The High King of Norsca held onto the hilt of the Frostmourne Sword, his scarlet eyes staring closely at the Tyrannosaurus and the ancient lizardman warriors. There was no doubt that the lizardman in front of him was a loyal servant of the ancient saint, and most likely a loyal servant.

The most powerful among servants: "For the gods!"

The only answer to Varmir was the roar of Ku-gar and the roar of Quimok's horse.

"Roar!" The loyal servant of the Ancient Saint i, the last guardian of the temple city Ashoto and the lizardman war leader launched the attack first.

The war spear of Lord Tarankosla, once held by the ancient saint "Mystic" Karstok, faced off against the sword of Frostmourne given by the evil god of Chaos.

"Qiang! Qiang! Qiang!" In the blink of an eye, the two artifacts clashed several times. The ancient saint's spear was far superior to ordinary items. Valmir Aislin immediately felt the huge power coming from the spear itself. Norsca Supreme

The king felt a deeply abhorrent purifying force coming along the Frostmourne Sword. He was about to twist his wrist to deflect the sword's edge to remove the huge force, but Ku-Jia's mount, the tyrannosaurus Quimok, did not give him a chance.

This ferocious beast opened its bloody mouth and bit away.

The Frost Demonic Dragon swung its long and thick neck, and the layers of frost-coated dragon scales suddenly stood up, and the sharp ends of the scales pierced directly into the giant teeth of the Tyrannosaurus.

"Ugh!" The giant beasts collided, and Varmir was almost thrown out by the huge force. His tall body sat firmly on the back of the Frost Demonic Dragon. He quickly swung his sword, holding the Chaos Sword with one hand, and slashed in front of him.

And down.

"Cang!" Ku-Jia cast his keen eyes, and the lizardman war leader immediately raised the god's war spear to resist. The last guardian and his mount were almost hit by the giant sword, and the tyrannosaurus Quimok rolled over dangerously.

Avoid the bites of giant blades and frost dragons.

The High King of Norsca cut open a deep trench more than ten meters long and as wide as a man with one sword. The rising black mist was a blessing from the four gods of chaos. The evil god glanced at the bloody battlefield in the mortal world. Wamir did not

When he had time to continue swinging his sword, he immediately raised the giant brass shield of his left arm to resist Ku-Jia's fierce attack. The god's war spear swept forward with penetrating power that broke through the sound barrier. The surface of the brass shield burst into blood, which was embarrassing.

Blocked the first blow.

The unparalleled power of the war spear of the god Tarankosla stabbed out continuously. When Ku-Jia saw that the attack failed, he twisted his burly body in an incredible way. The war spear swept across and struck the second blow. His opponent immediately turned over to avoid it. Frost Mourning

The blade of the sword made a circle in mid-air.

One person and one lizardman landed at the same time, and the duel was divided into two battlefields, the tyrannical dragon Quimoc versus the frost demon dragon Garoslavi, and the war leader Ku-Gar versus the Norscan High King Valmir-Aislin.

In an instant, the great sword of chaos and the war spear of the god clashed four times in the air.

"I am the most beloved warrior of the gods! And you, the cold-blooded beast, are nothing!" The power of chaos sweeping over the earth continued to gather on Wamir's body, and the cold white blade of the Frostmourne Sword suddenly struck the lizard man.

The blasphemous power of chaos directly corroded the golden collar worn by Ku-Jia. Wamir raised his arm and grabbed the giant brass shield. There was an explosion with his left arm, and he threw the shield out, more than ten meters away.

Ku-Jia, who had just stabilized his body, waved the hand of the gods. As he raised his hand, the giant brass shield weighing hundreds of kilograms spun twice in the air, and then hit the chaotic barbarian army formation dozens of meters away.

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The bodies of more than forty Norse champion raiders broke apart, blood and flesh splattered everywhere, and the giant brass shield made a huge noise after being rolled over.

The next second, a golden lightning tore apart several barbarian bodies, and accompanied by an extremely loud sound of breaking the air, it came to Varmir. The High King of Norska held swords in both hands, and the black giant sword unleashed the power of chaos. He had not yet reversed the offensive.

He had no choice but to use his giant sword to block. In an instant, the lizard man's huge body flashed past, and Ku-Jia stretched out his sharp claws and grabbed Valmir's neck.

"Boom!" The ground trembled, a burst of smoke and dust rose up around the pit, and Wamir flew backwards.

When the smoke cleared, whether it was the Norscan warriors or the Lizardmen army, all they saw was a terrifying duel between the two sides that was as fast as thunder.

