Chapter 114 The truth

"Due with you?" Ashu Rufate made a gesture of disdain. "Why? With your identity? With your strength? Or with you a fool?"

"Stop!" The Chaos champion took off his helmet. It was rare that he could not see any lesions on his face. It was a middle-aged man's face, pale because he lived in a place where light was hard to see. "When I was about to kill you... I would not allow you to insult me ​​like this."

"You don't seem to understand the situation." Ash Rufate's eyes were cold. He made an easy-to-understand gesture to his subordinates. The next moment, everyone held the weapon tightly. "As long as I give the order, you will turn into meat paste." Ash Rufate looked at the dense array of black steel spears under his subordinates. "At least it's a skewer."

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"And, except for these poor subordinates you brought, no one will stand at your step. The Father of Plague will not." Ashu Rufate stretched out his hand and signaled the ring to the other party. At this moment, the emblem of the Father of Plague was shining brightly at the top of the ring.

"Are you going to laugh at me?" Chaos champion asked gritted his teeth. He made a pounce, but he didn't really take action.

"Who asked you?" Ashu Rufate asked again. He didn't even ask about the other party's identity or name.

"I myself." said the Chaos champion. He seemed to calm down and the battle axe in his hand was also hanging down. But Ashu Rufate knew that this brief relaxation did not mean giving up, but a prelude to taking more intense action.

"As you are such a little?" Ashu Rufate didn't believe it at all. This behavior was too crazy. Although he was the Chaos Champion - even the craziest berserkers under the terror command could not have done such a tricky move. "Why? Just because I killed the Immortal Lord?"

"He is my monarch, and he is dead, and I have the responsibility to avenge him."

Ash Rufate didn't say anything for a long time - instead, he looked at the Chaos champion with a look that was almost looked at the rare animal, and looked carefully from his face to the Chaos Armor with green rust on his body.

"Then... will you bring them to die?" Ashu Rufat pointed at the Chaos Champion's subordinates - as mentioned earlier, more than half of the casualties were killed or injured at this time. "If you were the only one, maybe I could admire your loyalty and courage, but now, I can only say that you have really brought a lot of burials for yourself."

For a moment, the Chaos Champion couldn't speak. And that expression was not the way the lie was exposed, but a kind of embarrassment, and a little regret and unwillingness.

What... I'm thinking too much! Ashu Rufate put his hand on his forehead to remind himself that he was too suspicious. No matter what he was, he was suspicious, and he was too tired to live this life. In fact, this guy is just a fool. Although he didn't know what he used to win the title of Chaos Championship.

But... for some reason, it was a bit strange to see that there was such a person in the chaos.

"Don't you dare to show off with me?"

"Defend? No problem. Many people can prove that I killed the Immortal Lord in a one-on-one battle. But, what qualifications do you have to duel with me?"

"I can tell you a secret, a piece of information you need to know. If you win, I will tell you... Even if I can't speak at that time, my subordinates will tell you."

"What kind of news?" Ashu Rufat asked.

"I will tell you who else is against your rule."

Ashrufate's eyes remained on the other party's face, and then he raised his hand and signaled his subordinates to retreat.

In just a short time, a large open space was left around, large enough to serve as a duel. In the middle of this open space, only two people were left, Ashrufate, and the Nurgre Chaos champion.

The Chaos Champion's weapon is a battle axe - as is commonly used by all Chaos believers, a wide and thick axe. The axe is mottled and there are several not-so-conspicuous gaps on the blade. However, such a weapon does not need to be sharp, and it is enough to crush the armor or split people. Ashrufate has a bare hands-the only clearly visible weapon on him is the dagger on his belt (this is a custom of the Chaos Tribe. In fact, the chance of using this dagger as a tool is much greater than that of using it as a weapon). However, everyone knows that the Chaos Lord has a two-handed sword that can be summoned to his hands at any time.

Sure enough, Ash Rufate shook his hand and a two-handed long sword wrapped around the magic energy clearly visible to the naked eye appeared in his hand.

Ordinary Chaos Warriors don't like to use swords, mainly because the sword is an exquisite weapon, which requires maintenance and maintenance, and is easily damaged during battle. However, if this sword is accompanied by magical power, it is another matter. When a magic sword appeared in Ash Rufate's hand, a low cry of envy sounded around him.

