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"What is this?!" Feeling the power of this undead Chaos champion, Moussillon finally showed some emotion.

"Dead spirits, hear my command, heed my call on this day of doom!" Kemmler did not answer Moussillon. Instead, he increased the output of his magic.

A unit of about two hundred undead Chaos chosen warriors appeared behind Gu'ul at Kemmler's summons. They were clad in solid Chaos armor, wielding pikes or massive two-handed axes, marching into battle under Gu'ul's command.

The Blood God's cloak fluttered as Gu'ul strode towards the battlefield under Kemmler's orders. The undead Chaos chosen warriors followed the Chaos champion who had been dead for thousands of years. They had no self-awareness, only an instinct to kill.

Moussillon frantically recalled all the knowledge he possessed, muttering, "Could it be that..."

"Yes, Gu'ul, the champion of the Four Gods of Chaos. I found his tomb in the Gray Mountains, and now he is under my command," Kemmler's ancient, withered voice carried a strong sense of confidence. "His power will turn the tide of this battle."

Moussillon nodded silently. It didn't surprise him that Kemmler could control Gu'ul. Two thousand years ago, Nagash had successfully controlled Gu'ul, making the powerful undead champion serve him.

Kemmler was a very powerful necromancer. Though his magical prowess was somewhat less than that of the Lich King Arkhan, the difference wasn't too significant. If he could create the Black Grail Knights, he could certainly command these undead Chaos chosen warriors.

Gu'ul's appearance shifted the battle.

As soon as the Chaos champion of the Four Gods joined the fray, he swung his black great axe, cutting down three charging ranger knights along with their horses in one swift motion. His hollow eyes glowed with the remnants of soul fire.

On the left flank, François led the knight army like a storm sweeping through the undead tide. The undead were cleared away under the charge of four thousand knights. From the initial zombie hordes and skeleton warriors to the later crypt ghouls and grave guards, and then the black knight and wight knight regiments, the knights followed François, banners of various duchies flying high. When lances broke, they drew their swords, their steeds' manes drenched in the blood of the undead.

As the battle deepened, the knights scattered, forming small lance formations to attack. The power of the Bretonnian heavy cavalry's charge was unparalleled in the Old World, crushing any formidable foes in their path.

Some knights neared Kemmler's command post.

The knight vanguard first collided with the undead Chaos chosen warriors. Two kingdom knights saw Gu'ul's figure and shouted their names, praying to the Lady of the Lake, ready to face a worthy opponent.

"For the Lady! Face judgment!" On the chaotic field, the kingdom knights rode their steeds across the muddy grass towards the Chaos champion. "Die!"

Breathing out blue mist, Gu'ul, the Chaos champion, raised his axe. The charging kingdom knight gripped his lance tightly. "Face judgment! The Lady grants you destruction!"

Gu'ul swung his axe horizontally, slicing through the air.

The two kingdom knights, along with their horses, were cut in half as they passed. They didn't even have time to utter a last word; they and their steeds fell dead instantly.

Blood splattered, flowing, heads rolling. Gu'ul exhaled a long blue mist, his consciousness blurred, a primal instinct from life making him excited. Yet he remained a dead man.

Two hundred undead Chaos chosen warriors entered the battlefield under Gu'ul's command.

The knights finally met formidable resistance.

The undead Chaos chosen warriors were impervious to mortal weapons.

The knights' lances broke against them, their swords couldn't cut through their armor. Conversely, any slight opening was met with deadly counterattacks, costing the knights their lives.

Even if a knight managed to pierce their eye sockets with a lance, it caused no harm. Only weapons blessed by the Lake God Prophet or the Lady of the Lake could repel these foul creatures.

The space grew increasingly confined. The Chaos chosen warriors compressed the knights' charging space. The might of their charge, like waves against rocks, failed to move these undead warriors. They stood their ground, advancing step by step, squeezing the knights' space. Horses fell to their pikes and heavy axes, knights were pulled from their mounts, many dying on the spot and rising as undead knights.

Only a few lance formations led by Grail Knights could break through the undead blockade, but their numbers were too few. Squad after squad of knights fell, consumed by the undead.

The undead Chaos chosen warriors gradually turned the tide, and the knights began to falter and suffer casualties. The left flank shifted from advantageous to disadvantageous.

If this continued, defeat was only a matter of time.

Leading his knights in various charges, François noticed the situation. He raised his unicorn sword and shouted, "Knights of Bretonnia! My brothers, my comrades!"

The knights regrouped under François's command.

"Fight for you! Fight for the Lady! Fight to protect the kingdom!" The knights of the Quenelles Champion Knights Brotherhood gathered around François, forming an inverted triangular lance formation.

"Advance!!! For the Lady! For Bretonnia!"

François spurred his beloved steed, leading the Quenelles Champion Knights Brotherhood in a charge towards Gu'ul.

It was the storm's eye of the battlefield.

"François! You've finally come!" Kemmler stood tall on the command platform, glaring at the Duke of Winford with intense malice. "Finish him, Gu'ul! Kill him!"

François's unicorn sword clashed with Gu'ul's black axe, sparks flying from their first strike. The force from the Chaos champion nearly knocked the duke off his horse.

François's eyes widened. He didn't know why this undead Chaos champion appeared, but it was an enemy! That was enough. Skilled in horsemanship, the duke quickly adjusted his posture, a strong kick to the stirrup restoring his balance. The unicorn sword glowed again. "Lady, grant me the power of vengeance!"

The unicorn sword emitted a dazzling light, engulfing Gu'ul's figure. Nearby undead were incinerated into ashes, and even the undead Chaos chosen warriors were momentarily halted by the light.

