Chapter 172 Storm of Destruction: Khorne's Warrior Tournament

Ragnar didn't live very long, at least by the standards of Space Marines, he only served the Emperor for two hundred years. Two hundred years of fighting allowed Ragnar to learn a lot, and he was no longer the kid from the Fenris tribe.

He had fought countless enemies of the Emperor. Long before joining the Deathwatch, Ragnar was a famous duel warrior of the Crimson Roar Company of the Space Wolves. He was keen on fighting one-on-one with outstanding enemies from all walks of life, and shining the glory of Russ in the darkest corners of the galaxy in glorious battles.

In the battles with countless fears, Ragnar had long forgotten what fear was, but he couldn't help feeling a little fear when facing the burly Khorne demon in front of him.

The horns were bent in a strange way, and since the scarlet monster with the holy symbol of Khorne growing on its head was holding a battle axe, his eyes burning with endless anger looked at Ragnar, his strong muscles rumbled on his body, and a low roar roared dully from behind his sharp teeth.

Ragnar recognized his identity at a glance. He was the Champion of Khorne.

Blood was all around him. As soon as this monster came in, it killed countless guests instantly. The Khorne demons around him gathered up, holding war blades and axes and walking towards Ragnar and Lancelot. The two warriors quickly raised their weapons and waited for them.

But suddenly there was a thunder in the sky outside the door, and a low roar came from the thunderstorm. The powerful and trembling low roar, the voice of Khorne himself passed through the curtain of the warp and the chaotic storm to reach here.

"Fight, let's have a one-on-one fight between warriors. This is a battle of honor and cannot be desecrated." The voice said, the Champion of Khorne turned his head slightly, then turned around and suddenly blocked the Khorne demons that were advancing beside him with an axe. Those demons stopped and stepped back, allowing the Champion of Khorne to walk towards Ragnar with heavy steps.

"In the name of Khorne, I challenge you, Ragnar the Unbeaten." The Khorne champion raised his battle axe and pointed it at Ragnar, who smiled and held the chainsaw axe and was about to step forward, but was stopped by Lancelot before he started.

"Are you out of your mind? They are so many, you are courting death." Lancelot said.

But his words were suddenly interrupted by the angry champion. Feeling insulted, the champion roared and smashed a stone pillar on one side with an axe, and he glared at Lancelot.

"This is a glorious duel, in the name of the Blood God! I will kill anyone who dares to defile the duel! Fallen angel!" The champion roared, "If Ragnar can defeat me, cut off my head and offer it to the Blood God, my subordinates will leave!"

The surrounding Khorne demons echoed, waving their weapons and shouting the name of Khorne, and swearing an oath in his name.

Ragnar pulled Lancelot's hand away, patted his shoulder and said with a smile, "Don't worry, old Lan, I will win in the name of the All-Father and Russ."

Ragnar walked towards the Khorne Champion, while Lancelot looked at Vito for a decision. The Inquisitor stood not far away and nodded slightly while watching the duel. Lancelot also sighed and put away his power sword and stared at this glorious duel.

The Khorne demons made room for the two dueling people. The corpses and furniture debris here were cleared away. The two warriors walked into the scene and walked around each other.

Ragnar stared at the demon in front of him, and the Khorne Champion also looked at him. His long tail covered with armor patches swept behind him. After a moment, the Khorne Champion stopped and looked at Ragnar in a fighting posture.

"May the strong prevail." The Khorne Champion said, raising his battle axe with one arm, "Blood sacrifice to the Blood God! Skull to the Skull Seat!"

As the Khorne battle oath was recited, the Khorne Champion rushed forward with heavy steps.

Ragnar also roared, "All-Father! Hear me roar!"

The proud warrior of the Space Wolves rushed towards the Khorne Champion. The two sides met face to face and hit each other instantly. The roaring chainsaw axes collided with the bloody battle axes, and the blades collided with each other.

The two sides immediately launched an attack here. The battle axes and chainsaws collided fiercely. The deadly blades sang a battle hymn with the powerful power of the two warriors, playing with war cries and steel collisions.

