Warhammer Throne

On the plains, armies fought, and champions met in the chaos.

Ryan held the hammer in both hands, he took a deep breath, and silently looked at the blood-red plate armor all over his body, like Egil Steelbjorn where the blood **** descended to the world, looking at his tall and invincible figure, the armor on the Spikes and iron rings were covered with skulls, and among them was the head of Jules.

The champion of the Lake Fairy's selection knows that he should not be careless, otherwise he will end up with these losers.

And Egil is also looking at Ryan.

This young man is almost 1.85 meters tall and looks much shorter than his two meters and four. He is holding a golden griffon warhammer in his hand, wearing a fine plate armor, and the holy grail knight captain hanging on his chest. Badge.

The false gods in the lake...the champion of the gods? He was just a fighter at the pinnacle of legend, his breath was unstable, it was a sign that he was about to break through, Egil thought.

On the surface, Ryan’s strength is not even as good as Ulles, but Egil is never an idiot. He knows that the fairy of the lake will not appoint such a young man as the champion of God’s choice for no reason. Under a series of feats, this young man must have his own uniqueness.

The encounter of the two selected champions made the army automatically give way. Both the barbarians and the Bretonians attach great importance to the championship duel. Once a champion meets, the army will automatically give way to a local duel for them.

"One after another, one after another, Bretonians, do you know how many mortals I have eliminated? How many powerful enemies have I eliminated? The dragon demon was beheaded by me, the sea monster was heartbroken by me, and countless champions of chaos died in my hands. , Your proud knight commander has also become my collection." Egil's face was cold, and just behind him, the barbarians were completely defeated.

"One after another, one after another, Scarlins, do you know how much evil I have eliminated? Chaos champion Birieg, Terrorist Champion Destroyer, Nurgle, and now you are not worse than a Terrorist The champion is selected." Ryan's face was lightly mocked: "What about your physically disabled master? Is his **** stuck to his toilet?"

"Ah!" Egil only felt Ryan's words made him angry. He was the champion of fear of abuse. He couldn't bear Ryan's irony of his beliefs, and the glory was attributed to fear of abuse!

The Chosen Champion for fear of abuse is not a person who is particularly good at talking. He decided to talk less nonsense.

Egil raised the **** battle axe and pointed it directly at Ryan's face. Ryan knew that he could only take advantage of words, and everything had to be measured on the battlefield.

"Huh~" A gust of blood blew across Ryan and Egil's body. The horrified God-chosen champion knew that his army was going to fail here, but he would not fail.

He would take off Ryan's head, then slay out of the Host, and take his son back to Scarlins by boat.

Now, Ryan and Egil face each other. Both are the most glorious warriors of their respective countries. They are favored by their respective gods. They are the pride of their own race. Their stories will be active in the songs of the northern barbarians and Brittany for hundreds of thousands of years. Among the folk songs of Asia.

This is the real immortality. Their stories will be passed down in the world for a long time after they are gone. Until the end of the years, the duel of the two god-chosen champions will become an immortal epic. Obviously only one of them can Survive.

Egil first launched a violent offensive towards Ryan. The **** axe in his hand opened the sound barrier in the air like a whirlwind, tearing the space apart, and the harsh gale took Ryan's head.

Ryan retreated a little later, avoiding Egil's attack.

The **** axe in his other hand, Garm, continued to slam into Ryan's chest.

Ryan backed away again and escaped Egil's attack.

Next, Ryan seemed to be prepared for a long time, and he immediately turned over and avoided Egil's axe blade.

Egil's onslaught was once again empty.

Next, Egil launched a violent attack like a whirlwind, but Ryan didn’t take the initiative to fight him at all. He was like a loach. It seemed that Egil’s attack had an extraordinary anticipation for Egil’s attack, no matter how Egil tried. Attacked, Ryan quickly avoided.

"??? Damn Southerner, face me!" The Chosen Champion of Horror has never faced this kind of battle. He once carried the ancient dragon demon with his strength, and once fought against the chaotic giant. He once stood up to the evil spirit. The wizard's magic decapitated the opponent, but he had never encountered an opponent who only knew how to avoid his own attack: "Face me! Ryan Macado! Are you a knight like this?"

"Humph!" Ryan's mouth turned up, and his face sneered: "Keep on attacking! Disabled, even I can't beat you. You are also the champion of the **** of abuse? I often confront the demon prince who is afraid of abuse. I haven’t seen such a weak champion of choice."

"Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Then he trot a few steps and avoided Egil's attack.

