Chapter 254 Confrontation and Destiny
When Imric was fighting with the Demon Prince, Teclis had already released the spell that he had prepared for a long time.
On the left side of the battlefield, an orange-yellow magical whirlpool began to flow wildly with the wind. A flaming phoenix with a wingspan of thirty meters appeared high in the sky above the battlefield, with little particles of starlight swaying from its lifelike feathers.
The phoenix spread its wings, raised its head, and let out a crisp chirp unique to birds. It swooped forward, melting steel and stinking flesh wherever it went, and leaving traces of flames on the black hard soil. It sprinted for two full seconds. It gradually disappeared after a hundred meters.
Teclis' magic caused gaps in the enemy's formation. The halberdiers could feel the pressure in front of them gradually shrinking. After killing the enemy in front of them, they would not immediately pick up the second or third one like before.
Everyone next to them stared at this miraculous spell with wide eyes. Even the female vampire who had been walking around the world for hundreds of years and thought she had seen enough did the same. Teclis' Ten Thousand Flames Gathering had already Comparable to several volleys from Imperial artillery.
And judging from how he continued to raise his staff, he seemed to be able to cast spells. Asul was really terrifying.
Teclis, who was riding on his horse, remained silent. Although he enjoyed the admiring gaze, after all, no elves would compliment him in Ulthuan, but now was not the time to care about false reputations.
An archmage who does not need to compete with the enemy for control of magic. This is Teclis' position in this war, and the magic turret comes into play.
The petrified bodies of the life system made the Halberdiers stronger, the blood of the earth healed the injured soldiers, the metal system's destructive molten metal fell from the sky, countless silver-white metal pendants pierced the body, and the blue ball lightning of the heaven system continued. Swim around and harvest the lives of your enemies.
He didn't seem to care about the backlash that the wind of magic would bring. One person's ability was already comparable to that of an army.
Magnus, who was staying next to him, saw the amazing power of Teclis, and secretly made up his mind to establish an official organization of mages at all costs after the war to meet all Teclis' requirements, just to make up for the empire's weakness in magic. vacancy.
Groups of enemies fell under Teclis's magic, but more enemies would fill the gap later, seeming to mock the Alliance of Order's overestimation of its capabilities. Even with the support of magic, it was just a futile move. .
The first row of halberdiers began to fall. The magic delayed them for some time, but it did not save their lives. The Kurgans charged with overwhelming force, often taking away the life of an Imperial man before they died.
Under the command of the imperial captain, another row of halberdiers entered the battlefield. Swordsmen holding swords and shields mingled among them to provide close cover for their comrades. The halberds pierced the war horses and sharply The sword penetrated the rider who fell off his horse, but was immediately killed by the enemy who charged after him. Rows of soldiers were constantly resisting forward, fighting hand to hand with the enemy.
In this era when gunpowder has not been officially established as a national weapon by the empire, only the desperate bravery of everyone can drive danger away from the land on which they live. The establishment of the empire was when Sigmar was still a tribe. They were beaten hammer after hammer under the leadership of the leader, but the bloodiness has not disappeared from them.
In the center of the battlefield, Imric's location has become an open space. Since throwing away the demon prince who turned into a dead dog, this place has become a restricted area.
The war horses passed each other, glaring at each other with those eyes, trying to find some advantage for the riders on them.
The clanging sound of weapons being swung was endless, and just like the horses beneath them, the two riders were also looking for each other's weaknesses.
After the two people's bodies crossed each other, Imric immediately rotated the spear of valor so that the head of the spear faced backwards and stabbed sideways towards the Eternal Chosen. This was a typical carbine move. With the Dragon Prince's martial arts, it naturally appeared Extremely deadly, the already opened double blades of the gun penetrated directly into the back of the Eternal Chosen's heart.
But being able to become the Eternal God's Chosen, he will definitely not be hit by such a "little trick". Isava Kuhl twisted his body, and the battle ax blessed by the four gods immediately blocked the heroic spear, and controlled the war horse to prepare to face him again. Confrontation. The swift spear blade hit the axe twice. Relying on the tacit understanding with Mortellius for many years, Imric had already completed the turning movement, raised his hands and turned the spear over.
