Warhammer in a box

Chapter 234: Is he the one dueling with me?
The next day arrived quickly.

Word quickly spread throughout Altdorf that the former High Priest of the Order of Ulric would challenge a champion from Terra to avenge the death of two White Wolf Knights.

Carl originally wanted to hold this duel in a private manner, but under the guidance of these Scarlet Skull cultists, public opinion grew stronger and stronger.

In the end, duels were still held in a semi-public manner. Civilians were not qualified to watch, but church members and clergy could attend and watch.

Boris had arrived at the ring early. The giant axe in his hand was polished to a shine, and even the places stained with blood were glowing blood-red.

Boris was not wearing any clothes, revealing his scarred back, all of which was his achievement.

"Klaus, can you please ask Emile whether Terra's people are coming or not?"

"Yes, my lord."

But before Klaus could take a few steps, exclamations were heard outside the duel arena.

Looking at the expressions of the people outside the venue, Boris had a bad feeling
Gurman was the first to step out from the crowd.

"Boris, I'm glad you made it here as planned."

"Gurman, stop talking nonsense. You Terrans, don't even think about escaping today. I will defend the honor of Yurik in front of countless believers. Let your people come up!"

"I really hope you can say this later. It's very interesting that your opponent this time also worships the "Giant Wolf."" Gulman said meaningfully.

"Huh? Giant wolf? Is it also a believer of Yurik?" Boris didn't quite understand what Gurman said. It seemed that only their Yurik Church worshipped giant wolves.

But then, accompanied by a wolf howl that reached the sky, a huge black wolf walked out of the crowd, and the people around were all afraid and kept backing away. The size of this giant wolf was much larger than any wolf Boris had ever seen.

"What kind of wolf is this!!!"

Everyone present had this thought in their mind. The man-eating breath that kept coming out of their mouths and noses made Boris' hair stand on end. It reminded him of the feeling when he was still weak and hunted the first giant wolf during the Trial of Ulric.

It was a life-and-death fight and he luckily killed his opponent, but he almost died that time too.

And now the feeling is back, even stronger than before.

"Is this my opponent?"

But Boris discovered that the originally ferocious giant wolf suddenly became docile, and a giant man also walked out of the crowd.

The terrifying giant wolf seemed to have become a docile pet in front of him.

The giant man stroked the giant wolf's head, then looked at Boris.

The bloodthirsty and warlike look in his eyes even made Boris doubt who the true believer of Khorne was.

Boris couldn't help swallowing as he looked at the body that was much taller than an ordinary man, and the scars on its body that were more numerous than his own. He didn't understand what the black shell was, but in his understanding, who the hell would cut so many holes on their body to fit these things?
And could the Frost Fang Sword in Rognar's hand that exudes a chill be a divine weapon?
My opponent is him? Damn Gurman! Where on earth did he find this guy?

As Ragnar walked forward, everyone unconsciously stepped aside.

He leaped onto the stage with a light leap.

"Are you my opponent? Weak. Too weak." Ragnar originally thought that the cultist this time should be a strong man, but he turned out to be a short mortal without any auxiliary equipment?

Is it looking down on him to assign him such an opponent?
Boris tried hard not to retreat. At this moment, Ragnar in front of him was like the most terrifying giant wolf!

But he was a former high priest after all, and he had seen countless big battles, so he would never be afraid before the battle. He took the two-handed axe, which could also be called a holy object, in his hand and took a fighting stance.

"Come on! Attack me!" Ragnar made a sound like a wolf howling.

Hearing Ragnar's provocation, Boris also rushed forward with a roar. He absolutely could not be a deserter. If he escaped, he would not be able to bear the punishment of Khorne.

At this moment, Boris used all his life's knowledge, and the attack that was enough for anyone to dodge was easily blocked by the Frost Bite in Ragnar's hand.

"Dang, dang, dang!" Boris danced with his two-handed axes so hard that even an afterimage was left. Gulman in the audience was glad to see Boris' attack. If his opponent was himself at this moment, he might not be able to win. Without the weapons and equipment of 40k, he was no match for Boris in terms of combat skills and strength.

The horrific attack left everyone dumbfounded, but it also further demonstrated Ragnar's power.

Easy? A bit too easy. He was once the strongest man in the Church of Yurik!

"Hit, hit me!!!!" Boris used all his strength to launch his strongest attack. Originally, he could use Ulric's magic, but now that he believed in Khorne, he could no longer use this skill to strengthen himself. But in front of everyone, using the power of Khorne? Obviously, he would never do this unless he was in a desperate situation.

The strongest slash was directed at Ragnar, and this blow also made Ragnar stand upright.

"Is this all you have? I thought it would be a good fight."

After saying this, the muscles on Ragnar's arms suddenly bulged, and the tendon coils in his body, a modified organ, instantly increased his muscle strength.

"A crisp cracking sound."

The Frost Fang Sword actually cut the tough two-handed axe into two halves.

"For Ruth! For All-Father!"

Listening to Ragnar's prayer, Boris was slightly distracted.

"Who is Russ Russ?" The name seemed to carry magic. The two words formed a figure in Boris' mind. It was the most ferocious wolf in the world. He was the wolf king, and his power was even more terrifying than that of Yurik.

It was this moment of distraction that caused the Frost Fang Sword to appear in front of him.

"It's over. I'm going to die."

At the moment of life and death, Boris dared not hold back at all.

"Great Blood God, please bless me!!!"

The power of the scarlet evil god surged wildly in his body, and Boris' physical fitness instantly increased a lot, which allowed him to successfully avoid Ragnar's fatal blow.

"It's the power of chaos!" Carl and Emil exclaimed. They didn't expect that the former high priest would actually defect to the evil god. Oh my God, Ulrich, what on earth happened?

Boris's power of chaos was so strong at this moment that all the believers present could not believe their eyes.

"It's Chaos! Warriors of the Empire! Go!" Carl said immediately.

The priests of Sigmar and the soldiers of the empire immediately rushed towards Boris.

But Yurik's followers and knights couldn't believe it. The most important doctrine of Yurik's church was to fight Chaos to the last moment! !
"Klaus! Don't hide anymore! Brotherhood of the Tomahawk! Kill these infidels! For the God of War!" The God of War they were talking about was Khorne, and it was also the skin that Khorne put on in order to seduce them.

(End of this chapter)