Chapter 323: Unexpected Encounter
King Gaston woke up from his sleep and immediately picked up the sword beside the bed.
The bloodthirsty roars of the Norscans and the screams of the Imperial sailors mixed together, and the warnings and reports of the Bretonnian knights were not clearly transmitted to Gaston's ears through the noise.
The servants burst into the king's chambers in fear, bringing him the obvious news - the Norse invasion.
"Armor me."
Like an old lion, with white hair scattered on the majestic shoulders, his calm voice seemed to contain infinite power, which calmed the servants instantly.
The sound of gunfire and arrows cutting through the air did not make him frown. The holy light penetrated Gaston's skin and shone persistently in the darkness - he was also a Holy Grail Knight, an immortal saint.
The squire dressed the king in gorgeous armor with awe. A sensible warrior always avoids being too dazzling. Obviously, the proud knight king had a reserved arrogance towards danger.
Even though power and time had smoothed his edges and turned the once valiant knight of adventure into a wise king, the courage and faith in his bones had never changed.
The sword of Cologne exuded the power of faith in the king's hand. He did not wear heavy armor, but as always, he firmly fixed the crown of Bretonnia on his head.
The dazzling golden light illuminated the darkness, and he looked like the son of the "founding father" Saint Gilles - the first King Louis to wear this crown.
As the immortal, divine king walked out of the room, all the warriors in the darkness noticed the golden light shining in the center of the warship.
As if he were a living legend, the Holy Grail Champion raised his sword to the Norscans rampaging in the warships. The breath of discipline was entangled in the king's fiery words, echoing in the ears of every warrior:
"They think we are prey! Haha~ What do you think? Warriors! Champions! My loyal warriors! Take up your courage and draw your swords! Tell them, tell these foolish Norscans, the glorious Bretonnia cannot be violated! They dared to block the expedition, let them know how stupid this is! Stand up to them! Judge them! Judge these unclean people who have gone astray! In the name of the King of Bretonnia, the successor of Saint Gilles,
I declare this! They have committed unforgivable crimes, and only death can forgive their sins! "
He stood on the high ship's tower, exposed to the eyes of the arrogant Chaos warriors, completely ignoring the boiling fighting spirit of the Norscans and the steps of the champion warriors approaching him.
The courage and confidence were transmitted far away by the voice of the Holy Grail Knight, and both the Imperials and the Bretonnians regained their composure from the chaos.
Order was rebuilt, and the soldiers who fought on their own found their backbone. Even if they were unwilling to admit it, the soldiers of the empire quietly moved closer to the leader of the foreign country.
A fearless leader is always something to be admired.
The flames spread across the warships, and wave after wave of soldiers regrouped in the chaos, forming arrays with their temporary comrades.
There are no noble knights or lowly paupers; they are all equal in the face of death.
The crisis forced the people of the two kingdoms to unite under one leader to fight against the Norscans.
When the brave king personally joined the battle, every soldier was inspired by his ferocious fighting.
Despite his age, he still looks majestic.
His eyes burned with an unquenchable anger towards filth; there was no trace of desire in those bright eyes, only holiness and nobility.
A faint white light enveloped the figure in armor, making the warrior under the golden crown look like a perfect king from a legendary story.
The killing did not fade his holiness, but only emphasized his solemnity and unbearableness.
"Skull for the Skull Seat!"
Egil Stobjorn swung his axe at the knight who dared to challenge him. His almost demonic strength easily broke the knight's block and directly cut off his head.
On the black Chaos Armor, the symbol of Khorne on the spikes greedily demands blood, driving the champion holding two flaming axes to spread terror to the "civilized people".
Egil seized the knight's head and hurled it far away, and the dead man tumbled down before his king, his eyes wide open, and the sacred flames trembled with violence.
Egil smelled the scent of anger, and he liked it. He liked strong enemies.
Anger inspires power, and centuries of endless plunder have taught him this truth, which is close to the truth.
The Blood God is watching here.
Hell's Axe - Garm and Gorm are shaking.
The bloodthirsty demon in the battle axe was excited, and its reaction made Egil certain that the true God was watching the battlefield.
The joy from the bottom of his soul came entirely from the revelation of the prophet - there was a woman in Bretonnia who could give birth to a baby boy with him.
Perhaps the strange old man in black robes was not lying, and the Blood God was ready to fulfill the insignificant wishes of his loyal servant.
The true God had never paid so much attention to him.
More blood is needed, and more blood must be piled up with the best warriors of Bretonnia to repay the Blood God.
"I am Egil Stirbjorn! I have hunted monsters in the cold badlands to entertain bloodthirsty demons, and I have also smashed mountains and ripped out the hearts of dragon demons!
Dozens of Chaos tribes have succumbed to my power, and even Chaos Dwarves have to bow before me!
All the beasts of the north have died by my hand. The monsters of the sea fear me. The dragons of the sky fear my glare. They dare not even land when I appear! King of Bretonnia, face me! Show me the bravery of the Bretonnians!"
The first to respond to Egil was not King Gaston, but a loud, angry roar from the depths of the forest.
Elves have always been associated with dragons, apparently, and the oldest of the Woods of Laurentrollon is the "Star Dragon" Serkostek, who long departed from Ulthuan.
The old dragon who had witnessed the vicissitudes of life naturally understood the loud invitation of the ants. Even during the "Cataclysm", the Keepers of Secrets who invaded the island of Ulthuan would not say such big words that would make the dragons dare not land! The huge old dragon broke free from the forest and rose to the sky.
Its scales reflected the firelight on the ground, and its earth-shaking dragon roar announced its presence to all living things on earth.
Serkostek did not underestimate the enemy and saw the Chaos Champion clearly.
That Norse chieftain wasn't entirely human, he was more like a Chaos Demon in human form.
He has the right to talk big, but he has to pay the price for it.
The dragon's shadow was hidden in the darkness, and the terrifying beast fell straight towards the Chaos Champion who was known as "the one who dared not let dragons land" with a terrifying sound of wind.
(End of this chapter)
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