The Sun King's Evidence

On the plains, armies fought, and among the chaotic armies, champions met.

Ryan held the hammer in both hands. He took a deep breath and silently looked at Egil Stirbjorn, who was covered in blood-red plate armor, just like the blood god coming to the world. He looked at his tall and invincible figure, and the patterns on the armor. Skulls were hung on spikes and iron rings, including the head of Jules.

The chosen champion of the Fairy of the Lake knows that he must not be careless, otherwise he will end up like these losers.

And Egil was also looking at Ryan.

This young man is almost 1.85 meters tall, which is much shorter than his 2.4 meters. He holds a golden gryphon war hammer in his hand, wears a piece of exquisite plate armor, and wears the Holy Grail Knight Captain on his chest. badge.

The… chosen champion of the false god in the lake? He was just a warrior at the peak of the legend, and his breath was unstable, which was a sign of an imminent breakthrough, Egil thought.

On the surface, it seems that Ryan's strength is not even as good as Yules, but Egil has never been a fool. He knows that the Fairy of the Lake will not name such a young man as her chosen champion without reason. From Ryan's experience over the years, After a series of feats, this young man must have his own merits.

The encounter between the two divinely chosen champions made the armies automatically get out of the way. Both the barbarians and the Brittanians attached great importance to the duel between champions. Once a champion met, the army would automatically make way for them to duel.

"One after another, one after another, Brittanians, do you know how many mortals I have destroyed? How many powerful enemies I have destroyed? The dragon demon was beheaded by me, the sea monster was ripped out by me, and countless champions of chaos died at my hands. , your proud knight commander has also become my collection." Egil's face was cold, and behind him, the barbarians were being completely defeated.

"One after another, one after another, Scarlins, do you know how many evils I have destroyed? Champion of Chaos Beregg, Champion of Khorne Deathtaker, Great Demon of Nurgle, and now you are no less a Khorne." God's Chosen Champion." There was a hint of ridicule on Ryan's face: "What about your physically disabled master? Is his butt stuck to his toilet?"

"Ah!" Egil only felt that a few words from Ryan made him feel angry. He was the chosen champion of Khorne. He couldn't bear Ryan's ridicule of his faith. Glory to Khorne!

The Chosen Champion of Khorne was not a particularly good talker, so he decided to cut the crap.

Egil raised the Hell Tomahawk and pointed it directly at Ryan's face. Ryan also knew that he could only gain some advantage with his words, and everything had to be measured on the battlefield.

"Hoo~" A wind with a strong smell of blood blew past Ryan and Aegir's body. The chosen champion of Khorne knew that his army was going to fail here, but he would not fail.

He will take off Ryan's head, then fight his way out of the army, and take his son back to Skarins by boat.

Now, Ryan and Egil face each other. Both are the most glorious warriors in their respective countries, the favored objects of their respective gods. They are both the pride of their own races. Their stories will be active in the songs of the northern barbarians and Brittany for hundreds of thousands of years. Among the ballads of Asia.

This is true immortality. Their stories will continue to be passed down in this world for a long time after they pass away. Until the end of the years, the duel between the two divinely chosen champions will become an immortal epic. Obviously, only one of them can Survive.

Egil first launched a violent attack on Ryan. The hell ax in his hand cut the sound barrier in the air like a whirlwind, tearing apart the space. The biting wind hit Ryan's head.

Ryan retreated slightly and avoided Egil's attack.

Garm, the hell ax in the other hand, continued to attack Ryan's chest.

Ryan retreated again and dodged Egil's attack again.

Next, Ryan seemed to be prepared. He immediately turned over and dodged before Egil's ax blade was cut off.

Egil's fierce attack was in vain again.

Next, Egil launched a violent attack like a whirlwind, but Ryan did not take the initiative to fight with him at all. He was like a loach, and seemed to have extraordinary predictions about Egil's attacks, no matter how Egil tried. Ryan quickly dodged the attack.

"???Damn Southerners, face me!" The chosen champion of Khorne has never faced this kind of battle. He once carried the ancient dragon demon, and fought with the Chaos Giant. He once withstood Tzeentch. The wizard's magic decapitated the opponent, but he had never encountered such an opponent who only knew how to dodge his own attacks: "Face me! Ryan Malcador! Are you considered a knight like this?"

"Hmph!" The corners of Ryan's mouth turned up with a mocking look on his face: "Keep attacking! A disabled person can't even hit me, so you are considered the chosen champion of Khorne? I often fight against the Demon Prince of Khorne. I have never seen such a weak God’s Chosen Champion.”