Ragnar kept changing his posture and repeatedly defending and counterattacking. He did not defend blindly, but kept launching offensives. The two sides were tit-for-tat, and the fierce battle was staged in front of everyone around.

The Khorne Champion stepped heavily and swung the battle axe continuously. The bloody axe blade slashed at Ragnar, and the latter kept using the chain saw axe to fight against it. The swords and shadows flashed on the scene. Ragnar turned around and spun to avoid the attack of the battle axe and swung it back.

The roaring chainsaw chopped at the shoulder armor of the Khorne Champion, and countless sparks sprayed out from the chainsaw cut. The Khorne Champion roared and leaped into the air, relying on the potential energy of falling from the air to hit down. The fire of purgatory ignited on his battle axe and hit Ragnar's chainsaw axe.

The Khorne Champion loosened one arm, and hit Ragnar in the face with an iron fist, knocking him away. The Space Wolf fell a few meters away. He immediately climbed up from the ground, wiped the blood from his mouth, raised the chainsaw axe and prepared to rush forward.

But his chainsaw axe was broken, and it was shattered by the power of Khorne just now. The chainsaw chain collapsed and broke, and the roaring engine also sprayed out decaying sparks.

But suddenly a force was injected into the chainsaw axe, and the broken chainsaw axe instantly began to heal itself. All the damaged parts were restored to their original state in the blink of an eye, and not only that, a raging fire was ignited on the chainsaw axe.

"Fight! Son of the Wolf King! Fight!" Khorne's voice echoed in Ragnar's mind, and Ragnar laughed and roared and rushed up.

The Khorne champion laughed and held the battle axe, "Lord Khorne! Witness our glory!" He roared and raised the battle axe and chopped it down. This time, the two weapons did not break when they hit each other. A powerful force spread from the impact point, and the joyful laughter of the blood god echoed endlessly.

The battle between the two Khorne "chosen ones" became more intense, dangerous and deadly. The blessed weapons of both sides collided and killed each other, and the powerful force continued to shake in this hall.

The surrounding Khorne demons cheered and shouted the names of the Khorne champion and Ragnar, praising this glorious battle that received the attention of Khorne himself.

Vito looked at the two sides in the duel. They were evenly matched and it was hard to tell who would win. The intense battle was enough to make anyone, even a superhuman like a Space Marine, feel tired.

Ragnar was not a demon after all. After fighting for dozens of minutes, he began to feel tired.

Ragnar missed his chance with a chop. He chopped on the arm armor of the Khorne Champion. The chainsaw cut through his armor and hit the flesh underneath, but failed to cut off his arm.

The Khorne Champion laughed and raised his battle axe with one arm to chop at Ragnar's head. That fatal attack could definitely cut off his head.

Vito was startled and golden lightning instantly gathered between his palms, but just as he was about to make this fatal blow, he was stopped by Lilith, who smiled at Vito.

She raised her head and looked up, and Vito also looked up subconsciously. Suddenly, a blue disc whizzed past the top of her head, and the blue figure flying on the disc waved a spear and shot down a beam of light.

The beam hit the Khorne champion, and then countless Tzeentch guards on the disc whizzed down from all over the towering dome, and they attacked the ground from the air.

Beams of psychic energy bombarded the champion, and he stopped the last attack on Ragnar and was interrupted, interrupted by Tzeentch, this glorious battle was tarnished!

"Tzeentch! How dare you humiliate this glorious battle!" The roar of Khorne himself echoed endlessly, and the sky above the city was burning with a prairie fire, and the whole sky turned scarlet, and the light passed into the hall with the roar.

Lilith smiled and slowly drew out the silver long knife, "The plan worked, now he and Tzeentch are facing each other."

"Are you using him? Let him focus his anger on Tzeentch and provoke a fight between evil gods?" Vito asked, Lilith laughed, turned her head and smiled evilly.

"I told you that Khorne has strong limbs and a simple mind."

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