Section 114 Truth

"Duel with you?" said Ashruphat with a gesture of disdain. "Why? By who you are, by your strength, or by the fact that you are a fool?"

"Shut up!" the Chaos Champion took off his helmet. Rarely, there were no lesions on his face. It was the face of a middle-aged man, pale from living in a place where it was difficult to see the light of day. "When I'm about to kill you...... I will not allow you to insult me like that. ”

"You don't seem to understand the situation. Ashrufat's gaze was cold. He made an easy-to-understand gesture to his men, and in the next moment, everyone clenched their weapons. "If I give the order, you'll be turned into puree. Ashruphat looked at the dense array of black steel spears under his men. "At least it's a skewer. ”

“......”

"And no one will stand by you except these poor men you have brought. Neither will the Father of the Plague. Ashrufat stretched out his hand and gestured to the ring on his finger. At this moment, the emblem of the Father of Plague is shining brightly at the top of the ring.

"Are you going to laugh at me?" asked the Chaos Champion through gritted teeth. He makes a gesture of pounce, but he doesn't really act on it.

"Who told you to come?" Ashrufat asked again. He didn't even ask for the identity and name of the other person.

"Myself. The Chaos Champion said. He seemed to calm down, and the tomahawk in his hand hung down. But Ashrufat knew that this brief relaxation was not the same as giving up, but a prelude to more drastic action.

"With such a small number of people?" Ashruphat was not convinced. It's crazy, and while he's a Chaos Champion - not even the craziest berserkers under the command of the Sadist would be able to do such a thoughtless move. "Why? just because I killed the Immortal Master?"

"He is my sovereign, he is dead, and it is my duty to avenge him. ”

Ashruphat didn't speak for a long time—but looked at the Chaos Champion with a gaze that bordered on a rare animal, and looked at him carefully, from his face to the rusty Chaos armor on his body.

And then ...... You're going to bring them to their deaths?" Ashrufat pointed at the Chaos Champion's men—more than half of them were already dead and wounded, as I mentioned earlier. "If you were the only one who came, maybe I could still admire your loyalty and courage, but for now, I can only say that you really pulled a lot of funeral companions for yourself. ”

For a moment, the Chaos Champion was speechless. And that look is not the appearance of a lie being exposed, but a kind of embarrassment, and a little regret and unwillingness.

What...... I'm thinking too much! Ashruphat put his hand on his forehead, reminding himself that he was too suspicious. I'm suspicious of everything, and I'm too tired to live this day. Actually, this guy is just a fool. Although it is not known what he won the title of Chaos Champion on.

But...... For some reason, seeing that there was such a person in the chaos, it was a little strange for Ashrufat.

"Don't you dare to fight me?"

"Duel? No problem. As many people can attest, I killed the Immortal Juggernaut 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 news you need to know. If you win, I'll sue you...... Even if I can't speak then, my men will sue you. ”

"What kind of news?" asked Ashrufat.

"I will sue you for who else is against your rule. ”

Ashrufat's gaze rested on the other man's face, and then he raised his hand and motioned for his men to back off.

In just a short time, a large clearing was left around, large enough to be used as a dueling arena. In the middle of this clearing, only two people remained. Ashrufat, and the Chaos Champion of Nurgle.

The Chaos Champion's weapon is a battle axe - a broad, heavy axe, like all Chaos cultists. The axe was mottled with rust, and there were a few notch on the blade that weren't very noticeable. But such a weapon does not really need to be sharp, its own weight is enough to shatter armor, or split a person. Ashrufat was bare-handed—the only weapon he had clearly visible on his belt was the dagger on his belt (a custom of the Chaos tribe, in fact, the dagger was much more likely to be used as a tool than it was to be used as a weapon). However, everyone knows that this Chaos Lord has a two-handed sword that can be summoned in his hand at any time.

Sure enough, with a flick of his hand, a two-handed sword wrapped around magical energy that was clearly visible to the naked eye appeared in his hand.

The average Chaos warrior doesn't like to use a sword, mainly because swords are delicate weapons that require care and maintenance, and they are easily damaged in combat. But if the sword has magical powers attached to it, that's another matter. When the magic sword appeared in Ashrufat's hand, there was a low cry of envy all around.