Under the control of the High King of Norsca, the heavy-lifted sword has superb swordsmanship. His swing movements are so fast that only a few afterimages are left in mortal vision. The frost bite attached to the Frostmourne Sword slows down the enemy while moving towards

The lizardfolk war leader launches an onslaught.

Every attack was an afterimage, and every second, the God War Spear and the Frostmourning Sword launched at least five attacks at each other.

"I feel the cold gazes of the gods, and I will eventually be crowned the Eternal God's Chosen One!" Valmir Eslin roared angrily, releasing all his power, even forcing Ku-Jia to retreat at one point.

The war leader of the lizard people is full of fighting spirit. The war spear of the god Krathras in the claw releases the supreme power belonging to the ancient saints. It possesses more than twenty powerful blessings given by the Slann Demon Priest before his death. When

The greatest honorary elder clenched his hands, and the stars in the sky were looming. The power of the stars lingered in Ku-Jia's body, strengthening its power. He turned several times to dodge the attack of the High King of Norska, and the God of War

The spear directly cut a deep crack in the dragon scale plate armor on Varmir's chest.

Even the strongest reverse scales of the Star Dragon cannot withstand the power of the lizard-man artifact.

"Drink!" Wamir immediately picked up his giant sword to block. He flew up and kicked Ku-Jia in the abdomen. The blade of the Frostmourn Sword hit Ku-Jia's body along the armor of his left arm.

The obsidian armor on his chest cut a deep wound. Ku-Jia spun himself in the air, thrust out the God's War Spear with his backhand, and pierced the sharp tip of the spear into Valmir Aislin's right shoulder.

One person and one lizard man groaned at the same time, and a few strands of dark red blood flowed out of Ku-Jia's wound. It was actually injured.

"Hahaha~~beast!" Valmir noticed the anger of the ancient lizard warrior. He didn't care what happened next. He opened his mouth and laughed, and a gust of wind blew in his face, but the Norscan High King reacted faster.

Just as he was about to duck down to avoid the fierce punch, the lizard man hit Varmir in the face with a huge punch.

The Norscan in front of Ku-Jia was blown away like a discharged cannonball and fell to the ground.

"Boom!" Valmir had just fallen in the pit, and Ku-Gha was already following him. Its war spear plunged straight down, and it was about to launch a fatal blow to the High King of Norsca.

Wamir rolled over and over again, dodging the war spear of the god, but Kuga did not use the spear to attack again. It directly used the sharp horn on its head to hit the Norscan High King in the face. Its horn was harder than the strongest.

The obsidian was still hard, and one side of Valmir's cheek was almost pierced. He let go of the Frostmourne sword and knocked off the scales on Kuga's shoulder with one punch.

The next second, the God War Spear and the Chaos Great Sword clashed again, sparks flying.

The duel is not over yet.

The two sides retreated together. To be precise, it was Valmir Aisling who took the initiative to distance himself. He felt the injuries on his body, and his tough body was constantly repairing the open wounds. Any position penetrated by the god's war spear,

The flesh and blood around him seemed to be flocking to him, unable to avoid them. The High King of Norsca frowned, knowing that he was far inferior to the ancient lizard warrior in front of him.

The power of the war leader Kuja in front of him is simply unimaginable. The lizard-man artifact has greatly enhanced its lethal combat power. A strong blessing protects it from the influence of the Frostmourning Sword. The corruption of the Dark Evil God has no effect at all.

Just when the duel was suspended, a vision occurred.

The ancient holy stone slab within the magic cage intensified its struggle. The power of dark purple chaos was firmly adsorbed on its surface, and it was gradually assimilating the secrets contained within it.

The ceremony is about to end, and the stalemate battle situation is gradually tilting towards the Norscan army.

Ku'ga, the last guardian of Ashoto, realized the outcome of the war. Only he could stop Chaos from plundering the Stone Tablet of the Ancient Saint. The most powerful lizard warrior possessed the Mark of the Ancient Saint. The Ancient Saint had already planned and arranged its future.

This is also one of the reasons why the Slann gave him permission to join the Holy Council. The special mission arranged by the Ancient Saint for Ku'gar is to destroy the lizard enemies at the beginning of the final big plan.

This human being who believes in chaos must be eliminated!

Kuga looked directly at Valmir Aislin and raised his left hand. The ancient holy treasure "Hand of the Gods" worn on it gave off a faint luster.

The great power of the Old Ones flows from the war leader's palms.

For Lustria, for the big plan!

