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King Gaston woke up from his sleep and immediately picked up the sword beside the bed.

The bloodthirsty roars of the Norscans were mixed with the screams of the imperial sailors, and the warnings and reports of the Bretonnian knights reached Gaston's ears unclearly through the noise.

Terrified, the attendants burst into the king's chambers with the obvious news - a Norse invasion.

Wear armor for me.

Like an old lion, with white hair scattered on the shoulders of the majestic old man, his calm voice seemed to have infinite power, making the attendants calm down instantly.

The sound of gunshots and arrows streaking through the air did not make him frown. The divine light penetrated Gaston's skin and shined persistently in the darkness - he was also a Knight of the Holy Grail, an immortal saint.

The attendants put on the gorgeous armor for the king in awe. Reasonable warriors always avoid being too dazzling. Obviously, the proud knight king has a reserved arrogance towards danger.

Even though power and time have smoothed his edges, turning the once brave adventure knight into a wise king, the courage and faith in his bones have never changed.

The sword of Colonni exuded the power of faith in the king's hands. He did not put on strict armor, but as before, he firmly fixed the Bretonnian crown on his head.

The dazzling golden light illuminated the darkness, and he looked like the son of the founder Saint Gilles - the first king Louis to wear this crown.

When the immortal, divine king walked out of the room, all the warriors in the darkness noticed the golden light shining in the center of the warship.

The champion of the Holy Grail, who seemed like a living legend, raised his sword to the Norscans who were raging in the warship. The breath of commandments was entangled in the king's fiery words, echoing in the ears of every warrior:

They thought we were prey! Haha~

What do you think?

Warriors! Champions! My loyal warriors!

Take up your courage and draw your sword!

Tell them, tell these stupid Norscans, glorious Bretonnia is inviolable!

How dare they stand in the way of the expedition and let them know what folly this is!

Stand up and face them! Judge them! Judge these unclean ones who have gone astray in sin!

In the name of King of Bretonnia and Successor of Saint Giles,

I declare this! They have committed an unforgivable crime, and only death can forgive the sin!

He stood on the high ship's turret, exposed to the eyes of a group of arrogant Chaos warriors, completely ignoring the boiling fighting spirit of the Norscans and the pace of champion warriors approaching him.

Courage and confidence were conveyed to the distance by the Holy Grail Knight's voice, and both the Imperials and the Bretonnians regained their composure from the chaos.

Order was re-established, and the warriors fighting each other found a backbone. Even if they were unwilling to admit it, the soldiers of the empire silently moved closer to the leader of the foreign country.

Fearless leaders are always desirable.

Flames spread across the warships, and waves of soldiers reorganized in the chaos, forming an array with their temporary comrades.

There are no noble knights and no lowly paupers, they are all equal in the face of death.

The crisis forced the peoples of both realms to unite under one leader to fight the Norscans.

When the brave king himself entered the fray, every soldier was inspired by his ferocious fighting.

Despite his age, he still looked majestic.

His eyes were burning with unquenchable anger against filth. There was no impurity of desire in those bright eyes, only the sublimity full of holiness.

A faint white light enveloped the figure in the armor, making the warrior under the golden crown look like a perfect, legendary king.

The killing did not fade the sanctity, but only emphasized his solemnity and inability to look directly at him.

Skull Sacrifice Seat!

Egil Strbjorn struck the knight who dared to challenge him with an axe. His almost demonic brute force easily broke through the knight's block and directly beheaded him.

On the black Chaos Armor, the Khorne symbols in the spikes greedily demand blood, driving the champions holding flaming twin axes to spread terror to civilized people.

Egil seized the knight's head and hurled it far away, and the glaring dead man rolled down in front of his king, trembling with divine fire.

Egil smelled the smell of anger, he liked the smell, and he liked powerful enemies.

Anger inspires power, and centuries of endless plunder have taught him this near-truth.

The Blood God is watching here.

Hell's Ax - Garm and Gorm are shaking.

The bloodthirsty demon in the battle ax was excited, and its reaction made Egil sure that the true god was watching this battlefield.

The joy from his soul all came from the revelation of the prophet - there was a woman in Bretonnia who could give birth to a boy with him.

Maybe the weird old man in black robes wasn't lying, and the Blood God was ready to grant his loyal servant's trivial wishes.

The true God had never paid so much attention to him.

There is still need for blood, more blood, and the best warriors of Bretonnia must be used to build the Skull Throne in return for the Blood God.

I am Egil Strbjorn!

I have hunted monsters in extremely cold badlands and entertained bloodthirsty demons. I have also smashed open mountains and taken out the heart of a dragon demon!

Dozens of Chaos tribes succumbed to my power, and the Chaos dwarves also bowed before me!

All the wild beasts in the north have died at my hands. The giant monsters in the ocean are afraid of me. The giant dragons in the sky are afraid of my glare. They don’t even dare to land when I appear!

King of Bretonnia, face me! Let me see if the bravery of the Bretonnians is true!

The first person to respond to Egil was not King Gaston, but a loud, angry roar deep in the forest.

Obviously, elves always associate with dragons, and the oldest one in Lauren Loren Forest is the star dragon Sekostek who has been far away from Ulthuan for a long time.

The old dragon who has witnessed the vicissitudes of life will naturally understand the loud invitation of the ants to fight. Even during the cataclysm, the secret keepers who invaded Ulthuan Island would not say such big words that the dragon would not dare to land!

The huge old dragon broke free from the forest and rose to the sky.

Its scales reflected the firelight on the ground, and its earth-shattering dragon roar announced its existence to all creatures on the ground.

Sekostek did not underestimate the enemy, it saw the Chaos Champion clearly.

The Norscan chieftain was not entirely human, he looked like a human-like Chaos Demon.

He is qualified to speak big words, but he must pay the price for it.

The shadow of the giant dragon was hidden by darkness, and with a horrifying sound, the terrifying giant beast fell straight towards the Chaos Champion who claimed to make the giant dragon dare not land.