The two men began to approach slowly. It wasn't the usual forward approach, but both men took a sideways detour, which made them turn half a circle. In the light of the torches, the two men continued to approach each other.

The first round of the meeting between the two sides was clearly a test of the day. The axe and sword intersected, flashing a few wisps of spark. Immediately after the first encounter, the two sides retreated, measuring each other's speed and strength just now. It can be seen that both gladiators are very cautious, and both regard each other as great enemies.

"The Chaos Lord is nothing more than that, you're too slow!" the other sneered, suddenly charging and attacking. He wielded his great axe and slashed it at the shoulders of his enemies.

"It's fast enough for you. Ashruphat leapt out of the way of the menacing weapon. For him, neither the strength nor the speed of the opponent was very good - by his standards, of course. However, the warrior's instincts deep within him spoke of some danger. An intuition with no source, no reason.

The crunch of metal grinding and the sparks of collision echoed in the silent night sky. The battle axe flew up and down, and the speed of the long sword in Ashrufat's hand slashed and stabbed faster and faster, like a poisonous snake gradually waking up from hibernation, each blow was more ferocious and deadly than the last,

The opportunity to win or lose soon came, and taking advantage of the gap revealed by the opponent's reckless attack, Ashrufat swung his sword and stabbed. Things went smoothly and even he himself was unexpected, and his sword stabbed the other man in the abdomen - piercing the armor and deep into the body.

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

Ashrufat subconsciously withdrew his sword and retreated. But the Chaos Champion had dropped the senseless tomahawk and reached out to grab the blade. His iron gloves must have been particularly reinforced, allowing him to grip the blade so tightly that Ashruphat could not retract it.

"Now you can't move...... Chaos Champion laughed wildly, ignoring the blood gushing from the wound and the pain that accompanied it, and began to chant powerful words. Soon, the surrounding soldiers sensed that something was wrong, as the voice of the Chaos Champion echoed across the clearing, refusing to disperse. In the air, there was something that even mortals could sense with these strange words.

Eshurufat didn't let go of his sword and stepped back, feeling a heaviness in his head from the moment the Chaos Champion uttered the first word, lethargic and irritated. He continued to stab his sword forward, and the sharp tip of the sword pierced through the Chaos Champion's body lightly, stabbing out from behind him.

But at the same time, he also felt the strength of this strength. His eyelids instantly weighed so heavily that he had to close his eyes. In the darkness, the chanting of the other party became distant, and then the stinging in the head. All of his consciousness was lost in an unbearable, mind-twisting pain. The expansion of his organs in his body slapped against each other with a hot, painful burst. Blood trickled down his cheeks and into his mouth, the screeching of grinning teeth congealed in his ears, and his mind rippled with completely shattered thoughts.

Ashrufat's eyes snapped open.

The pain seemed to be a short-lived hallucination. Ashruphat blinked, trying to make sure that the feeling had faded. For some reason, he could understand that the energy just now was enough to boil a human brain.

But it didn't work for him.

Chaos Champion's eyes widened. The spell didn't work? his magic as an ace didn't work? the wizard had lied to him? or was something else unexpected happening? his surprise didn't affect his flesh - Eshuruphat pulled his sword out of his weakened hand, and he could only convulse and fall on his back.

"What is this?" asked Ashrufat. The Chaos Champion didn't receive enough blessings from the Father of the Plague, or maybe the sword did hit the nail on the head, and the battle was over. "This ...... just now"

"A gift from a wizard. A forced smile appeared on the Chaos Champion's face. "A powerful magic scroll...... All you need is a spell to activate. But it looks ...... Blessings of the gods...... With you......" Blood foamed from the corners of his mouth, and everyone knew he didn't have much time to live.

"Who is still trying to rebel against my rule?" asked Ashrufat.

"I'm the last one. The Chaos Champion replied, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. At least he tried. He died for his monarch and died as he deserved. "There is no one else who rebels against you, and everyone is willing to obey the revelation of the Father of the Plague. ”

Ashrufa nodded. He didn't ask any extra questions, let alone who the wizard who gave away the magic was, because that was pointless—he would encounter more of them later. "Take the corpse of your leader with you. He said to the surviving subordinates. "For his sake, I give you special permission to leave alive. ”