Warhammer: Rise of the Star Gods

The Eldar onslaught ceased, and the army began to build a defensive line.

The reason for staying on standby is simple: the opponent requires the main general to fight one on one.

As races with a long history and pride, neither the Spirit Empire nor the Beast Empire could refuse invitations from races other than the Necron.

In the eyes of the two races, this is a provocation from other races to the ancient overlords.

The person being challenged can naturally refuse, which is legal.

But just like someone frivolously throwing intestinal excrement in someone's face, if you don't react at this time, then...

A team of ghouls and spirits each came to the opposite side to confirm that there was no conspiracy and began to arrange the scene.

People on both sides were carrying weapons when they were working. No one took off their weapons or had any intention of moving them, even if it hindered their work.

At the Spirit Clan space passage, many generals formed a welcoming queue and waited quietly.

Since the general wants to fight alone, he must be prepared for defeat, and the best way is to send another lord to suppress the battle.

Everyone's eyes flashed, and there was already a team of people.

The leader held the fire staff in one hand, and in the rising incandescent light, the shadow of the giant dragon appeared from time to time.

"There's no need for a false courtesy. First tell me, where is Aenario?"

The ceremony officer, who was about to make his opening remarks, was interrupted from casting a spell. Fortunately, he was also able to adapt to the situation. He immediately pointed his finger and said: "We are on the front line. Just walk straight for 30,000 kilometers in this direction."

"Thank you!"

As soon as the words fell, the person disappeared.

Enario was lying on the leisure chair with his eyes closed. He raised his hand and set up another leisure chair next to him.

Caledo was lying firmly on it, with his staff floating on the side.

"You have a big heart. Aren't you afraid that the other side will use targeted methods?"

"He's just a bandit. His qualifications have long been fixed. I don't think he deserves a fundamental transformation. That would be too extravagant and he won't be able to bring back the corresponding value."

"Forget it, I'll hold the battle for you, and the guy on the other side won't end up personally. On the contrary, it's better if you lose."

"You're trying to accuse me again. I know the truth about the imperial nobility, and I also know that they are fundamentally different from ordinary people. I won't say anything about the equality of all living things in the future, so don't read it..."

Aenario begged.

"Then whose lady are you planning to marry?"

"..."

The scene fell into wordless silence.

"Gan, then you know nothing!"

"What, how is Lao Xia doing lately?"

"He is on the way, heading here with his legion. As you know, the transfer of the Netherworld Legion and the Bone Song Legion requires a lot of approval."

"How come these two are back!"

Aenario jumped up. These two legions were purely heavily armed legions, which were rarely seen even on large battlefields in the past.

As the first echelon of combat power among the Myriad Machine-level legions, the number of War Witch-level Titans in each of their legions is close to four digits.

As the legion guarding the nodes of the webway, if you want to mobilize, you will definitely not be able to move without the permission of Kane or Asuryan.

"What else can happen? There's one on the other side too. Look at this battle. Isn't it a natural giant beast fighting ground?"

. . .

On the side of the Royal Court, the space channel was also opened, and Erda appeared with the cannon fodder army.

"Why are there so many women, old people and children?"

Wu Suoran stepped forward to greet him, secretly cursing in his heart.

"The Cannon Fodder Corps has this virtue, what do you think?"

Wu Suoran:? ? ?

"That guy didn't like this race, so he sent him here. Where is the battlefield? I'm going to start charging."

Looking into the distance, Erda saw the gathering place of the Eldar, and she was immediately ready to set off.

"Angel, stay back. Your charge has not yet come. According to plan, now is the time for me to step forward and challenge you."

"That guy is injured, and there are so many things to do... Okay, then you go ahead, I'll be waiting."

. . .

Carrying a spear, Aenarion's armor spread its wings and floated over the duel area.

Wu Suoran wore light armor and wore a pair of thorn gloves on his hands.

"This is so (miserable)..."

The Eldar and the Ghouls all thought at the same time that if the long hand beat the short hand, wouldn't this be casual?

"Come down and fight like a warrior!"

Wu Suoran waved his fists and shouted.

"Come up here and fight like the chosen one from the gods. Oh, isn't it possible that someone has not obtained divine power and can't fly? No, no~"

Aenario was happy to have a verbal spat with his opponent. He was holding the spear in his palm and using his spiritual energy to condense the runes. It would be more beneficial for him to delay for a while.

People on both sides listened to the telegram in silence for ten minutes. The two duellists used ugly words and talked so much nonsense that the spectators were drowsy.

"It's boring, I want to see a river of blood!"

complained an anonymous dog-skull enthusiast in the subspace.

The scolding battle continued as the two duelists moved slowly in a circle, their eyes fixed on each other, waiting for the other to make a mistake.

"Te!"

Usoran spat at Aenario in a vulgar manner, and his body shook naturally, with his head slightly lowered.

A cold light suddenly appeared behind Wu Suoran, and the Ghoul King had a crossbow launcher on his back!

The Phoenix Lord was in the air, so he couldn't hide his tricks. He flapped his wings and dodged.

Without stopping, Usuorandun stepped on the ground and flew out, rushing towards Aenario in the sky.

At this moment, the Phoenix Lord discovered that the opponent actually relied on his own physical strength to fly through the air.

To be honest, he had calculated everything possible, but he just didn't expect that the other party would dare to attack in such an unreliable way.

Aenarion maximized his psychic output, fully powering the armor.

The lord turned into a meteor and moved around Usuoran at high speed. The phoenix fire burned the air and created a vacuum area. He wanted to see if Usuoran was the only one capable of this.

Seeing the flowing fire rushing towards him, Wu Suoran also quietly exercised his energy. Under the thorns of the thorns, the energy flow became faster and faster.

boom!

Spears and gloves struck each other, and gold and stone buzzed.

Aenario took advantage of the situation to release his strength, turned to one side, focused his gaze, and activated his psychic punishment.

"Just waiting for you!"

Wu Suoran's eyes flashed with his hands protecting him, he had been waiting for this opportunity!

The thunder-fire psychic punishment accurately hit the target, but Wu Suoran was not only unscathed, but instead punched in the air.

The spikes on the gloves came into play at this time, and dense thunder was released from the spikes, forming a large net and covering Aenario in the air.

The Phoenix Lord shot the spear at Usuoran with his backhand. The runes accumulated during the war exploded at this time, and several phantoms released their vitality. He turned his attention to the thunder net with his fist glove.

With a straight punch, Wu Suoran fought hard with the spear, but he stepped into the air again and retreated.

Now, there is a fire on the ground and it is impossible to go down.

But in the air, they had to withstand the heat of the Phoenix King's power, and their situation was even worse.

From this point of view, the Ghoul King has fallen into a comprehensive disadvantage.