章 316: Chapter 315: But a Mortal
The championship duel unfolded on the open ground in front of the inner fortress.
Egil launched a fierce attack on Yules first, his chosen champion's attack sweeping around him, whipping up a sharp axe blade whirlwind, rolling towards Yules.
Yules steadied his stance, his body bursting with the sanctity-like strength of the Grand Knight of the Holy Grail, his body shining brightly, his divine sword "Durandal" burning with golden flames.
The clash between the hellish battle axe and Durandal was so bright that all the spectators could hardly keep their eyes open. Egil unleashed his terrifying power freely, while Yules showcased his excellent swordsmanship.
The first exchange ended in a draw.
Neither Egil nor Yules were surprised by this outcome; having only had two opportunities to cross swords before, both had already experienced each other's strength.
Now, the chosen champion of terror relied on unparalleled brute strength in his attacks, charging forward fiercely, smashing two houses in one blow, while Yules quickly dodged, his long sword drawing a circle in the air, blocking Egil's successive axe chops. The blood-red power and the golden flames of the sword collided, emitting a piercing noise.
"Clang!" "Boom!"
In the thick dust, Egil charged out of the smoke again, roaring angrily, leaping high, and plunging directly towards Yules.
Yules remained calm, his eyes filled with the wrath of the Lake God. The Grand Knight of the Holy Grail took a deep breath, his hands gripping the sword handle tightly, moving in a circular step.
For the lady!
Yules moved his sword blade horizontally, aiming directly at Egil's wrist, drawing a nearly perfect arc, a flash of cold light, and Egil's gauntlet was nicked.
Egil was indifferent to the opponent's attack; with a flick of his wrist, the hellish battle axe Gom aimed directly at Yules's head, unstoppable, no doubt spreading death wherever it passed.
Yules took a deep breath of the icy air; he had only recently broken through to the holy realm, while the terrifying chosen champion had been in the holy realm for many years. He knew he could not withstand Egil's brutal strike, so he had to break off his own attack.
Too late, Egil moved too fast, and Yules immediately decided to use Durandal to block. The sword blade, blessed by the Lake God, was so sturdy that even a hellish battle axe capable of easily slicing through steel could not breach Yules's defense.
The sword transmitted an astonishing force, almost causing the Grand Knight of the Holy Grail to throw his own sword away.
With the help of Egil's power, Yules retreated in a roll to the left, dodging Egil's subsequent axe sweep. The hellish battle axe swept across, directly blasting the walls of nearby houses, bricks and splinters flying, and Egil unleashed the flames blessed with terror from the axe, reducing the entire house to dust.
Now! Yules seized the moment when Egil could not gather his strength, his blade breaking Egil's defense, the tip of the long sword piercing through Egil's chaotic armor adorned with various skulls, spikes, and iron rings.
"Pfft."
That was the sound of the sword entering flesh, a small spray of dark red blood stimulating everyone's nerves, the knights of Brittany cheering loudly, while the barbarians were somewhat incredulous.
Egil bled, Yules had drawn the first blood in this championship duel.
However, unlike everyone's expectations, Egil was unfazed by his own blood; instead, the King of the Scarlins became even more ferocious, a horizontal slash forcing Yules back, his aged face revealing a bloodthirsty smile, "Continue, Holy Grail Knight, do you think such a minor injury can defeat me?"
"I will make you fall, in the name of the lady," Yules steadied his body again.
The Grand Knight of the Holy Grail held his sword with both hands, his eyes emitting a strange light, surprised that Egil was unfazed by the blood, clearly Durandal's damage was not comparable to ordinary weapons, but Egil could ignore it.
Then I will keep making you bleed until you fall! Yules resolved in his heart, his attacks like a storm violently attacking Egil's defenses, the sharp sword aiming directly at Egil's chest.
Egil sneered at the Holy Grail Knight's attacks, the King of Scarlins immediately regrouped his stance, and fought with Yules, the blood and sword lights between the two almost made the onlooking crowd unable to see their battle clearly, any building that approached them was reduced to dust under such fierce attacks.
The terrifying chosen champion's unbelievable strength met the Holy Grail Knight's non-human martial skills and speed, although Egil's battle fury rose wave after wave, almost drowning Yules, Yules was like a rock on a cliff constantly battered by waves, his divine sword cutting, slashing, hacking, and chopping, constantly resolving Egil's attacks while also leaving new wounds on Egil's body.