"Roar!!" Kuga suddenly rushed straight towards Valmir Aisling, relying on his strong strength to gradually suppress the actions of the High King of Norska. The war spear of the god Tarankosla and the sword of Frostmourne clashed hundreds of times.

The golden and black light and shadow almost obscured their vision. Kuga, who became stronger and stronger as he fought, exploded with unimaginable combat power. The hands of the gods were ready, and a milky white halo condensed in the golden claws. Norska

The High King vaguely seemed to see his own destiny, as well as the scenes of the mortal world tens of thousands of years ago. Gorgeous meteors and fire rain fell from the sky, ashes enveloped the earth, and the wrath of the ancient saints had arrived!

In the rapid collision, the two powerful forces were evenly matched. Vamir took a small step back. He could no longer withstand the huge force coming from the god's war spear. The tip of the spear swept Vamir's face dangerously.

The High King of Norska spun his body, raised his hands, and pointed the blade of the giant sword directly at Kuja's head and chopped it off.

At this moment, the ancient lizard warrior stretched out his left hand in the direction of Varmir.

A burst of crazy thoughts kept reminding Valmir Aislin to stay away. The Dark Evil God even whispered, and a terrible alert arose in his heart. If he didn't stay away, he would die!

Just as the thought predicted, Kuga released a string of scorching light balls from his left hand.

During the Great Cataclysm, the many Chaos Demons were exiled. The original power of the universe, which contains the creation power of the Ancient Saints, was activated through the Ancient Saints' artifacts and loyal servants of the Ancient Saints, vowing to completely eliminate the enemy.

"Ahh!!" Valmir Aislin was hit by the ball of light. The figure of the High King of Norska even melted in the ball of light, drawing a popular trajectory in mid-air. Wherever it passed, there was no grass.

The boulder broke and collapsed. Although he struggled frantically and tried his best to avoid it, it wasn't until he was dragged more than a hundred meters away that Wamir's body, whose entire right arm and leg had been destroyed by the hands of the gods, fell softly.

In the plains.

In the hideous sore, the molten iron made a "sizzling" sound when it touched the blood. Almost half of the armor on his body had melted. The only thing Varmir could do was to concentrate on preventing the spread of the purifying aftermath on the sore.

Feeling the pain and suffering in his body, he knew in his heart that he had lost. Kuga was still in full strength. The lizard man a hundred meters away possessed an artifact left by the ancient saint. Its power was so powerful that it even hurt the soul.

The scorching light ball with undiminished power passed through the bodies of hundreds of Chaos Warriors and Ice Trolls along the way, and shot straight towards the magic prison where the Ancient Saint Slate was imprisoned. The gods and fear monsters arranged heavy protection to intercept the light.

The flight trajectory of the ball was also unsuccessful.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" On the other side of the duel, the tyrannosaurus Quimoke's muscular lower limbs stepped hard on the frost demon dragon's neck, firmly holding down the struggling dragon's body under its claws, and the tyrannosaurus opened its huge mouth.

Accompanied by crisp bone fragments and mournful sounds, the frost dragon Garoslavi, like its master, fell powerlessly in a pool of blood.

The undead tyrannosaurus Quimoc looked up to the sky and roared, declaring victory: "Roar!!!"

"Quemok!" Kuga shouted, picked up the war spear of the god Tarankosla and rushed towards the ceremony. The tyrannosaurus Quimok immediately understood the master's order, moved his strong hind limbs, and plowed through countless

The flesh and blood body rushed in front of Kuga. The lizard war leader grabbed the hanging reins, pulled hard, turned over and mounted the tyrannosaurus.

"Ding~~~" When the light ball containing the creation power of the ancient saint touched the surface of the magic cage, a sound like shattering glass resounded across the plain, and a wave of air rose from the center of the battlefield, sweeping everyone away.

Several lizard-man Ankylosaurus closest to the ceremony site were overturned by huge air waves.

More than one hundred and thirty Tzeentch gods and fear monsters turned into nothing and disappeared without a trace along with the magnificent air waves.

A desolate altar ceremony, the magical cage of imprisonment was in pieces. Under the violent impact of the ancient holy slate itself, it finally broke through the magic chains that bound it. The ancient slate with obscure words floated into the air, and slowly moved towards the war leader's warehouse.

Jia.

"No! No!! That's everything I have, everything I've abandoned!!" The High King of Norsk, Varmir Aisling, opened his mouth and roared, his eyes were split, and large streams of black blood came out of his mouth and nose.

When he came out, the corpses lying on the ground near him foreshadowed the final outcome.
To be continued...