The Sun King's Evidence

On the battlefield, the Norscans were being defeated. They lost all their cavalry in a stupid charge. At this moment, the first human skin wolf gang was shrunk by artillery fire just as they boarded the dock. Back, the entire Norscan World Walker Army had been blocked in the small town of Chantillon, suppressed by Britannia's artillery fire and unable to move at all on the beach!

The World Walker Legion is in urgent need of a leader who can give orders and reorganize the army, because the champion of any evil god can only command the army under his own god at most, and can only maintain an attitude of extreme disgust and rejection towards believers of other gods. Dou had already come out to plunder for the sake of seeing them together.

The Norscans' cooperation was extremely poor, and they gradually retreated under the salvos of artillery fire and musketry, crossbows, and longbows.

At this time, Ulfric the Wanderer, the only one who could command and reorganize the entire legion, was still dueling with Kalad. The two sides had been fighting for more than four hours. Ulfric, who was addicted to single combat, no longer cared about his legion. Now, he feels that he is at the peak of his life: "Fighting with you is really addictive! King of Knights!"

"..." Both of them have adjusted their condition to the best at this time. Kalad said nothing. He understood Ulfric's words. Count Garament's figure simply turned into a leap back and forth. There were moving afterimages, and the confrontation between the two sides continuously erupted with embers of flames and the sound of explosions. In the venue where the two champions dueled, the original terrain had been completely destroyed, and now they continued their duel in a mess of potholes. .

"Come on, keep pleasuring me!" Ulfric roared wildly.

Kalad dodged Ulfric's attack again. At this time, Kalad, even the Great Holy Grail of the Holy Realm, could already feel that his physical strength was beginning to show signs of decline. This was since he drank from the Holy Grail of the Lake Fairy. With a strange experience that he had never felt since receiving the Holy Grail, Count Garament's heart also burned with endless flames and power, and his whole body was gradually enveloped in pure golden flames and the light of the Lake God.

Similarly, Ulfric on the opposite side also changed. The smell of sea, ice and snow, and endless killing blood surrounded the wanderer. Dozens of champion warriors and giant beasts even appeared on Ulfric. The poor remnant souls, they screamed and became the spiritual food and strength blessing of the wanderers. Ulfric grew taller and reached a height of more than 2.4 meters.

"Binding and enslaving the souls of the dead and defeated and strengthening one's own power?" Kalad finally made a surprised voice: "What kind of blasphemy is this?"

"It seems that we have all completed our warm-up exercises." Ulfric's twisted expression was like a tangled mass of muscles: "Come on! King of Knights!"

Almost at the same time, Kalad and Ulfric's expressions became ferocious: "It's a showdown!"

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

"Hahahaha! That's it, I can't quit the championship showdown! This is the fight I want!" Ulfric roared with satisfaction: "The one who can match me evenly to this extent is the real one. A championship showdown! This is the championship showdown of my dreams!"

The two sides continued the epic duel, and at this time, the Kurona army led by Raun himself had arrived at the scene. The regent of the kingdom frowned at the duel between Kalad and Ulfric, but then focused his attention On the battlefield of Chantillon.

Behind him, more than a dozen Holy Grail Knights from the Kurona branch of the Holy Grail Knights lined up. The Holy Grail Knight Commander Eugène and the Guards Captain De Leones appointed by Raun rode forward, and then They were three Lake God prophets. The leader of the Lake God prophets was Helene Messier. She rode up to Raun's side: "A championship showdown is taking place, and Kalad is fighting alone."

"Kalad is the unparalleled warrior of the kingdom. He will never walk alone." Raun pulled out the Sword of Curona from his waist and raised the artifact sword: "Knights of Britannia!"

"Here!" Behind Raun, a dozen Holy Grail knights, hundreds of kingdom knights and more knights errant loudly responded to Raun's words.

"Go and support the Karad Army! Protect our city and home, and protect the land given to us by the goddess!"

"For the lady and the king, for Brittany!!!"

Thunderous noises 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 Kurona moved forward indomitably.

Ejik, the chosen god of Tzeentch, wanted to repeat his old trick and ordered the Norscans to adopt a spear line again, but this time the knights had the cooperation of infantry and artillery, and the Norscans had just gathered into a dense array and faced them head-on. The incoming muskets and artillery tore them into pieces, and then the Holy Grail Knights personally led the team and smashed into the ranks of the barbarians like a giant hammer.