Block, swing the sword, block, swing the sword, block again, after Yules successfully blocked Egil's five fierce attacks, he forcefully struck again, a flash of cold light slicing open Egil's shoulder armor, chaotic armor's blood-red shoulder plate split by Durandal, a streak of blood shining through.
"Ugh!" Egil was injured again, the fifth wound on his body now.
By comparison, Yules's body was as pristine as ever, except for his robe torn by the whirlwind raised by the hellish battle axe, with no other injuries, and not even a drop of blood on Durandal.
The championship duel left nothing but dust within fifty meters around it, not even the ruins remained, each attack between the two saints breaking the sound barrier, deafening roars one after another echoing within the silent walls of Leonaise Castle, declaring the supremacy of this championship duel.
Sanctity represents the limit of mortals. If the limit of mortals is a circle fixed by the gods, then the holy realm is where one's abilities reach the edge of this circle.
Beyond this, one would need the aid of a deity, and currently in Brittany, only one person surpasses this realm, the legendary Green Knight.
If Egil reached this realm through his bravery, then Yules did so through his superior swordsmanship and speed. Facing Egil's fierce attacks, Yules stood tall like a spear, the power hidden within his body bursting through the clouds, reaching for the heavens.
On the castle walls, Calard's eyes turned red, all the knights and vassals of Brittany gazing at Yules's invincible posture with worshipful eyes.
In that barbaric and dark era, Arthur and the original knights of the Holy Grail were symbols of justice and hope, these heroes driving away formidable enemies with their bravery and strength, leading the people towards light, restoring unity.
Amidst the roaring sounds as if shaking mountains and rivers, Yules once again broke through Egil's defense, like a sharp sword he rushed towards Egil, his long sword sweeping through the dark and filthy aura of the blood god, precisely stabbing into Egil's right chest, a large amount of fresh blood spurting out, the golden flames scorching Egil's chest.
Did he win? All the knights and vassals held high hopes for the outcome of the duel.
But they were disappointed.
"Glory to terror!!!"
Egil's towering figure, like a blood god descending, roared, his roaring voice erupting instantly like an earthquake, his momentum fierce and unstoppable!
Relying on strength that could reverse rivers and mountains, Egil not only didn't retreat, but he raised his battle axe, sweeping it across, Yules's all-out strike stabbed into his right chest, but this trivial damage left the Holy Grail Knight wide open.
With a sweep of the left-handed hellish battle axe Gom, he struck Yules's helmet. Although Yules desperately dodged the fatal blow, Egil's full-powered strike still took effect.
The helmet shattered, the golden dragon statue exploded into fragments, revealing the face beneath the helmet, sharp metal pieces scratching Yules's cheek, the long sword pulled out, Egil's blood spewing, staining his armor.
This desperate strike wounded both men significantly, but Egil's injuries were obviously more severe. The people of Brittany ceased their cheering, watching Yules with concerned eyes, focusing on his condition.
On the field, neither man's face showed any pain or resentment; instead, they smiled with mutual recognition, the look of warriors acknowledging each other. Yules's eyes still contained the icy wrath from the Lake God, calmly praying to the Lady of the Lake, telling his lady he would dedicate victory to her, Egil spat out a mouthful of saliva, delighted in his choice of Yules as an opponent, only the head of such a formidable foe was worthy of collection, adding a new glory to the brass throne of terror.
Clearly, this championship duel was not going to stop there. Egil gripped his battle axe tightly, his body beginning to spin, this was his proudest battle technique.
Whirlwind Slash!
An endless whirlwind attack approached Yules, the twin axes turning into a torrent of steel that constantly battered Yules's defenses, each strike nearly hitting and destroying the Holy Grail Knight's original standing point, Yules, under Egil's fierce assault, desperately held on, his robe cut into several strips by the axe blades, Durandal's sword blade having to endure numerous attacks each second.
At a critical moment, Yules suddenly moved, twisting his body with an inconceivable arc, the holy long sword held in both hands reversed, bypassing the range of the Whirlwind Slash, striking down from above with the force of Mount Tai crushing down.
"Spurt-crack!" Durandal pierced through Egil's face, the sword tip penetrating several centimeters deep.
The Whirlwind Slash came to a halt.
Had he won?
Yules saw the cold smirk on Egil's face.
The chosen champion of terror clenched his fist, an explosive force directly striking Yules's jaw. The Grand Knight of the Holy Grail cried out as Egil sent him flying tens of meters into the air and then crashing down to the ground, sprawling in disarray.
