Chapter 275: Last Light (Part 3)

Bloodhand Ranger avoided the edge of Kotego’s scepter with a dexterity that was no less than Lynch’s, and at the same time forced Abel back with his long sword.

Abel, who was powerful and blessed by God, became the core of the battle.

The God-chosen champion had no intention of joining forces with the devil. Any champion who came within five meters of him was attacked indiscriminately. Whether in terms of strength or skill, Abel, who had been blessed many times by the Blood God, was superior to the other two.

Lynch could only rely on his tenacious recovery ability to stand firm in front of him. Fortunately, Abel was a little slower. When he found that a head-on confrontation was not feasible, Lynch only focused on moving around and launched a dragonfly-like attack in the lightning-fast confrontation.

The mount of the Chosen Champion wanted to join the battle but was stopped by Abair. Due to the curse of Khorne, the Bloodthirsty One had to stand guard for the three in the fierce battle.

The two of them could have easily defeated the enemy together, but the "Undefeated" had a pride that was no less than that of the elves.

When Lynch swung the scepter towards Abel's head again, the red hell blade almost cut through the lizardman's skin from the right side. Lynch had been on guard against it and moved slightly to the left to avoid the attack. After the scepter and the battle axe crossed, he blocked the sword and triggered a light arc to push it towards the vampire.

The vampire dodged the arc of light without hesitation. Lynch wanted to chase him, but Abel was chasing him so closely that he had to turn around to meet the enemy.

When the God-chosen Champion wanted to knock Lynch down in one fell swoop, the bloodletter's insidious Hellblade forced Abair to turn around and defend. Lynch, who was at a disadvantage, took the opportunity to launch a violent counterattack and broke Abair's offensive.

The Lizardmen no longer care about the consumption of the scepter's energy. Only the melting arc can restrain the self-healing ability of the Khorne Champion. Brute force alone cannot directly annihilate the body of the Khorne Champion.

The sun lit up the night sky and melted the snow between the gravel.

The powerful blows and collisions failed to cause any harm to the three fighting parties, but instead left the glacier riddled with holes.

The lizardmen holding shining light staffs were like gods fighting against demons, attracting the surviving Norscans from all over the glacier to worship them foolishly.

The three champions maintained a delicate balance invisibly. The Khorne champions preferred to enjoy the battle alone, and no champion was willing to turn his back to a third party.

Abel arrogantly rejected Uzul's alliance, and the overly powerful Chaos Humans once attracted the Lizardmen and Demons to join forces.

He not only wants to kill the lizardmen, but the bloodthirsty vampires are also his target.

After realizing this, Uzul turned his attention to the Chosen Champion and continued to look for opportunities to kill the Ancient Champion, but he did not have the power of Abel and could not gain any advantage over the guarded Lizardmen.

The Icefang Mountains were destroyed by three rampaging beasts. Among the glaciers, the Norse tribes who did not follow the army south fled in fear in the direction away from the battle, trying to avoid unnecessary disaster.

The people of the Sali tribe fled from the Icefang Mountains in vain. The constantly collapsing mountains seemed like the end of the world. Unlucky Norscans were constantly buried by avalanches. This once prosperous tribe met with a devastating disaster in the aftermath of the championship showdown.

Fortunately, one of the champions had his own ideas. He moved the battlefield to the south regardless of the consequences, wanting to catch up with the Chaos army invading from the south. That was his mission.

The young Sali, who was born with the mark of chaos, did not panic like his tribesmen. He lay in the snow, staring in a trance at the three figures going away and the huge flesh hound dodging in the gravel and falling snow.

It was the first time that Ulfric had seen such a powerful warrior. Before this, no Chaos warrior had ever been able to split the earth with an axe or smash the mountains with his body.

Eugen withdrew his gaze from Tigris. The frail body of the legendary wizard was not suitable for participating in the championship duel.

But he had other ways of intervening.

Teclis let go of his reservations and frantically summoned the spell of sky disaster. Meteorites streaked across the sky, and a meteorite rain fell towards the three parties in the duel.

Eugen wasn't sure if this was a good idea, Lynch was still there.

But the archmage seemed to have some confidence in this, he believed that the lizardmen could survive the meteor shower.

Humans sat on floating seats, using the images projected by the suspension engine to watch the championship showdown that went beyond common sense with both worry and excitement, and from time to time they grabbed a handful of fried peanuts and put them in their mouths to relieve their tension.

Dozens of meteorites, dragging their tails of fire, passed through the atmosphere and flew straight to the south of the Bingya Mountains.

On the southern edge of the troll kingdom, another ordinary tragedy took place on earth.

The shooting star was the last beautiful sight that old Ivan of Winter Village saw. He used his hammer to jam the mouth of another troll that was chasing him, buying himself the last breathing time. He looked reluctantly at Boye who was looking back to the south with gritted teeth.

This reluctance soon turned into urging. Igor Boye must return to Levich the Great Boye and inform the nobles of their discoveries on the Norse Peninsula.

Those Norscan invaders were just a precursor, not even a vanguard.

There are endless Chaos Warriors approaching Kislev, including giants, mammoths, and even dragons.

Old Ivan had only seen such a horrific scene in the middle of the Great Crusade, when he and his companions were instantly scattered by the Chaos army, with only a few lucky ones surviving.

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When Ivan found out that Boyer was unwilling to give up on him, he became unusually angry. Even if the troll caught him, it could not stop his final cry.

"Run! For Kislev! Get out of here!"

The veteran got angry at the young Boyer for the first and last time.

There are countless Ivans in Kislev, and except Igor who escaped with tears in his eyes, no one cares about the death of an "Ivan".

Courage and faith left Ivan, and it seemed that he would remain forever on the battlefield at the northern end of the Western State.

Young Ivan had already mustered up the courage to accept the worst situation, but his unwavering stance disappeared in the cruel flesh and blood. The unstoppable wolf pack and the Norse army following closely behind shattered the faith of the Ugor archers.

The old horse, with whom Ivan had shared joys and sorrows for twenty years, died. When the Chaos War Mastiff suddenly circled around Ivan's side, he knew that everything was over.

The horse's corpse pressed on Ivan, cutting off his hope of escape. The Chaos War Mastiff tore at the flesh of the steppe horse hungrily, glancing at the human viciously from time to time, and its smelly saliva splashed all over Ivan's face.

Ivan was holding someone's arm behind his head. The cold and sticky touch pressed against the back of his head. He only needed to slightly turn his head to see the heads chopped off by the Chaos Warriors lying on the red snow.

There were many heads on the ground.

The man who was lying on his back saw a meteor streaking across the sky. He prayed to the meteor and to Ersun. He hoped that anything would happen to give him a quick death.

(End of this chapter)