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Chapter 797: Chapter 178: Slaying Uther Galoch!

Chapter 797: Chapter 178: Slaying Uther Galoch!

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Intense pain and corruption made it difficult for Uther Galoch to move.

Although the wildfire still burning on his skin protected him, Uther Galoch couldn’t help but start to have wild and chaotic thoughts.

Uther Galoch roared and launched a fierce counterattack against Aurigen’s true form.

But each of his attacks was almost perfectly neutralized by Aurigen, who in turn left deep, bone-exposing wounds on him.

Aurigen remained calm throughout, his face never contorting into a grimace, even in this life-and-death struggle.

However, at that moment, he felt as if time were beginning to slow down.

The mind that had been dazed and bloodboiling with boundless rage suddenly cooled down.

It was as if all the noise by his ears had disappeared all at once, and he became sober in an instant.

Past experiences surfaced in his heart, one fragment after another.

—Uther Galoch’s issue was actually similar to Aurigen’s.

Both warriors, yet neither could wield their weapon of greatest mastery.

It was precisely for this reason that Uther Galoch respected this warrior—because he respected his opponent, he used all his strength to inflict fatal wounds.

If it weren’t for the final blow that triggered wildfire’s automatic protection and sent the opponent flying, Uther Galoch would have carefully and deliberately crushed the opponent into meat paste, roasted him, and eaten him, ensuring there was absolutely no possibility of revival or healing.

It’s just a pity…

he happened to receive healing from an elf.@@novelbin@@

Now, Uther Galoch, having been usurped by the Giant King, could no longer wield his most adept magic Sword “Wounded Branch.” Whether it was this giant axe or unarmed strikes, neither was Uther Galoch’s weapon of greatest mastery—his greatest skill lay in swordsmanship, specifically that which complemented the magic Sword “Wounded Branch.”

“Wounded Branch” was one of the Giant Clan’s most top-tier weapons, and it was also a Divine Artifact imbued with the unrivaled divine power bestowed by the Supreme Heaven.

This weapon burned incessantly, with a brightness surpassing that of the sun.

It was the very embodiment of the will of the Supreme Heaven, the “Highest Supreme.”

Simply by holding this weapon, even without swinging it, countless “from Swords” would spontaneously coalesce on the battlefield according to the bearer’s will, soaring through the sky and slaying enemies as they pleased.

Each “from Sword” acted as though a warrior wielded the magic Sword itself.

With this weapon, any tactics involving overwhelming numbers were meaningless for the Giants.

Because the strongest of the Giant Clan, holding this magic Sword, could continuously divide himself, creating countless apparitions to control the entire battlefield.

And each of those apparitions, lacking a physical body, could not be defeated.

And the weapon’s real body was crafted by the Supreme Heaven itself, a god-slaying blade capable of severing “The Great Tree” upon which the Elf Clan depended for life—

This is why it was called “Wounded Branch.” It was forged from a splintered branch of The Great Tree, refined by the Supreme Heaven into a rebellious magic Sword capable of slaying “its own father.”

Merely by severing The Great Tree’s roots with this sword, one could utterly sever the tree’s life force, burn the immortal towering Great Tree, and consign it to destruction.

It was by the deterrent force of this sword that the Giant Clan could prevent interference and counterbalance from the Elf Clan—even though, in terms of top-tier power, the Giant Clan couldn’t compete with the Holy Nation.

But if you dare interfere with the Giant Kingdom, then we’ll simply move!

—After all, the Giant Clan doesn’t need any special living environment.

Whether it’s a forest or a desert, an ice field or the seaside…

as long as it’s not a food-scarce and exceedingly hot desert, they can always survive.

But the Elves cannot do without The Great Tree.

As per tradition, this sword should belong to the Patriarch of the Supreme Heaven.

Because generally speaking, the Patriarch of the Supreme Heaven is also the most powerful person in the Giant Kingdom, the Guardian of the Kingdom.

However, this generation’s Giant King was exceptionally arrogant and prideful.

Under the ridiculous pretext of Uther Galoch’s lack of respect for the royal lineage, the Giant King stripped Uther Galoch of his role as the Kingdom’s Guardian.

