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Chapter 235 85 Divine Chosen and Divine Lord

Author: The Fish Daxian who can’t swim

Chapter 235 85. Divine Choice and Divine Lord

Unlike Malekith, who claimed that he was the mortal incarnation of Khaine purely for political reasons, Tularis was the King of Murder and the true messenger of Khaine, the bloody-handed god. He was Khaine's chosen one, Hal Gunn.

Captain of the West 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 carry out great acts of slaughter. Although he has always been Heliben

A loyal servant, but his first loyalty is to Kane, and only Kane!

Turaris knew what the guy he was looking at was, a godly hero who was extremely rare among the Yankees! These guys were more commonly known as Chaos Champions in the old world, and the few of them were mortal examples of Chaos, usually

Being human, with extraordinary abilities and deadly intentions, he may have understood what Kane was whispering in his ear and the purpose of his trip.

Turaris wielded his cleaver and violently attacked the divine hero's head, neck, chest and arms.

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.

Another long sword swooped past Laris's shoulder armor like a poisonous snake. His swords were crossed, and his huge and bulky body rotated in an elegant and deadly dance.

In the Chaos Wastes, obsidian is one of the most precious materials used to craft armor. The armor makes the wearer appear larger and more dangerous, instilling fear in their opponents. Obsidian is quite heavy, and it is almost exclusively used to craft full sets of armor.

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 very small number of warriors can wear it to exert their full strength.

Turaris used his cleaver to block a bolt of lightning that pierced his abdomen, and struck upward, 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.

He attacked and let the beheading knife slide past harmlessly. After the failed attack, he did not stop. He steadily swung up and down with his heel as the axis, aiming at the right knee of the divine hero, but the divine hero expected this.

hit.

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 heard that

The warrior chosen by the Chaos Gods has extraordinary strength and skills, but the reality is far more powerful than he imagined.

To Druch who was watching, even the fanatics of the Cain sect 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 it was too late, and he realized that the attack was a feint. The divine hero's second sword drew a fierce arc and swung downwards, striking his left leg above the knee. Despite the skirt armor and

Kai Kai resisted, but the hot pain still shot up from his legs, and he fell directly to the messy ground.

But Turaris quickly got up again. He had sufficient experience to know how to get up on the ground full of blood. The divine hero had the upper hand, looming over his head like a swooping eagle.

Turaris wildly waved the cleaver 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 exposed his position more than before.

The long sword in the right hand of the hero of the god rose from the head of 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, and his execution knife was in great shape.

Taking the life of its first victim in a series of sacrifices, it has thirsted for blood ever since. It is a weapon blessed by Cain. He holds the cleaver with white knuckles to block the terrible

One blow.

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 body is like a furnace, and the rage is like a flame that never goes out. Turaris roared, and he was ignited by the flames, 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.

, hit the arm guard. He saw a ball of blood spurting out from the back of his hand, and then watched the divine hero pierce his ribs with his left-hand sword. The long sword pierced his breastplate neatly.

, submerged a little into the 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 Turalis's life-changing play, he retreated suddenly. He retreated quickly, but not fast 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. Then he stabbed Tularis with the long sword in his right hand.

Larisse has injured his thigh.

Turaris 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 shooting out 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 stream of thick black pus slowly trickled down the back of the sword. With a roar, the divine hero's long sword flashed past, and Turaris's foot kicked hard towards his calf, using up his last strength.

His strength allowed his body to escape the range of his attack.

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 executioner's 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.

Facing the sudden attack, the divine champion fell back and almost slipped on the blood on the ground. Turaris hit him again on the head, chest and legs. But it was still unable to penetrate his heavy armor. He stood

He straightened up, twitched, and pulled out the execution knife that originally belonged to Turaris from his abdomen.

Turaris yelled 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.

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The Drukhi 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 knowing whether he was cursing the troublesome pirates or the damn divine hero in front of him. With a cold look in his eyes, when the divine hero struggled to stand up, he grabbed the divine hero.

There was a slight gap in the hero's neck and breastplate. Without hesitation, he swung his execution knife and struck at the fleeting gap.

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 the ladder again.

"God of Bloody Hands, this meager gift I give you is one of many gifts! Let my killing today be glorious for your name!"

The headless body of the divine champion was set up on a wooden frame by the Druchis. 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 comes 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 Sirsis, who was coordinating the command below, walked over and checked their injuries. After seeing that they were all fine, he waved his hand.

"I just want to have a drink now and then lie on the 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

An said with relief after the blood stains on An's body were not Julian's.

Julian showed a proud expression when he first saw Syrsis. 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.

"You were confused? Isn't it obvious? I advise you not to have any thoughts about him." Hirsis looked at Malus and said angrily.

(End of chapter)