The Norscan team was penetrated, the lances pierced the chests of the barbarian marauders, the horse hoofs crushed the heads of the barbarians, and the sword blades cut off the strange-shaped chaos helmets. The knights of Curona showed a performance far beyond imagination. There is even more powerful force in it.

On the other side, the Green Knight also led the previously defeated knights errant. Now that the blood and courage and youth have returned, the young knights errant vowed to defend their glory to the death and vowed to wash away their shame.

The barbarians had almost completely collapsed. Ejik, the warden of the labyrinth, chosen by Tzeentch, used magic angrily, and blue flames spurted out from the void, blasting the three knights errant and a kingdom knight closest to him. It turned into a squirming mass of pink flesh, and then he summoned a terrifying torrent of metal from the void: "Ultimate Alchemy!"

But this time, he met his opponent. The three prophets of the Lake God jointly cast a spell: "Divinity, the radiance of the goddess!"

Ajik's spellcasting was hindered, and the metal torrent he summoned killed more than a dozen knights and knights' retinues - the effect was pretty good, but far less than expected.

The defeated soldiers were unable to help the Chosen of Tzeentch continue to cast spells. Under attack from three directions at the same time, the Norscans had lost the battle. They were torn apart, cut and then annihilated on a large scale. Ejik-Maze Warden He was trying to get help from the champion warriors of the "Beasts of the Tribe", but he soon discovered that these cowards were unwilling to die to protect themselves, and instead fled!

The Chosen of Tzeentch drew his sword, and he waved his sword angrily. The demonic weapon tore open the space, absorbing and storing the winds of chaos until it was released. The blade cut through the first place like a hot knife through butter. An oncoming knight-errant cut his man and his horse into two pieces, and then slashed back with his sword. A kingdom knight was hit in the chest with the sword, was picked off his horse, and then thrown out.

More than a dozen knights and knights' retinues fell to death in front of Ajik. The Chosen One of Tzeentch raised his head and found that all the Norscans had collapsed. They scrambled to escape to the dragon ship fleet, and those dragon ships behind that had not had time to land on the shore even Retreat has begun!

Ajik 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 the fact that his guards evaporated under the knight's lance, sword and iron hoof.

The Chosen God of Tzeentch tried to retreat, but his figure had already been locked by the knights. The three prophets of the Lake God chanted spells at him respectively, and the unlucky crows, crackling lightning arrows, and thorns suddenly appeared on the ground. Shroud Ejik and mark him out.

Ajik drove the wind of chaos to disperse the crows, turned the lightning arrow into a ball of water vapor, and burned the thorns into ashes. But before he could take a breath, another knight rushed up, and he immediately stabbed the oncoming enemy with his sword. He came to the Kingdom Knight's cross helmet and threw him away. The Chosen of Tzeentch was still trying to plan an escape route when the lance from behind penetrated its chest.

It was a Holy Grail Knight. His lance with burning golden flame penetrated the defense of Tzeentch Chosen. Tzeentch Chosen was so angry that he grabbed the lance and dragged the Holy Grail Knight off his horse and threw him away. The Holy Grail The knight's body flew more than fifty meters and hit the city wall of Chantillon Town, shattering the surface of the city wall.

Ejik knew that most people would have died from ruptured internal organs after such a fall, but this was only a minor injury to the Holy Grail Knight. It had no time to think, and after slashing the two knights errant with its sword again, a god emitted green light. The sword - the Blade of Pain pierced its chest. The powerful force in the sword body stirred up the wind of chaos in Ajik's body. The Chosen God of Tzeentch looked down at the sword on his chest. The green sword was engraved with ancient inscriptions. The rune's painful blade penetrated everything in him. Ajik knelt down and gasped in pain: "Yes, it's you, you are..."

