satisfy hunger.

At this time, everyone's eyes have been set on the scene of the championship showdown in the camp.

The two brave men of their respective races can now fight wholeheartedly. Everything in the world has disappeared, and now only two people in the camp are left.

"Your legion collapsed, Yankee, you and your evil god abandoned you, your story will end today, under my sword." Kalad's voice was cold, he was testing, Norsca's supreme How much strength does Wang have yet to use?

"Really? You don't understand, you cowardly Southerner." Aislin gasped. The confrontation between the two sides formed hundreds of wind blades, and both of them launched violent attacks: "You are not weak, I don't understand. Why do you believe in that mysterious witch who hides at the bottom of the lake all day long? You have not embraced true civilization. You deserve to be the favored one of the Dog God or the Snake God."

"...Madam, you will lead Brittania and I to victory." Kalad was also panting. This battle was destined to be a super intense duel. The two unparalleled warriors used what they had learned throughout their lives, and came up It is a super powerful killing move. Every blow of Count Garament is enough to kill a Rick Guard, but at most it can only make Aislin take a step back. Every move of the High King of Norsca is enough to make an entire Norscan. The German army trembled, but only a few sparks hung on Kalad's blade.

Both sides did not relax, swords and axes slashed like blood, Durandal's holy light illuminated the battlefield, and the two people turned into blurry phantoms with the force of thunder. Every sound they made in their exchanges echoed the clang of iron. Their every move is like finding the way to the point in a complicated maze.

"The future is endless darkness, and the true god is destined to destroy the world! The resistance of mortals is just a futile struggle. The only way to survive is to become a demon prince, ascend to the devil and become a servant of my lord!" Aislin roared, At the same time, the Chaos Rune Demonic Sword in his hand swung out a sea of ​​blood. When the blood battle ax struck, it was like a landslide, blasting away large swaths of debris from the solid snow and land below the camp: "You never know the true God of the North. Awesome, those fragile little gods in the south? Ridiculous, pathetic!"

Kalad dodged the slash of the blood battle axe, and the tip of Durandal deflected the fierce attack of the Chaos Demonic Sword. Aislin was forced back with a backhand blow. He showed a sneer on his face: "Just like Egil - Red Eyes? Like Tamurkhan? What a great Chosen Champion of Chaos? I'm so scared! Or the most powerful demon under Tzeentch? Kalos, the Weaver of Destiny?"

Aislin roared angrily, spinning on the spot and turning into a whirlwind of destruction: "Whirlwind!"

The Chosen Four Gods of Chaos danced wildly, and everything around them was turned into debris under his attack. Many pieces of wood and snow bloomed in the smoke and dust in the sky, turning into a distorted winter landscape. The two of them were like exhaust fans. Quickly dispersing all these distorted scenery, Kalad relied on exquisite steps to dodge continuously, and then picked up the sharp sword and pierced Aislin's arm armor.

The arm armor shattered and the sword edge pierced the forearm. This was the first drop of blood in this battle.

Aislin did not stop attacking. The Chosen One of the Four Chaos Gods spun faster. He concentrated all his power and twisted his body to the limit under Kalad's incredible eyes. Then the blood battle ax swept across the greaves on Kalad's calf. The dwarf The Grimnir Master Armor crafted by the Master Rune Craftsman was also shattered by Aislin's supreme power. Several cracks appeared on the surface of the vibranium before it broke. Kalad suddenly felt pain like a broken bone, and was forced to He took a step back.

But fortunately, the burning pain indicated that it was a hard injury and the calf was not injured.

The two sides fought again, as if the entire camp, as if the entire Groveland Forest, as if the entire land of Kislev were witnessing this duel, under the extremely cold wind and snow sky in January, on the claw sea ice Above the sealed ocean, the duel between Kalad and Aislin continued.

After a round of fierce fighting, 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 Kalad's attacks like a sponge and was looking for a counterattack. opportunity, the chaotic energy field on his body kept flashing, seeming to laugh at the overestimation of mortals' abilities.

Even though Kalad is the Great Holy Grail of the Holy Realm, his physical strength is not endless. In the extremely violent duel, both sides' physical strength was consumed quickly, but Aislin recovered faster than Kalad. In Kalad's hands Durandal kept flailing, knowing that Aislin was trying to drag him into the mire, and he would never let Aislin succeed.

"You are indeed a warrior. Very few people can let me taste a duel of this level. I heard that you defeated Ulfric, which is good." Aislin said during the break of the battle. The High King of Norsca There were a lot of sweat drops on his forehead, mixed with blood: "I will treasure your skull to prove that you are a great opponent."

"Same for you." Kalad breathed heavily. Count Garament agreed with Aislin's point of view: "This proves that the lady's love for me will never lose to your evil god. I will be here." End your story."

"Let me say one more thing, that goddess who hides at the bottom of the lake all day long is not a true god. There are only four true gods in subspace." Aislin's Chaos Rune Demonic Sword whizzed past Kalad's cheek, cutting off a piece of hair on his temples. Lu: "How dare you, a fake cricket, compete with the true God?"