The heroic spear drew bursts of sparks on the body of the axe, and he stretched his body forward again, raised his arm, and attacked the throat of the Eternal God's Chosen at this distance.
Isava Kuhl did not expect that this elf was so skilled in martial arts. He could attack twice with his carbine as the war horses passed by. He even completed his turn faster than himself, trying his best to lean his body back in an attempt to hide. He passed the short range of the spear thrust, but he only felt a burning pain from his neck to his jaw.
The sharp spear blade cut through the body of the Four Gods Blessing, and a wound appeared from Isava Kuhl's neck to his chin, but this was not the end. Imrik had already withdrawn the spear, and the target was clearly the Eternal God's Chosen One. Chest.
"Drink!!!" Isava Kuhl suddenly let out a roar, and the strong air flow flew towards Imrik along with the gravel trampled by the battle. The same was true for the dark energy. The gravel blessed by the power of the Eternal God's Chosen The stone turned into magic bullets, hitting Imric one by one, making crisp echoes as it hit the armor.
This bought Isava Kull some time. The main area targeted by those gravel attacks was Imric's abdomen, and in front of the abdomen was Mortellius. The war horse's eyes were not protected. Even if there were, The Dragon Prince couldn't see his mount that had been with him for many years injured. He could only swing his gun to shoot down the gravel that was as fast as bullets.
"Elf, tell me your name." Isawa Kuhl did not take advantage of Imrik to cover Mortellius and attack suddenly. At first, he thought that this elf only relied on some means to defeat Aza. Zell, but what he didn't expect was that he actually encountered a valuable opponent here.
"Imric, Prince of the Caledor Dragon." He spoke calmly. Imric knew that he would definitely not be able to defeat this Eternal God's Chosen in a short time. This guy's martial arts and physique were extraordinary, and the equipment on his body was probably far inferior. The Six Chaos Artifacts of the Thirteenth Eternal Chosen are luxurious, but they still cannot be underestimated.
The power of liberating the Heroic Spear may be able to suppress it, but it seems that the gain is not worth the loss. Minas Nir has already been dispatched, and continuing to use it up will not be of much help to the battle situation. The giant beast poses a much greater threat to the battlefield than he alone.
"You don't seem to want to start a life-and-death showdown with me here." Asava Kuhl seemed to see through Imric's thoughts. The blessings of Tzeentch and Slaanesh allowed him to see into people's hearts, even if there is a special The power protects the consciousness of the enemy in front of him, but he can still be vaguely aware of it.
Beside the two of them, countless warriors passed by each other, roars and roars filling every corner of the battlefield, but it seemed like they were chatting here, out of tune with their surroundings.
"Indeed, if we were in Ulthuan, I would cut off your head as a trophy no matter what, but unfortunately the war situation does not allow me to do this." Imrik shook his shoulders casually. This guy is not a horse. Rekis, his hatred for him is not enough to start a life-or-death duel regardless of the situation of the battle.
Isava Kuhl stared at Imric in front of him with eyes burning with fire. He was a little hesitant to leave the Dragon Prince here. This was a valuable opponent, but it would take a lot of time to win.
Thinking of this, the revelation given by the gods came to mind again. It was his destiny to fight with the imperial man holding the warhammer.
"This life-and-death showdown is not my destiny. Maybe you and I will never see each other again before the end of this war." Isava Kuhl slowly spoke and put down the battle ax raised on his chest. At this moment His performance is hard to believe as a crazy Chaos believer, but more like an intellectual who restrains his words and deeds.
Interesting, Magnus, even with his own variable, it seems that he still wants to die under the hammer of the pious.
"That's really a pity. It seems that those poets have lost another epic to sing." Imrik did not express too many thoughts about this. The war duel was full of variables, and this eternal divine choice did not allow a few The siege of the Chaos Champions is already considered a matter of martial ethics.
After finishing speaking, some particles of light emerged from Mortellius' feet, and his figure began to become illusory. The flame mage's teleportation magic had worked, and the next step was to rush to another battlefield.
(End of chapter)