"Clang!" Laine swiftly raised his warhamr to block Egil's fierce assault. At this mont, the Divine Chosen Champion of Khorne had left himself open due to a series of spear attacks, and seeing this, Laine gripped his Golden Griffin Warhamr tightly. After parrying Egil's attack, he swung his warhamr to launch his own counterattack.
Egil's Hell Battleaxe was deflected, and Laine's eyes turned crimson. He held the warhamr with both hands, drawing it back over his head.
"What?!" Egil had not yet recovered his strength when the golden warhamr struck him squarely in the face.
This blow was trendously powerful, sending the King of the Skalings flying over a ter away on impact. His helt shattered, revealing the face underneath.
"Crack!" Egil's left cheek took the full force of the Griffin Warhamr. With a harrowing scream, his face was crushed into a cavity by the massive force, sending two teeth flying out of his mouth, blood spattering everywhere.
Seeing this, Laine wanted to capitalize on his advantage, but the Divine Chosen Champion of Khorne quickly launched a brutal counterattack. Egil's left-held Hell Battleaxe slashed directly at Laine's flank.
Laine seemingly had eyes in the back of his head, swiftly evading the attack, making Egil miss once again.
After several such exchanges, Egil felt himself losing his sanity.
"Despicable Southern People! Only know how to survive by cunning!" Egil, experiencing extre anger, shouted at Laine, "It's useless; I will capture you, defeat you, and tear you to shreds! re dodging will not bring victory, prepare to die!!!"
"Consistently failing to hit won't grant you victory either, Chaos Scrap." Laine taunted Egil with a laugh, "Champion of the Blood God, you can't even land a hit on , how do you speak of victory?"
Laine and Angerong had practiced against each other countless tis. Egil was indeed formidable, but in Laine's eyes, his attacks were traceable and not so difficult to dodge.
The battle reached a stalemate, as the combat between the Champions of the Deities resembled a dazzling spectacle. Egil's fierce attacks flowed like a storm of steel, axe blades spinning, ripping through space, with a giant blood-red demon's voice faintly echoing behind him, exuding an awe-inspiring bloody prowess as if he were the Blood God's avatar descending into the world.
Laine moved like a nimble phantom, precisely avoiding Egil's continuous assault, then seeking opportunities for counterattacks. Although Egil attacked ten tis to every single counter Laine made, from start to finish, the initiative of the battle remained in Laine's hands.
On the battlefield, the Barbarians were already collapsing; now the last three thousand Barbarian troops were steadily retreating towards the shore, preparing for a deadly last stand, awaiting the Knights' final charge.
"Die! Die! Die!" Egil and Laine's battle persisted.
Yet, Egil was unable to best Laine, his heart afla with urgency. His grip on the battleaxe unknowingly intensified, yet Laine continued to evade his attacks. In contrast, Laine's warhamr left a deep gash on Egil's shoulder armor.
Impossible. As it stands, Laine Macado's skill seems even inferior to Jules! Egil's feelings churned with frustration and madness. Why can't I land a hit on him?
Because the speed is insufficient!
Why is the speed insufficient?
Because the power is too strong!
Understood, this Southern person before is infuriating !
Egil imdiately realized that it was Laine's strategy. By inciting anger, Egil unwittingly increased his power, causing his speed to decrease.
Thus, in their next clash, Egil finally t Laine head-on, their battleaxe and warhamr clashing, sparking fiercely. As Egil's second blow landed on Laine, Laine also realized Egil had seen through his tactics.
And so the Champions of each of their respective Deities finally clashed directly.
Now, in the eyes of everyone on the battlefield, the two Divine Chosen Champions appeared before all present.
Egil's towering figure wielding dual axes seed like the embodint of the Blood God's will walking among n. Each movent transford into a whirlwind of death and a torrent of steel, launching a series of deadly assaults at Laine.
Laine raised his warhamr high, his expression fierce, as if he were the manifestation of the Lake God's will in the Mortal World. Amidst the steel torrent-like assaults of the Blood God's Divine Chosen Champion, the Lake God's Champion showed no fear, his two-handed warhamr tracing golden arcs, flashing with thunder, continuously dispelling Egil's frenzied onslaught.
"Die! Die!" Egil controlled his anger, his dual axes moving as swiftly as lightning, attacking Laine's warhamr over a dozen tis in a single breath, battering Laine nearly into a posture of humility, as his arms gradually succumbed to numbness under Egil's relentless barrage, starting to struggle to maintain his grip on the warhamr.
Lord Jules... was faced with such a powerful adversary before? Laine gritted his teeth, channeling power into his warhamr, and as Egil's offensive briefly halted, he first struck downwards, landing squarely on Egil's wrist, then reversed with a sweep.
The head of the warhamr slamd into Egil's chest, causing the Divine Chosen Champion of Khorne to cough up a mouthful of blood. He retaliated by hitting Laine's right shoulder with the Hell Battleaxe.
Both duelists suffered injuries, but Egil indisputably recovered faster. The Divine Chosen Champion of Khorne bellowed furiously and then unleashed Khorne's flas from his battleaxe towards Laine. The black and red flas, imbued with filthy Chaos Energy, entirely engulfed Laine.
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