In the blink of an eye, Egil was already standing in front of Yules. The Holy Grail Knight barely managed to raise his sword in defense, but Durandal was knocked away by the battle axe. Seeing his opportunity to press the attack, Yules suddenly emitted a bright divine light. Egil felt an extreme aversion to the blinding light, which stung his eyes and caused his skin to emit a sizzling sound, forcing him to retreat.
Yules took a deep breath, a faint voice echoing in his heart.
"Yules... I have protected you..."
It was the Lady! Yules was startled and prayed quickly: "My Lady?"
"Yules... I have protected you... once... but I can only protect you... once." The beautiful figure and voice of the Lady of the Lake appeared in Yules's heart, the goddess's power infusing into the Holy Grail Knight's body, healing his wounds.
No matter how much Yules prayed afterward, he could no longer hear the oracle of the Lady of the Lake.
"My Lady! Thank you!!!" Yules roared skyward, struggling to his feet, gazing at his opponent from the north, wanting to see Egil fall. At this point, Egil was covered in deep, bleeding wounds; any mortal would undoubtedly die from such injuries.
What happened next made everyone who saw it hold their breath.
Egil's wounds healed at a visible rate under the blessing of terror, his face emitting puffs of blue smoke as all wounds healed on their own, leaving only a faint scar. The chosen champion of terror's face bore a bloodthirsty grin, then he lifted his battle axe, stepping on Durandal.
Yules's heart was filled with dread, unwillingly realizing he was close to losing this battle.
"Our duel is not over yet, Holy Grail Knight." Unexpectedly, Egil kicked the sword back to Yules, his sneer filled with disdain for the Lady of the Lake aiding the weak, a mockery of all reason and logic. He let out a piercing laugh: "I give you ten minutes to regroup, then we begin the next round."
Yules silently nodded, picked up his long sword, and worked to restore his aching arms, then took out a potion and drank it, stabilizing his injuries.
Egil, however, waved off the chaotic sorcerer Chakoi who came to deliver a potion, refusing to allow this sacred duel to be tainted by anything. The championship duel must go on until one side is completely defeated, losing all their glory.
Noble, majestic, glorious—such is the chosen champion of terror.
Ten minutes later, the battle resumed.
The ensuing fight was extraordinarily brutal. The two powerful warriors used all their skills; Yules's holy long sword again left deep, bone-visible wounds on Egil, but he himself was cut open by the hellish battle axe, large, bleeding wounds appearing on the knight's thighs and shoulders. Yules still gritted his teeth and persisted, flipping his body, channeling all his strength into the sword blade, delivering a perfect strike.
"Crack!" The sword blade struck Egil's left arm elbow, penetrating his bone. Egil let out a bestial howl of pain, then with a charge like a wild ox, he slammed Yules, causing his ribs to shatter and fall to the ground. Egil, nearly at his limit, his wound healing slowed significantly.
With his left arm grievously wounded yet still gripping Durandal's blade and Yules's forearm, Egil, unconcerned with his partially severed arm bone, raised his right arm, his right hand wielding the hellish battle axe Gom, and then let out a thunderous roar.
"Decapitation!!!"
A perfect arc of slaughter condensed into a trail of blood red.
Blood rained from the sky as the hellish battle axe fulfilled its mission, the hands holding Durandal losing their strength. Egil kicked the headless body aside, pulling the holy long sword from his own left arm.
In Leonaise Castle, all the knights and vassals, including Duke Darlheid, Calard, Annara, and Aldreld watching from the castle walls, stood frozen in place, their lips trembling, unable to utter a word.
In Leonaise Castle, only the roaring and victory cries of the barbarians remained.
Egil roared his victory, paying homage to the blood-stained throne of terror amidst endless glory and the atmosphere of blood and fire. The chosen champion of terror picked up Yules's head, raising it high into the sky, his voice echoing through the heavens:
"Only"
"a"
"Man!!!"
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In this fierce and climactic conclusion, Egil stands victorious, a testament to his resilience and the dark powers that fuel him. The field of battle remains a silent witness to the terrifying might of the chosen champion, whose invincibility under the blessing of terror has decimated all hopes of a different outcome. The barbarians' celebration contrasts starkly with the stunned silence of Brittany's knights and vassals, as they come to terms with the brutal reality of their defeat.
In this moment, the story of Yules and Egil not only captures their physical battle but also the clash of ideals and the resilience of spirit against overwhelming odds. The narrative now leaves readers to ponder the aftermath of such a monumental encounter and the future of a land that has witnessed the fall of one of its most valiant knights.
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