The two began to approach slowly. This was not the usual forward, but both of them took a side-by-side detour, which caused them to turn half a circle. Under the light of the torch, the two continued and slowly approached each other.

The first round of the fight between the two sides was obviously a test. The axe and the sword intersected, and a few rays of Mars flashed out. After the first confrontation, both sides immediately retreated, measuring the speed and strength that the other party had just shown. It can be seen that the two gladiators were very cautious and regarded each other as great enemies.

"The Chaos Lord is just like this. You are too slow!" The other party laughed, suddenly charged and launched an attack. He waved his giant axe and slashed it hard towards the shoulders of his enemy.

"It's fast enough for you." Ashu Rufate jumped away from the aggressive weapon. For him, the opponent's strength and speed were not very good - of course by his standards. However, the intuition of the warrior deep in his heart spoke of some danger. An intuition without source and no reason.

The creaking sound of metal friction and the collision sparks echoed in the quiet night sky. The battle axe flew up and down, and the long sword in Ashrufate's hand slashed and slashed the thorn faster and faster, just like a poisonous snake gradually waking up from hibernation. Each hit was more fierce and deadly than the last time.

The chance of victory and defeat came soon. Taking advantage of the gap exposed by the opponent's reckless attack, Ash Rufate swung his sword into the stab. Even he himself was unexpected. His long sword stabbed the opponent's abdomen - piercing the armor and penetrated his body.

"You stabbed me!" said the Chaos Champion. At this moment, Ash Rufate noticed the other party's expression, which was a smile, and the smile that would only appear if the trick succeeded.

Ash Rufate subconsciously retracted his sword and retreated. But the Chaos Champion had already thrown away the meaningless battle axe and reached out to grab the blade. His iron gloves must have been specially reinforced, allowing him to hold the blade tightly, making Ash Rufate unable to retract the sword.

"Now you can't move..." The Chaos Champion laughed wildly, ignoring the blood gushed out of the wound and the pain accompanied by the blood, and began to recite some powerful words. Soon, the soldiers around him noticed something was wrong, because the Chaos Champion's voice echoed in the open space and refused to dissipate. In the air, there was some kind of energy that even mortals could sense, emerging with these strange words.

Ash Rufate did not let go of his sword and retreated. From the time when the Chaos Champion spit out the first word, he felt a heavy heart in his mind, drowsy and angry. He continued to stab the sword forward with force, and the sharp sword tip easily penetrated the Chaos Champion's body and stabbed it out from behind him.

But at the same time, he also felt the strength of this power. His eyelids were instantly heavy, forcing him to close his eyes. In the darkness, the other party's chanting became far away, and then the tingling in his mind. All his consciousness was destroyed in an unbearable and distorted pain. His organs swelled in the body, swelling with each other with the scorching and painful burst. Blood flowed down his cheeks and dripped into his mouth. The screams of grinning condensed in his ears, and his mind was filled with completely broken thoughts.

Ashu Rufate suddenly opened his eyes.

All the pain seemed to be just a brief hallucination. Ashu Rufat blinked, trying to make sure everything was gone. For some reason, he could understand that this energy just now was enough to boil a human brain.

But it doesn't work for him.

The Chaos Champion widened his eyes. The spell was invalid? His magic as a trump card was invalid? The wizard deceived him? Or something else happened beyond his expectations? His surprise did not affect his body - Ash Rufate pulled the sword out of his already weak hand, and he could only twitch and fell down with his back on his face.

"What is this?" Ashu Rufate asked. The Chaos Champion did not receive enough blessings from the Father of the Plague, or the sword just now did hit the point, in short, the battle was over. "This is just now..."

"A gift from a wizard." A forced smile appeared on the face of the Chaos Champion. "A powerful magic scroll... can be activated with just a spell. But it looks like... the blessings of the gods... are with you..." Blood foam overflowed from the corner of his mouth, and everyone knew that he didn't have much time to live.

"Who is still trying to resist my rule?" Ashu Rufate asked.

"I am the last one." Chaos champion replied, with a smile on his lips. At least he tried hard. He died for his monarch, and died as much as possible. "There is no one else who resists you, and everyone is willing to obey the God Revelation of the Father of the Plague."
Chapter completed!