Chapter 235 85. The Chosen One and the Divine One
Unlike Malekith, who claimed that he was the mortal incarnation of Kane purely for political reasons, Tularis was the true messenger of the King of Murder, the bloody-handed god Kane. He is Kane's Chosen One, Hal Goncy's leader of the executioners, and one of the most brutal war leaders in the world. His dreams and waking hours are filled with Kane's violent whispers, which prompt him to commit great acts of slaughter. Although he has always been a loyal servant of Heliben, his first loyalty is to Kane, and only Kane!
Turaris knew who he was looking at, a godly hero who was extremely rare among the Yankees! These guys are more commonly known as Champions of Chaos in the Old World. The few that exist are mortal exemplars of Chaos, usually humans, with anomalous abilities and deadly intent. He may have understood what Khaine was whispering in his ear. , and also understood the purpose of this trip.
Turaris wielded his cleaver and struck violently at the head, neck, chest, and arms of the divine hero.
The obsidian armor of the divine hero flew with sparks and made a distorted sound, but he blocked Tularis's fierce blow with superhuman speed. The counterattack easily bypassed Tularis's defense and hit Tularis's shoulder armor. Another long sword passed by like a poisonous snake. His swords were crossed, and his huge and heavy body was spinning. An elegant and deadly dance.
In the Chaos Wastes, obsidian is one of the most precious materials for making armor. Armor makes the wearer appear larger and more dangerous to instill fear in their opponents. Obsidian is quite heavy. It is almost only used to make a complete set of armor. The wearer must be able to bear the weight of the entire set of armor in order to exert its normal combat effectiveness. This potential disadvantage greatly reduces the practicality of obsidian armor, and only a handful of warriors can wear it to its full strength.
Turaris used his cleaver to block a bolt of lightning piercing his abdomen, and struck upwards, hoping to cut the divine hero's chin with the curved upper edge of the weapon, but the divine hero stopped him at the last moment. Attack and let the cleaver slide harmlessly by. He did not stop when the attack failed, and steadily moved up and down with his heel as the axis, aiming at the right knee of the divine hero, but the divine hero anticipated the blow.
The long sword in the right hand of the divine hero easily blocked the blow. At the same time, the long sword in his right hand became blurred in front of Tularis' eyes.
Turaris' sharp reaction pulled him back in time, but even so, the divine hero's sword still left a shallow wound on his forehead, and pus flowed down his cheek. He had heard that the warriors chosen by the Chaos Gods possessed extraordinary strength and skills, but the reality was far greater than he had imagined.
It seemed to Druchi who was watching that even the fanatics of the Cain cult who worshiped the art of killing could not compare with the ruthless skills of the Chaos Champion Warrior.
Thinking quickly, Turaris retreated from the divine hero, looking for a way to turn the tide of the battle.
The brief distraction was almost enough to seal Turalis' fate, as a sword flew like lightning toward his face, and he twisted at the last moment, dodging the blow with a hiss of surprise. But too late, he realized the attack was a feint. The divine hero's second sword drew a fierce arc and swung downwards, striking his left leg just above the knee. Despite the resistance of the skirt armor and leg armor, hot pain still shot up from his legs, and he fell directly to the messy ground.
But Turaris quickly got up again. He had enough experience to know how to get up on the ground full of blood. The divine hero took advantage and loomed over him like a swooping eagle.
Turaris wildly waved the execution knife to block the attack route of the divine hero, but due to the injury to his leg, he lost his balance when swinging, which only made him more exposed than before.
The long sword in the right hand of the hero of the god rose from his helmeted head, and he slashed with his backhand, hitting the gap in the back of Tularis's execution knife, but the execution knife did not break. His execution knife was in great shape. Taking the life of its first victim in a sacrifice that had thirsted for blood ever since, it was a weapon blessed by Cain, who held off the horror with his white-knuckled cleaver. one strike.
The sharp blade of the divine hero once again avoided Tularis's cleaver, and the long sword hit Tularis' breastplate hard enough to suck out all the air from Tularis's lungs.
The flesh is like a furnace, and the rage is like a flame that never goes out. Turaris roared, and he was ignited with rage, and killing dominated him.
Turarius swung a terrible blow against the helmet of the divine hero, but the divine hero swung back gracefully, letting the cleaver pass harmlessly, and then struck back with the sword in his right hand. , hitting the arm guard. He saw a glob of blood spurt from the back of his hand, then watched as the divine hero stabbed him in the ribs with his left-hand sword. The sword pierced his breastplate neatly and sank a little deeper into his body. He staggered, knocked aside the sword that the divine hero swung again with a backhand blow, and then rushed towards the divine hero.
The divine hero seemed to be taken aback this time. Faced with Tularis's life-changing play, he retreated suddenly. He retreated quickly, but not quickly enough.
Turaris roared and launched an attack, slashing the decapitating knife at the breastplate of the divine hero, attacking the divine hero with terrifying blow after blow, trying to break the divine hero's defense.