"Uhhhhh!" Egil roared angrily. The Whispering Battle Ax in his hand created a bloody hurricane, and a big tree was broken in half. Ryan easily dodged again, and he rolled to avoid the scalding heat. The ax blade, then trotted a few steps, and dodged Egil's attack.

"Boom!" A large stone was chopped into pieces by Egil, and the gravel was scattered everywhere. Taking advantage of Ryan's unstable landing, Egil finally attacked Ryan.

"Cang!" Ryan quickly raised his war hammer and blocked Egil's fierce attack. At this time, Khorne's chosen champion had an empty door open due to continuous gun attacks. Seeing this, Ryan tightened his grip on his golden gryphon war hammer. , after blocking Egil's attack, he picked up the warhammer and launched his own counterattack.

Egil's Hell Battle Ax was bounced away, and Ryan's eyes were red. He held the hammer in both hands and put the hammer behind his head.

"What?!" Before Egil could withdraw his strength, the golden gryphon war hammer hit him directly in the face.

The blow was so powerful that Skarins' king was sent flying more than a meter on the spot. His helmet was shattered, revealing his face under the helmet.

"Crack~" Egil's left face was hit by the gryphon war hammer with all its strength. As he howled miserably, half of his face was directly smashed into a crater by the huge force of the war hammer, and two teeth flew out of his mouth. When he got out, blood splattered.

Upon seeing this, Ryan wanted to take advantage of the victory and pursue the victory. Khorne's chosen champion immediately launched a brutal counterattack. The hell ax in Egil's left hand saw this and chopped directly towards Ryan's ribs.

Ryan quickly dodged as if he had eyes in the back of his head, and Egil slashed in the air again.

After several rounds like this, Egil felt like he was losing his mind.

"Despicable southerners! They only know how to survive!" Egil began to feel extreme anger. The chosen champion of Khorne shouted at Ryan: "It's useless, I will catch you, defeat you, and tear you apart." Break into pieces! Blindly avoiding will not bring victory, so suffer death!!!"

"Even if you can't hit anyone, you won't be able to win, Chaos Bastard." Ryan smiled mockingly at Egil: "Champion of the Blood God, you can't even hit anyone, how can you win?"

Ryan and Angron have sparred countless times. Although Egil is powerful, his attacks are traceable in Ryan's eyes and are not so difficult to avoid.

The battle has reached a stalemate. The battle between the two gods' chosen champions is like a gorgeous performance. Egil's fierce attack is like a rolling steel storm. The ax blade rotates and the space is torn. A giant looms behind him. The voice of the blood-colored demon, he is like the blood god coming to the world, exuding fearful blood-colored power.

Ryan's figure is like a smart phantom. He accurately avoided Egil's series of fierce attacks, and then looked for opportunities to counterattack. Although Egil attacked ten times before Ryan could fight back once, from the beginning to the end, the initiative in this battle was It's all in Ryan's hands.

On the battlefield, the barbarians had collapsed. Now, the last three thousand barbarian troops were gradually retreating towards the seaside. They looked like they were going to fight to the death, waiting for the knights' final attack.

"Go to hell! Go to hell! Go to hell!" The battle between Egil and Ryan continued.

And Egil had not yet captured Ryan, the chosen champion of Khorne 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 attacks. On the contrary, Ryan's war hammer A deep gash was left in Egil's shoulder armor.

Impossible, as of now, Ryan Macado is not even as strong 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 isn't the speed enough?

Because the power is too strong!

Got it, this southerner in front of me is irritating me!

Egil immediately understood that this was Ryan's plan. He angered himself, and then because of his anger, Egil could not help but increase his strength. If the strength was too strong, his speed would decrease.

So when the next attack came, Egil finally confronted Ryan. The battle ax and the warhammer came into contact, causing fierce sparks. 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 came face to face.

Now, in the eyes of all the troops on the battlefield, the figures of the two divinely chosen champions appeared in front of everyone.

Egil's tall figure holds two axes. He is like the incarnation of the blood god's will walking in the world. Every movement turns into a death whirlwind and a torrent of steel, launching a series of fatal attacks towards Ryan.

Ryan held up the war hammer with both hands, his face was ferocious. He was the embodiment of the Lake God's will in the mortal world. Under the onslaught of the Blood God's Chosen Champion like a torrent of steel, the Lake God's Chosen Champion showed no fear. His hands turned into war hammers. Making a golden trajectory, lightning flashed, constantly defusing Egil's violent attacks.