The undead Chaos champion was unaffected by the light. Gu'ul raised his axe, standing atop a pile of knight corpses. He chuckled, the jagged blade of his black axe dripping with knightly blood. The unicorn sword and black axe clashed again.

And once more, the result was a stalemate!

The battle continued on the field. In this grinding mill of flesh, the left flank's knights began to struggle. The infantry lost the knights' control in the center and couldn't withstand the ever-growing undead army. On the right flank, the dwarves were still fighting fiercely. Belegar, out of pride, didn't ask for human aid, but his dwarven forces were too few.

François exerted all his strength to parry Gu'ul's axe, turning his horse to speed through the undead Chaos chosen warriors' lines. The unicorn sword whirled, repelling several weapons and a pike. He tried to thrust the Lake God-blessed blade into a Chaos chosen warrior's helmet.

Nothing is invincible. There must be a way to kill these powerful undead!

It worked! Under the Lady of the Lake's blessing, the chosen warrior's helmet emitted black smoke, the holy purifying power vaporizing the skull filled with undead and Chaos energy. The armor, now unsupported, collapsed.

Successfully killing one chosen warrior, François felt no joy. He was a high-level knight, nearing the peak of his domain! How many on the battlefield had his strength?

"Duke, this won't do! We'll lose at this rate!" Count Conrade Renald cut a bloody path to François's side, his armor stained with undead flesh. "We must find a solution!"

"No! We can't fail here!" François gripped his unicorn sword tightly, shaking his head repeatedly. "We must approach Kemmler. Today, I will settle this with him!"

"I will cover you, my duke!" Sir Geoffrey of Angletone shouted, leading his few knights towards François. "I'll buy you time!"

"Good!" François knew there was no time for hesitation. The noonday sun was high; the knights and undead had been fighting since dawn.

The human army was growing weary.

François led the champion knights in another charge towards Kemmler's command post. Gu'ul, obeying Kemmler's orders, tried to block the knights, but a knight in silver full plate armor intercepted his axe with his sword. "Geoffrey of Angletone is here! Who will take my head?!"

With that, Sir Geoffrey, a Bretonnian hero who had once slain a dragon, held off Gu'ul. François and two other knights broke through the final defenses, charging towards Kemmler.

"Hu~" Gu'ul's hollow eyes flared with soul fire as he battled Geoffrey.

After a few exchanges, Geoffrey realized he was no match for Gu'ul. His arms were numb, unable to resist the Chaos champion's attacks.

A single swing of the black axe shattered his shield. Geoffrey smiled bitterly, gripping his flaming sword with both hands to face Gu'ul directly.

Lady, Geoffrey serves you to the end. When the time comes, may I continue to fight for you in your divine realm...

Lord François, I wish you success...

"Hu~" The sweeping axe knocked Geoffrey off his horse.

Tumbling to the ground, Geoffrey tried to rise and fight Gu'ul. As he attempted to stand, the jagged blade of the black axe pierced his back. The plate armor split open under the force, and Geoffrey felt a chill in his chest, followed by the taste of blood in his mouth.

He knew his end was near.

Gu'ul pulled out his black axe, stepping forward to behead Geoffrey with a single swing. The champion knight's head was torn from his shoulders, and Gu'ul roared in triumph, celebrating his victory.

A mix of cheers and wails rose as several knights attempted to reclaim Geoffrey's head, only to become victims of Gu'ul's deadly axe. The Chaos champion, relentless and mighty, prepared to return and support Kemmler, his master.

At that moment, near the command post of the tomb guard army:

"Kemmler!!!" A furious shout came from the distance. Duke François and his two knights broke through the last line of defense, charging towards Moussillon and Kemmler on the command platform. The light from the Lady of the Lake surrounded François, a soft glow enveloping the Duke of Winford. Any guard trying to stop him was instantly killed, and François's face showed cold, intense anger: "Today is your end!"

"François... François!" Kemmler gripped his noisome skull staff tightly, knowing that the outcome of the battle hinged on this moment.

Moussillon tried to block François, but a knight in a red and blue robe, wearing a golden dragon cross helmet, intercepted him with the sacred sword "Durandal." "Your opponent is me, traitor!"

"Calard!" Moussillon's eyes turned red with rage as he clashed with Calard.

On the other side, Count Anselm of Quenelles held off several approaching undead Chaos chosen warriors: "Cousin! Leave it to me!"

Finally, Kemmler and François faced each other. The Duke of Winford raised his unicorn sword high, just like he had over twenty years ago during the great battle at the La-Maisonelle Abbey.

The first strike, the unicorn sword's blade traced a silver arc, slashing downwards. Kemmler instinctively raised his noisome skull staff to block.

"Crack!" The staff was cleaved in two by François's sword, saving Kemmler's life by sacrificing his staff.

The enraged François immediately followed with a second strike.

"Clang!" The Chaos digging sword was drawn, the clash of steel on steel echoed with sparks flying. With the blessing of the Dark Gods, Kemmler barely parried the attack again.

But François's assault did not end there. The unicorn sword erupted in a dazzling light, a purifying radiance that almost blinded the necromancer. Kemmler screamed, clutching his eyes, unable to see.

"Die, Kemmler! For all the knights and subjects you've killed, for my father, for the Lady!" François's warhorse reared up, preparing to strike the final blow from above.

"Ha~ Today, it's you who will die, François!" Kemmler suddenly grinned viciously, extending his hand. The wind of undeath surged.

Gu'ul, who had been at least ten meters away, instantly appeared behind François, his black axe's serrated blade swinging like a whirlwind towards the Duke of Winford.

"What?!"

"It ends today, François. Our decades-long feud ends here!"

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