But the divine hero used the long sword in his left hand to flexibly block every blow. When Tularis moved forward again, he waved his elbow and arm to directly knock it away, and then he stabbed Tularis with the long sword in his right hand. Larisse's already injured thigh.
Turalis knelt on one knee and roared in pain.
The divine hero wanted to deal with Turaris, but at this time the Druchi finally reacted, especially the pirates. Seeing that the situation was not going well, they took out their hand crossbows and boiled water to shoot at him. He could only raise his long sword. Resisting.
The sound of the arrows being fired and the crisp collision of steel and obsidian continued to resound.
The divine hero staggered back half a step, then slowly lowered his head and looked at the execution knife inserted into the joint of the armor on his abdomen.
Turaris took this opportunity to roll over from the pool of blood, and the terrifying force drove his execution knife to stab cleanly into the abdomen of the divine hero.
However, the divine hero did not fall. For a terrifying moment, all the Druchi in the audience were stunned. Every Druchi stared at the wound caused by Turalis's cleaver.
A thick black pus slowly dripped down the back of the knife. With a roar, the divine hero's long sword flashed past, and Turalis's foot kicked hard towards his calf, using his last strength to keep his body out of his attack range. Turaris let out a furious wail, rolled a few times and then knelt down on one knee.
"My lord!" shouted one of the executioners, and then threw the execution knife in his hand.
"Glory to Kane!" Tuularis's face turned pale with fear and anger. He took the thrown execution knife, took a deep breath, and a strange calmness passed over his face, and he shouted coldly road.
Turaris used his cleaver to support his body, then roared and rushed towards the divine champion who was still drawing his cleaver, his cleaver drawing deadly patterns in the air.
The divine champion fell back in the face of the sudden attack, almost slipping on the blood on the ground, and Turaris hit him again in the head, chest and legs. But still unable to penetrate his heavy armor, he stood up straight, twitched, and pulled out the execution knife that originally belonged to Turaris from his abdomen.
Turaris shouted and cursed at the Divine Champion while launching an attack. When he rushed in with his remaining strength, the Divine Champion backhanded him in the face with the hilt of his executioner's knife. .
The Druchi pirates finally used their special trick to deal with canned meat. Several steel chains with barbed steel chains twisted together wrapped around the divine hero's calf.
"Pull!" Dozens of Drukki pirates pulled the steel chain backwards at the same time like a tug of war. Malus and Julian did not rush up to join the battle but ran over and pulled the steel chain. The children of the Fallen Heart family They also ran over to help.
Just when the divine hero was about to attack Tularis's throat, he was caught off guard by a sudden pull and fell to the ground.
Turaris cursed bitterly, not sure whether he was cursing the troublesome pirates or the damned hero in front of him. With a cold look in his eyes, when the divine hero struggled to stand up, he grabbed the slight gap exposed on the divine hero's neck and breastplate. Without hesitation, he swung his execution knife and struck at the fleeting gap. passed.
When it was over, Turaris staggered over, grabbed the head of the divine hero and looked at it with satisfaction.
The Yankee, who was still trying to climb up the battlement, saw the headless body of the fallen hero. After being stunned for a moment, he climbed down from the ladder again.
"God of Bloody Hands, I give you this meager gift, one of many gifts! Let my killing today be glorious because of your name!" The
headless body of the divine champion was used by the Druchis to make a wooden blow. The rack was set up, and when the Yankees below the city saw the body, they did not try to snatch it back, but chose to retreat.
Fortunately, due to the unique geographical environment of Nagaros, night came faster than other places. The rolling tide of chaos in the northeast of Grond suddenly faded, and the Druch soldiers on the city wall once again burst into violent cheers. They knew After a while, they will change their defenses, and new troops will take over this section of the city defense. They have survived the first day of the Battle of Goronde. They don't need to stay on this section of the city wall at night. We will talk about tomorrow's matters. , No, there is no need for them to come up tomorrow, they have gained a day of precious rest time.
Loxia and Turaris were carried down, and Silsis, who was coordinating the command below, walked over and checked their injuries. After seeing that they were not seriously injured, he waved his hand.
"I just want to have a drink now and then lie in bed and have a good sleep." Julian said weakly to Malus who was walking next to him.
Malus nodded in agreement.
"Father." Julian said with a respectful salute when he saw Sirsis approaching.
"Well done, I'm proud of you. I believe you will be as outstanding as your brother in the near future." Sirsis did not look at Malus, but observed his son Julian. When Yuri saw Ann said with relief after the blood stains on his body were not Julian's.
Julian showed a proud expression when he first saw Silses. He was waiting for his father's praise. His father did praise him, but he just didn't say the last half of the sentence. His face He collapsed in an instant, nodded perfunctorily to Sirsis, and left straight away.
"Is he your son?" Malus, who was standing there, asked with some confusion.
"Are you confused? Isn't it obvious? I advise you not to have any thoughts about him." Sirsis looked at Malus and said angrily.
(End of chapter)