Volume 7: Mortals and Gods Chapter 800 and Chapter 3: The Kingdom of God (Part 2)
Themis walked up to Ilos, motionless at all, as if she had turned into a statue, but the light in her eyes on her stunning face was constantly flowing.
There is only one person in Themis' world at this moment, and that is Iros.
The appearance of Themis made Fiona and Ekaterina on the side feel a deep sense of crisis. Everyone could clearly feel Themis's special feelings for Ilos.
"I encountered a void storm, so I arrived a little late."
"Well, I know. You go and help them kill those dirty orcs. I want to have a championship showdown with this powerful enemy in front of me!"
"clear!"
Themis spread her black wings, soared into the sky, and followed the allied forces of the three tribes to kill the orcs.
Wherever Themis passed, all the orcs were killed and wounded. Even the great demons under the command of the God of Death could not survive a single move in Themis' hands.
Although everyone was surprised by the strength of the outrageously beautiful fallen angel in front of them, under the leadership of Themis, they also launched a counterattack against the orcs.
"Hold on!"
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Duke Otto stood at the forefront. When the black tide charged towards the army of knights under the dwarves' magical artillery fire, Duke Otto, the highest-status human commander, signaled everyone to hold on!
The infantry in the first row were almost all knights' retinues and ordinary sergeants. Most of them were holding swords and shields. There were also a large number of infantry holding halberds behind them. Duke Otto himself led more than a hundred knights to stand behind.
"Hmph! He wants us to attack his center directly, and then let the knights on the flanks outflank and annihilate us." Dranoche immediately saw Duke Otto's tactical intention.
Duke Otto's plan is very simple. Obviously, he has the advantage of heavy weapons, and the heavy weapons of the orc army have already been destroyed in the previous siege.
Therefore, Dranosh and his army must attack the center of the coalition, otherwise they will always become the target of artillery strikes. This is unacceptable to the orc army.
After attacking the central army, taking advantage of a large number of orc troops to accumulate in the middle, once the knights on both wings outflank and charge sideways, the orcs will obviously be at a disadvantage.
Although the orc warriors are good at fighting, no army can face multi-front battles for a long time.
Dranosh suddenly realized that it and its orc army seemed to be at a disadvantage in the battle situation.
But at this moment, Dranosh could not be distracted from commanding the orc army, because Iros was in front of it.
"Don't be distracted, your opponent is me."
Iros took a few steps forward and approached Dranoche, with a very cold expression on his face.
This little brat!
Dranosh fixed his gaze on the figure of Ilos. This was its prey, a being more powerful than Jules and Gros. This aroused Dranosh's desire to win.
But why is the aura of this prey so evil? It is no less than those incarnations of evil gods. This makes Delanosh very strange. What kind of changes did this human cub get after being chopped into the void with my axe?
Was it taken away by some evil entity somewhere?
Now, the bloody battlefield disappeared from the sight of the two strong men, and they only saw each other's existence.
Iros walked towards Dranosh:
"It's time for you to pay for your atrocities, scum!"
"Your head is suitable for decorating my armor and throne. I will place your head a little higher than your adoptive father Si."
Dranosh no longer cares about the life and death of his men, and all that remains in its eyes is Iros's head.
This is what the evil gods want. As the main source of Dranosh's power, the evil gods naturally want to satisfy the evil gods' wishes.
The showdown between the divinely chosen champions is destined.
"Let's show off!"
In the storm fortress, armies battle, and among the chaotic armies, champions meet.
Iros held the sword in both hands. He took a deep breath and silently looked at Dranosh, who was covered in blood-red plate armor, like the blood god coming to the world.
Looking at its tall and invincible figure, the spikes and iron rings on the armor are covered with skulls, including the head of Eules.
Iros knew he couldn't be careless, otherwise he would end up like these losers.
If it were in the multiverse, Iros could naturally crush Dranosh easily, but in the main plane, Iros's strength was limited to the demigod realm by the plane rules, and Dranosh was blessed by the evil god in front of him.
almost.
If you are careless, you may really fall here.
Dranoche was also looking at Iros.
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This young man is not very tall and appears to be much shorter than his 2.4 meter height. Compared with Dranoche, Iros looks like a little chicken.
Iros held a surprisingly long two-handed sword in his hand, wore a set of exquisite black plate armor, and had a emblem hanging on his chest. Although Dranosh was considered knowledgeable, he did not recognize it.
Find out what this emblem represents.
The...chosen champion of the false god in the lake?
Just like me, they have the strength of a demigod, Delanosh thought.
The encounter between the two divinely chosen champions caused the armies to automatically get out of the way. Both the orcs and the three tribes allied forces attached great importance to the duel between champions. Once the champions met, the army would automatically get out of the way for them to duel.
"One after another, one after another, human beings, do you know how many mortals I have destroyed? How many powerful enemies have I destroyed?
The dragon demon was decapitated by me, the sea monster had its heart ripped out by me, countless orc champions died at my hands, and the heads of your proud Holy Grail Knight and the ruler of the Gros family who have guarded this place for thousands of years have also become my collection."
Dranosh's face was grim. Behind him, the orcs were gradually defeated.
"One after another, one after another, orcs, do you know how many evils I have destroyed?
The devil of the abyss, the great devil, even now you are a puppet of the evil god."
There was a touch of sarcasm on Iros's face.
"ah!"
Dranosh only felt a few words from Iros to make him angry.
It is itself, the orc emperor, Dranosh, not some evil god’s chosen champion, nor is it a puppet manipulated at will by the evil god!
Delanoche was not a particularly good talker, so he decided to cut the nonsense.
Dranosh raised his battle ax and pointed it directly at Iros's face. Iros also knew that he could only gain some advantage with his words, and everything had to be done with caution on the battlefield.
"call!"
A gust of wind with a strong smell of blood blew past Iros and also Dranosh's body. Dranosh firmly believed that he would not fail.
It will take off the head of Iros, and then lead an endless army of orcs south to kill all living creatures in Toril.
Now, Iros and Dranosh are face to face. Both are the most powerful warriors of their respective races, the favored objects of their respective gods, and they are the pride of their own races.
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Their stories will live on in the songs of northern orcs and folk ballads of men for hundreds of thousands of years.
This is true immortality, and their stories will be passed down in this world for a long time after they pass away, until the end of time.
The duel between the two divinely chosen champions will become an immortal epic, and it is obvious that only one of them can survive.
Dranosh first launched a violent offensive towards Iros. The hell battle ax in its hand cut through the sound barrier in the air like a whirlwind, tearing apart the space. The biting wind struck directly at Iros's head.
But Dranosh did not give Iros a chance to breathe and continued to attack Iros's chest.
Iros retreated again and dodged Dranosh's attack again.
Next, Iros seemed to have been prepared. He immediately turned over and dodged before Dranosh's ax blade was cut off.
Dranoche's onslaught came to nothing again.
Next, Dranosh launched a violent attack like a whirlwind, but Iros did not take the initiative to fight him at all.
He was like a loach, and seemed to have extraordinary anticipation of Dranosh's attacks. No matter how Dranosh tried to attack, Iros quickly dodged it.