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

"Ugh!" The power of the Green Knight was beyond the reach of Tzeentch's Chosen. Ajik wanted to reach out and hold the Blade of Pain that pierced his chest, but the Green Knight pulled out the sword and the blade flipped twice like a phantom. , Ajik's arms were all cut off, and the Chosen God of Tzeentch struggled and said: "I am just one of the countless envoys of my lord. Mortals, you are destined to fail. You are destined to fall under the power 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." The Green Knight said coldly. He waved the Blade of Pain, and the head of Tzeentch's Chosen flew out from his shoulders: "Until the last Son of Britannia falls, never meeting!"

Ajik's head flew out and rolled several times on the ground. Surprisingly, the Chosen of Tzeentch did not seem to be dead. Pieces of wings and sharp talons suddenly grew out from under his head. .

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

"Go to hell!" Faster than the wings, it was the sword of the kingdom's regent Raun. The sharp sword of Kurona was filled with the sacred power from the fairy in the lake. The blade of the sword pierced and penetrated Ejik straightly. His head, the sacred power of purification made a sound like a hot pot of boiling oil, hissing continuously. Ajik's face showed an extremely distorted expression, as if he wanted to scream but couldn't. In his eyes The blue flame gradually shrinks.

"The son of Britannia will not surrender in the face of Chaos, never." Raun continued to push the sword forward with force until the blade hit the bone, and the flame in the eyes of the Chosen God of Tzeentch finally went out.

The Norscans were completely devastated.

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

With the explosion, Ulfric's shield was shattered. The Wanderer tried to stand firm, but without his shield, he was knocked to the ground by Kalad's next blow.

"You and your legions have failed!" Kalad told the outcome of the battlefield in the golden light and flames: "And you will also fail here."

"Failure? It doesn't matter." Ulfric's thigh was bleeding. Durandal's sword edge cut open the muscles in his thigh. The pain-stricken Wanderer also knew that he and his vanguard army were defeated. Judging from the situation, the loss in this battle was not small, six thousand people? Eight thousand people? Ten thousand people?

The wanderer didn't care: "This is a battle between warriors. It seems that we can only fight here today. Although I still want to fight you, but unfortunately, I still have a mission given to me by the true God. This You win this battle, but I will come back and challenge you, I swear!"

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

"Why not!" Ulfric endured the pain and backed away suddenly. He distanced himself from Kalad, and then stretched out his hand toward the sky.

"Boom~boom boom!" A giant dragon ship warship appeared in the sky following the wind of chaos. It was the Wanderer's flagship The Hague!

A rope fell from the Hague, and Ulfric directly reached out to hold the rope, followed the Hague straight into the sky, and forcibly left the battlefield.

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

Is this unreasonable? Dragon boats can actually fly?

But, will chaos explain rationality to you? The Count of Garament finally laid down his sword and looked at the town of Chantillon and the plains of Curona.

With the charge of the knights led by Raun and the Green Knight, coupled with the advance of the infantry regiment and the bombardment of artillery, the Norscans were forced to retreat. They left behind more than 8,000 corpses, and the remaining dragon ship fleet was in a hurry. Escaped from the dock and headed toward the ocean. In the end, the war mammoths and Norscan giants were forced to retreat without finding a chance to land.

Ulfric, the commander of the Worldwalker Legion, was injured, and Ejik, the Chosen One of Tzeentch, was killed.

This battle is a victory for Britannia!

"Victory! Victory! Victory!" The cheers erupted from the knights and soldiers shook the world. It was a sweet victory. Britannia only suffered about 2,000 casualties, and most of these were from that time. Resulting from a failed knight's charge.

"We will never stop, hope still exists, soldiers, my brothers!" Kalad announced that he had won the championship duel surrounded by everyone, and the Holy Grail raised his fist: " With warriors as strong as you joining us, Brittania will never give in to the darkness, and we will never stop until the power of destruction is completely crushed, until we win the final victory! "

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

In the messy battlefield after the war, amid cheers of victory, Raun walked up to Kalad: "Well done, you persisted until we arrived."

"This is just the beginning." Kalad was a little tired, and he gasped: "Huh~ I noticed that many of the enemy's troops were defeated without even joining the battlefield. How many enemies did we destroy? A quarter? At most three points one."

"Yes, it looks like this is just the beginning." Raun also put away his smile and put the Sword of Krona into its scabbard: "We must inform His Majesty the King of this news and the request for help as soon as possible!"

"This is not a test, this is a precursor to a full-scale invasion!"

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

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