"Boom!" A boulder was chopped to pieces by Egil, and the rubble was splashed in all directions. Taking advantage of Ryan's unsteady landing, Egil finally attacked Ryan.

"Clang!" Ryan quickly raised the warhammer and blocked Egil's onslaught. At this time, the chosen champion of the horror abuse had already opened the empty door because of continuous gun attacks. Ryan grasped his golden griffin warhammer when he saw this. After blocking Egil’s attack, he took up the warhammer and launched his own counterattack.

Egil's **** battle axe was bounced off, Ryan's eyes were red, he held the hammer in both hands, and took the war hammer back to his head.

"What?!" Egil hadn't regained his strength yet, and the golden Griffon hammer hit him directly in the face.

The attack was heavy, and the King of Scarlins was shot and flew out for more than a meter on the spot. The helmet was shattered, revealing the face under the helmet.

"Crack it~" Egil's left face was hit with full force by the Griffon warhammer. In the miserable howl, half of his face was directly smashed out of a pit by the great force on the warhammer, and two teeth flew from his mouth. Going out, blood splattered.

When Ryan saw this, he wanted to take advantage of the victory, and the horrified Chosen Champion immediately launched a brutal counterattack. Upon seeing this, Egil's **** axe in his left hand slashed directly at Ryan's ribs.

Ryan once again looked like long eyes behind his head, and quickly avoided, and Egil cut a hole again.

After so many rounds, Egil felt that he was losing his mind.

"Despicable Southerner! Only knows how to survive!" Egil began to feel extreme anger, and the horrified Chosen champion shouted at Ryan: "It's useless, I will catch you, defeat you, and tear you apart. To pieces! Blindly avoiding will not bring victory, die!!!"

"You can't beat people blindly and can't bring you victory, chaos." Ryan smiled mockingly at Egil: "The champion of the blood god, you can't even beat anyone. How can you win?"

Ryan and Anglang have both practiced against each other how many times, but Egil is strong, his attack is traceable in Ryan's eyes, and it is not so difficult to avoid.

The battle was at a stalemate. The battle between the two champions of the gods and gods was like a magnificent show. Egil’s onslaught was like a rolling steel storm. The axe blades rotated and the space was torn. A giant faintly appeared behind him. The voice of the blood-colored devil, he was like a blood **** descending into the world, exuding fearful blood-colored power.

Ryan's figure is like a smart phantom. He accurately avoided Egil’s series of onslaughts, and then looked for a chance to counterattack. Although Egil attacked Ryan only once to fight back, from the beginning to the end, he had the initiative in this battle. They are all controlled by Ryan.

On the battlefield, the barbarians have collapsed. Now, the last three thousand barbarian armies are gradually retreating toward the sea, and they assume a desperate battle, waiting for the knights' final attack.

"Go to die! Go to die! Go to die!" The battle between Egil and Ryan continued.

And Egil hadn’t won Ryan, and the horror of choice champion was anxious. He subconsciously increased the strength of his tomahawk by two points, and there is no doubt that Ryan continued to avoid his attack. On the contrary, Ryan’s warhammer A deep hole was left in Egil's shoulder armor.

Impossible, as far as it seems, Ryan Makado's strength is not even as good as Ulles! Egil's heart is full of irritability and madness, but why can't I attack him?

Because the speed is not enough!

Why is the speed not enough?

Because the power is too strong!

Understand, this southerner in front of me is irritating me!

Egil immediately understood that this was Ryan's strategy. He angered himself, and then due to his anger, Egil could not help but increase his strength. If the force was too strong, his speed would decrease.

So when the next attack, Egil finally confronted Ryan, the battle axe and the warhammer touched, and a fierce spark came out. When Egil’s second attack hit Ryan, Ryan also realized that Egil had found his Tactics.

So the two champions of their respective gods finally faced each other head-on.

Now, in the eyes of all the troops on the battlefield, the figures of the two chosen champions appeared in front of everyone.

Egil's tall figure is holding a double axe. He is like the incarnation of the blood god's will walking in the world. Every action turns into a death whirlwind and a torrent of steel, launching a series of deadly attacks towards Ryan.

Ryan held up the warhammer with both hands high, his face was hideous, he was the embodiment of the will of the lake **** in the world, in the blood god's choice champion like a torrent of iron onslaught, the lake god's choice champion did not have any fear, his hands were war hammered Making a golden trajectory, lightning flashes, and constantly defuses Egil's violent attack.