"Death! Die!" Egil controlled his anger. His double axes were as fast as lightning. In one breath, he hit Ryan's war hammer more than ten times, hitting Ryan almost unable to raise his head. His arms gradually became numb under Egil's crazy attacks, and he began to lose the ability to hold the war hammer.

Lord Jules...have you been fighting against such a powerful enemy before? Ryan gritted his teeth and poured his power into his war hammer. Taking advantage of Egil's offensive to temporarily stop, he first swiped down, hitting Egil's wrist, and then swept back.

The hammer's head struck Aegir in the chest, and the Chosen Champion of Khorne spat out a mouthful of blood before he struck Llane in the right shoulder with his hell-axe.

Both parties in the duel were injured, but there was no doubt that Egil recovered faster. The chosen champion of Khorne let out a burst of roar, and then released the flames of Khorne in the battle ax towards Ryan, filled with black and red flames. With the filthy chaotic energy, Ryan was directly submerged in the flames.

"Ryan!" Sulia was swinging her sword to kill a barbarian warrior. When she saw Ryan enveloped in flames, she couldn't help but exclaimed.

Black-red flames burned around Ryan, and everyone's eyes on the entire battlefield were focused on the battle between Ryan and Egil.

Ryan did not disappoint the knights. The black-red flames were torn open by him. Ryan's eyes were filled with light blue psychic vortex. He raised his hand towards Egil: "Psychic storm!"

The barrel-thick psionic storm lightning directly hit Egil's body, rolling his skin and flesh. The psionic storm burned Egil's whole body to bloody pieces. The lightning burned his whole body, causing the king of Scarins to scream in agony. Voice.

But he persisted. Egil overcame his physical senses in this extreme pain. He rushed towards Ryan directly against the psychic storm. The hell battle ax in his hands was used to resist the attack of the psychic storm and he could not move. But he still has his own body!

Brutal collision!

Egil's head hit Ryan's chest directly. Ryan was hit before he even had time to react. The Hell Tomahawk then slashed at his chest. Ryan was injured on the spot and was knocked back more than ten meters. His head hit the rocks on the coast. The blood was broken, and a large amount of blood flowed from the corner of his mouth: "Oh~"

The God-chosen champion of the Fairy of the Lake was dizzy from the collision. He reluctantly got up. Just as he reached out to wipe away the blood, he looked up and saw a terrifying scene.

All the wounds on Egil's body were healing. The blessing from Khorne helped him recover quickly. In the blink of an eye, Egil, who was covered in blood, healed all his injuries immediately. Now, he took long strides and rushed towards Ryan.

"Mortal, you are very powerful and brave." Egil strode towards Ryan: "But after all, you cannot understand the superiority of the real gods. The bloody end is a reward that mortals cannot imagine. I have already received it. My lord’s oracle, Lion Malcador, as long as you are willing to surrender and dedicate your loyalty and glory to the Blood God, your ascension to the devil will be just around the corner.”

"Exalted into a demon?" Ryan sneered in his heart. Doesn't he still know what it means to be promoted into a demon?

Demon promotion is indeed the supreme reward for Chaos believers, because it means that the evil god will directly lift the strength to the peak of the holy realm, and can also have immortality and eternal life. Really rising from a mortal to a subordinate of the four gods of chaos will make A subordinate that the evil god cares about a little bit.

This is a reward unimaginable to mere mortals.

But these things have no appeal to Ryan. On the contrary, after becoming a demon, life and death are in the hands of the evil god.

Egil approached slowly, and he wanted to say something.

Oncoming was a ball of bloody spit. Ryan spat on Egil's face with contempt, and then swept his warhammer. When Egil wanted to negotiate, he swung the hammer and hit him on the right side of his face.

" @% # %\u0026amp;*! (expletive)"

King Skarins' face was smashed into a ball of mud by the war hammer, and several big teeth flew out of his mouth.

"Ahhh! Go to hell!" Egil was really enraged now. He knocked away Ryan's war hammer with an axe, and then, the voice of the Chosen Champion of Khorne turned into a boundless violent hurricane.

Whirlwind!

"Ding ding ding~" Ryan's face was ferocious. He released all his power. The golden war hammer miraculously withstood Egil's powerful attack. Then, the spiritual storm launched again directly hit Egil's body and spread all over the body. The lightning on his body forced Egil to stop his attack.

At this time, Ryan had also been forced to the cliff on the coast.

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Egil's mouth. He raised his right arm, the hell battle ax bloomed with blood, and earth-shattering roars sounded.

"Behead!"

The golden griffin warhammer that had been accompanying Ryan for nearly ten years turned into fragments in the sky amid this angry roar.

The protagonist’s war hammer has exploded, why don’t you all vote for it!