Chapter 54: Primal Instinct

The chaotic situation did not affect the two champions. The noisy battlefield was far away, and the two fighters only had each other in their world.

The undefeated man's heavy punch made Lynch dizzy, and Lynch's bite also left Tarofast with flesh and blood.

The brutal fight turned the mighty champion into a bloody man.

The blood and flesh of both sides splattered on the ground, solidifying the soil.

Lynch heard someone calling his name, but he had no time to be distracted.

The Blood God Champion tore Lynch's chest scales with great force. He had forgotten how many times he had torn off the lizard man's scales.

New scales grew out quickly, and Tarofast had no choice but to tear off the new scales again.

The armor gave him immortality, but it did not give him an inexhaustible spirit.

The undefeated man's regrown right hand slowly penetrated into Lynch's flesh, trying to take out his heart.

Lynch tried hard to tear off Tarofast's head with his claws, but he was unable to do so for a long time due to the weakness caused by the loss of life.

Lynch consumed too much energy to heal the wounds caused by the Chosen Champion.

Tarofast was never able to seriously injure Lynch, but he just beat him up numerous times, leaving him covered in bruises.

Lynch had brought Tarofast to the brink of death hundreds of times, but Khorne's heavy brass armor made killing his champion a luxury.

There were dense shouts and cries approaching the two wrestlers, and Kotego's light illuminated the warriors in the bloody battle.

The evil light of the blood moon in the sky grew brighter, and the dim sound of war drums rang out from all directions on the battlefield.

The bloodthirsty creature seemed to have suddenly received an order and fell to the ground like a meteorite, killing all living things around the two champions.

The two champions, who were already struggling, almost fainted, but the big devil did not come to disturb the champions' showdown.

The bloodthirsty demon roared and split the earth with his battle axe. Magma overflowed from the ground with black smoke and surrounded the champion's arena.

The Great Demon blocked the way of the Order Alliance, and at the same time slaughtered all the horned beasts and chaos warriors who dared to approach, regardless of friend or foe.

The mages saw a majestic figure in the blood moon as if in a hallucination. Even though it was only a flash like foam, it made all the witnesses wail and turned into blood.

Lilith's Moon Staff blocked Teclis's sight, and the archmage, with lingering fear, led the surviving magic swordsmen to confront the bloodthirsty one.

The eight magical winds no longer obeyed the orders of the mages. They roared and showed their chaotic side.

Obamon had no idea what was happening, the winds of magic were rejecting him wildly.

Without the help of magic, the warriors can only rely on courage and skills to face the bloodthirsty people who have reached the pinnacle in this field.

It was like a toy placed at random, being forced into one unfair trial after another by a will beyond reality.

Lynch persevered in shaking off the dizziness caused by the concussion, taking a step ahead of the Chaos Lord, pressing on him and hitting him hard on the head.

Brains spilled from the Chosen Champion's ruptured head, exacerbating his discomfort.

The drums of war became more and more intense. At the urging of the drums, the God-chosen Champion mustered his strength and launched a fragile counterattack.

The weak beating is like the champion's lost spirit.

Tarofast recalled his childhood wanderings in the empire.

The cowardly child was like this now, being pinned to the ground and beaten by a group of imperialists, venting his anger at the invasion of his homeland, even though the war had nothing to do with him.

It was like a last glimmer of light before death, or like the aftermath of the collapse of will under extreme pressure.

The counterattack of the God-chosen Champion became weaker and weaker. Instead, due to the warlike instinct of the lizard man, Lynch directly entered a state of primitive rage in his weakness! Lynch had never been in this state for such a long time! His reason was completely suppressed by anger. Like an ordinary lizard man, he was tireless and painless. He squeezed all his potential and killed at an excessive capacity. The only thing in his eyes was killing his prey.

This is the savagery that the ancient saint Taranksla bestowed upon the lizardmen! After his eyeball was shattered again, Tarofast tried his best to see his opponent clearly when he regained his sight.

He was a warrior who would not be defeated. There was no other emotion in the cold-blooded eyes except for the stubborn determination to fight to the death.

The Undefeated did not know what was driving it, and even the most ignorant villagers of the Empire knew the prophecy, the legend of world destruction.

Why would the champion choose the side that was doomed to destruction?

Tarofast wanted to question this crazy warrior, but his scattered mind could hardly control his body, and he could only passively endure his cold-blooded rage.

Looking back on his dark life, it was the Blood God who allowed Talofast to be reborn from a Norseman who was bullied by others and turned into a warlike butcher.

Unfortunately, Tarofast failed to seize this opportunity and he lost.

Hundreds of years of suffering have all become a passing cloud. The loser is not worthy of becoming the champion of the Blood God!

The armor bestowed by God melted under the light of the blood moon, and the evil spear of God's grace disappeared, only to reappear in the most dangerous place, waiting for its next master, the next "Undefeated".

The blood color of the evil moon gradually faded, and the whistling horn sounded like the laughter of a powerful person.

The devil disappeared from reality just as suddenly as he had come.

From far away, a dog's bark crossed the distance and echoed in Lynch's ears.

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That is the next challenger, the demon that challenges Lynch.

The Blood God has never let go of any warrior who dared to reject his gift. He is the final destination of all warriors, not the petty plans of a group of losers.

The magma surrounding Lynch cooled down, and in the smoke, a light-colored lizardman walked out silently.

The Norse raiders cried out the name of the Chosen Champion, but received no response as in the past.

The shouts became weaker and weaker, and the enthusiasm of the bloodthirsty warriors gradually cooled.

Amidst countless calls, the warriors looked in disbelief at the lizard man who picked up the scepter again.

"Skull for the Skull Seat!"

The Chaos Warrior roared as he launched a final charge, only to be buried by the elves' arrows almost as if seeking death.

Hundreds of years of conquest ended, and so did their faith.

When Lynch raised the scepter and led the cold-blooded people to start slaughtering again.

When the smoke cleared, the corpse of the chosen champion completely broke the will of the Norsemen.

The remaining raiders shuddered as they witnessed the death of the Chosen One.

The champion who dared to refuse the orders of the Eternal Chosen, led them to kill one powerful enemy after another, and frightened countless warriors in the Old World, died silently.

The barbarians from the north began to flee, and a few diehard fans of Tarofast, like the Chaos Warriors, launched a mortal charge and fell asleep in the jungles of a foreign land with their champion.

"Blood sacrifice to the Blood God!"

Without the guidance of the destiny man, how could they travel across the ocean? How could they go to Antarctica for a pilgrimage despite the threats of countless demons and beasts in the Antarctic wasteland?

There was no ripple at all, and all the Chaos minions that rushed over were killed.

Seeing that the situation was not good, the Beastmen also fled with the Norse raiders.

Before Lynch could give the order to pursue, a pink mist floated in the forest, and the screams of humans or beastmen were heard densely in the mist.

A faint scent of musk wafted in the wind, and the elves looked at each other in confusion.

The cold-blooded creature shook off the blood on his weapon and looked at the pink smoke spreading through the forest with hatred.

(End of this chapter)