"Suffer to death! Suffer to death!" Egil controlled his anger, his double axes were as fast as lightning, and he attacked Ryan’s warhammer for more than a dozen times in one breath, making Ryan almost unable to lift his head. His arms gradually numb in Egil's frantic attack, and he began to have a tendency to be unable to hold the warhammer.

Your Excellency Ulles... Did you fight against such a powerful enemy before? Ryan gritted his teeth, he poured his power on his warhammer, taking advantage of Egil's offensive to temporarily stop, he first slammed downwards, hitting Egil's wrist, and then swept back.

The hammer head of the warhammer hit Egil's chest, and the Chosen Champion of Horror spit out a mouthful of blood, and he in turn hit Ryan's right shoulder with the **** axe.

Both sides of the duel were injured together, but there is no doubt that Egil recovered faster. The Chosen Champion of Horror let out a roar, and then released the flames of Horror from the battle axe towards Ryan, filled with black and red flames. With the filthy chaotic energy, Ryan was directly submerged in the flame.

"Ryan!" Su Liya was slaying a barbarian warrior with a sword, and she couldn't help exclaiming when she saw Ryan was enveloped in flames.

Black and red flames burned around Ryan, and everyone's eyes on the entire battlefield focused on Ryan and Egil.

Ryan did not disappoint the knights. The black and red flames were directly torn apart by him. Ryan's eyes were full of light blue psychic vortexes. He raised his hand towards Egil: "Psionic storm!"

The thick bucket of psychic storm lightning hit Egil's body directly, the flesh and skin rolled, the psychic storm burned Egil's whole body to blood, and the whole body was burned by lightning, causing the king of Scarlins to scream. Voice.

But he persisted. In this extreme pain, Egil overcame his sexual senses. He rushed towards Ryan directly against the psionic storm. The **** battle axe with both hands was used to resist the attacks of the psychic storm and could not move. , But he still has his own body!

Brutal collision!

Egil’s head was directly on Ryan’s chest. Ryan was hit before he could even react. Hell’s battle axe slashed on his chest. Ryan was injured on the spot. He was knocked over ten meters away and hit his head on the reef on the coast. Bleeding, a lot of blood dripped from the corners of his mouth: "Um~"

The chosen champion of the fairy in the lake was dizzy by the collision. He barely got up, and just reached out to wipe off the blood, but he looked up and saw a terrifying scene.

Egil’s wounds were all healed, and the blessings from the abuse of fear helped him to recover quickly. In the blink of an eye, Egil, who was covered in blood, healed all his injuries immediately. Now, he rushed towards Ryan in a big stride.

"Mortal, you are very strong and brave." Egil strode towards Ryan: "But after all, you can't understand the superiority of the true deity. The **** end is a reward that mortals can't imagine. I have already received it. My lord’s oracle, Ryan Makado, as long as you are willing to surrender and give your loyalty and glory to the blood god, the ascension is just around the corner."

"Ascension?" Ryan sneered from the bottom of his heart. He still didn't know what was ascension?

The promotion of demons is indeed a supreme reward for the chaos believers, because it means that the strength will be directly promoted by the evil **** to the top of the sanctuary, and it can also have immortality and immortality. Cthulhu's subordinate who cares a little bit.

This is an unimaginable reward for mortals.

But these things didn't have any attraction to Ryan. On the contrary, after being promoted, life and death were all in the hands of the evil god.

Egil walked closer, he wanted to say something.

Oncoming was a mass of **** spit. Ryan spit on Egil's face with a contemptuous expression, and then the warhammer swept away. While Egil was trying to negotiate, he slammed the hammer directly into his right cheek.

"@%#%&*!"

King Scarlins' face was smashed into a ball of mud by the warhammer, and several big teeth flew out of his mouth.

"Ahhhhh! Go to hell!" Egil was really enraged this time, he slammed Ryan's warhammer with an axe, and then, the voice of the champion of fear and abuse turned into an endless hurricane.

Whirlwind!

"Ding Ding Ding~" Ryan's face was grim. He released all his power. The golden warhammer incredibly resisted Egil’s powerful attack. Then, another psychic storm directly hit Egil’s body, spreading all over. The lightning of the body forced Egil to stop the offensive.

At this time, Ryan had also been forced to the side of the cliff on the coast.

A bloodthirsty smile appeared on the corner of Egil's mouth. He raised his right arm, the blood of the hell's battle axe bloomed, and the earth-shaking anger sounded.

"Behead!"

The golden griffon warhammer that had accompanied Ryan for nearly ten years turned into fragments in the sky in this rage. I want to talk about "" with more like-minded people, follow "Excellent Reading Literature" on WeChat, chat about life, and find friends~