"If there is no counterfeit, it cannot beat the real thing." Kalad seemed to have given up arguing with Aislin. Around them, everyone on the battlefield stopped, waiting for the outcome of the duel. Earl Garament once again When he launched an attack, his swordsmanship was so superb that even Aislin's defense with dual weapons could not completely resist Kalad's attack: "Just like you did to Motkin."

When Kalad said this, the blood-red eyes in Aislin's helmet suddenly fluctuated. He seemed to be stung. Kalad immediately seized the opportunity. He used Durandal to separate the Chaos Rune Demonic Sword and took it straight to Aislin's neck. , Aislin was shocked and hurriedly avoided, but the sword edge still left a bleeding wound on his chest, where the gap had been opened by Bagration, the Chosen One of the Bear Gods, using the power of the three gods.

Aislin's expression was very painful. He quickly retreated and used his battle ax to drive back Kalad.

“You will never win until the last Son of Britannia falls!” Kalad roared: “Under the leadership of His Majesty Lion, we will drive you back to where you belong! You deserve nothing but earth and endless cold!”

"Shut up!!!" Aislin was also furious. Are the Norscans willing to live in the ice, snow and desolate wasteland of the Norscan mountains all year round? That was not of their own free will! Most of the Norscans were driven there because of their belief in Chaos. This has always been a pain in the hearts of all Norscans!

Anger gave Aislin strength. His sword and ax took advantage of the gap between Kalad's attacks to launch a counterattack. The rune demon sword concentrated on Kalad's abdomen, leaving a deep sword mark on the surface of the armor. Kalad was killed. No matter how hard he retreated, he could not stop Aislin's fierce attack. The earth-shattering blow immediately launched a second time. This time, Karad's plate armor shattered. The impact caused by Aislin flew into the air along with the fragments of the armor. Karad De's abdomen was pierced by Aislin, and Aislin's face was also cut with a seven-centimeter long wound by Kalad!

Colorful flames burst out from Aislin's body. The High King of Norsca became more and more powerful in his rage, and the injury made Kalad slow down. The Holy Grail felt the taste of rust in his mouth, and his muscles were sore. His hands were slightly Trembling, Count Garament knew that the winner would be determined next. His heart was beating wildly, and the scene where Jules died in the battle vaguely appeared in front of his eyes.

No! I won't fail at this! no way!

Jules! Please protect me!

Kalad took a stance, waiting for Aislin's attack.

The High King of Norsca turned into the will of the gods walking in the world. Everything he passed turned into nothingness. The mystery of subspace and the real world was torn apart in the mortal world. He was like a newly launched missile. Giant cannonball, straight to Kalad.

bring it on! Kalad stood firm and deliberately exposed a flaw.

In his rage, Aislin had lost the ability to think carefully. He followed Kalad's exposed flaw and attacked fiercely. The battle ax would be able to chop off the head of the person in front of him. If what the other party wanted was to exchange life for life. , then come on, Aislin has absolute confidence in the colorful flames that protect his body. It is a gift from the God of Chaos!

And at the moment when the soldiers were in close combat, Kalad's hand gently moved the vibranium rune ring that belonged to Silverbeard and hung on the Durandal sword body. The runes on the vibranium ring quickly lit up, and Norska The heroic spirit of the dwarf king immediately saw the mortal enemy in front of him, and he spoke in the ancient and obscure language of the ancient dwarves. It was a decree obtained from the dwarf god Granni.

The decree took effect. In an instant, the colorful flames on Aislin's body were absorbed into Silverbeard's body through distortion, and were tightly shut, sealed, and restricted. Whether those flames transformed into dogs, crows, eagles, or... The shape of the snake was temporarily unable to escape, and the silver-bearded heroic spirit endured great pain and turned into nothingness.

Then, Kalad began to swing his sword in an arc, a perfect arc. With the blessing of the dwarf ancestors' heroic spirits, Kalad had never felt that his sword skills were so perfect.

"A showdown!!!"

The next second, the sky-high explosion and smoke shrouded the place where the two were. Debris and snowflakes rained down from the sky. The scene of the championship showdown spurted out large amounts of blood, but there was no trace of it. No one knew who it was, or it was both of them. The land of Kislev let out a roar that shook the sky, and even the snowflakes falling from the sky scattered in all directions because of the duel between the two people.

Who's winning? Everyone's eyes were fixed on the smoke.

The ashes stirred, the smoke dispersed, and a stumbling voice stood up very reluctantly.

His steps were unsteady, he was severely injured, and his armor was damaged everywhere, but he still stood up full of pride and pride. He held a huge bleeding head in his hand and raised it high in front of everyone. .

The entire battlefield resounded with his hoarse roar, the mountains trembled, and the nebulae trembled.

"In the name of the lady! The High King of Norsca, the Chosen One of the Four Gods of Chaos, and the Commander-in-Chief of the Norscan Mountain Legion, Valmir Aisling is consecrated!!!"

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