He proclaimed himself as the Guardian and took possession of this genuine Divine Artifact.

In terms of bloodline, the Giant royal family is closer to the Supreme Heaven.

Therefore, even though the Supreme Heaven was aware that it was nothing but slander, it turned a blind eye to the Giant King seizing Uther Galoch’s Divine Artifact.

After all, the position of Patriarch was supposed to belong to the royal family.

Uther Galoch’s blood also carried the royal lineage, but his lineage was not as pure as that of his predecessors.

Uther Galoch’s ascent was purely because he was sufficiently powerful as a warrior.

No one deserved “Wounded Branch” more than he did.

Even the old Giant King of the previous generation held Uther Galoch in high regard.

The current Giant King, in his youth, also learned martial techniques from Uther Galoch, who was in a way his teacher.

And now, without having committed any grave mistakes, Uther Galoch was stripped of his status as the Guardian by his own student.

This was a disgrace—

In the thousands of years of the Giant Kingdom’s history, there had never been a precedent where a Guardian was stripped of his title!

Yet when facing external enemies, he was able to summon the sanctions from the Supreme Heaven.

But when facing the bullying of the Giant royal family, the Supreme Heaven chose silence in response to his pleas.

The Supreme Heaven knows no justice.

And now…

“…Heh.”

Uther Galoch gazed at this outstanding Lizardman Warrior and couldn’t help but let out a sneer.

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He was not mocking his adversary, he was mocking destiny.

Uther Galoch had never seen such a gifted warrior.

Not even within the Giant Kingdom was there a stronger warrior than this man.

But the confines of a Lizardman’s body limited his talents…

How could such an inferior race, even if it reached the pinnacle, amount to anything?

If he were an Elf, a Giant, or from the Dragon Clan—if he were born into one of these superior races, this Lizardman warrior, who was still in his prime years, might have been able to reach the position of a Celestial Marshal on the Path of Strength!

But…

This powerful warrior had obtained a weapon that could easily injure himself.

That would be a catastrophe for the Giant Kingdom.

All because the “King” had taken the weapon away from himself, causing this calamity.

—The era of the Giants, perhaps, was coming to an end.

In Uther Galoch’s eyes, time seemed to slow down countless times.

Aurigen’s body, with an afterimage trailing behind, leapt high into the air, suspending, still, in midair.

In that moment, his body seemed to grow two or three times larger through an illusion.

A shadow wrapped in thunder then enveloped his form!

It was the face of an invincible figure holding a Thunder Halberd, majestic to the point of terror!

For a moment, Uther Galoch saw traces of Supreme Heaven on that face.

As a warrior, he could even read the names of each combat skill the opponent was using.

—Frenzied Power!

—Weapon Resonance!

—Giant Strike!

—Lightning Strike!

—Weakness Strike!

—Unparalleled Slash!

—Execution!

Seven skills overlapped, unleashing an incomparable strength.

—That, precisely, was the number of strength.

This was probably… destiny.

The last thought that floated through Uther Galoch’s mind was this.

The next moment, time flowed.

The shadow of the giant halberd, swirling with countless golden blades, split Uther Galoch’s head in two!

Then, a massive bolt of lightning swallowed both men whole.

The twisted power directly shattered Uther Galoch’s skull!

An endless storm of thunder, accompanied by a tempest, surged out from the point of convergence in all directions.

The ground around them was stripped layer by layer, trees were swept up in the storm, and a violent black explosion emanated from within Uther Galoch, pulverizing his body to dust.

And Aiwass, riding the Pegasus, was unable to dodge in time and got caught in the midst of it.

His body was hurled backwards, and with the last of his willpower, he could only clutch the reins tightly, ensuring he wouldn’t be separated from the Pegasus.

Nonetheless, he was eventually swept up in the turmoil and thrown to the point of unconsciousness.

When Aiwass groggily came to, he saw that the sun in the sky had turned to dusk.

The forest below, which had just been torn apart and left in shambles by the aftermath, had mostly recovered.

Still, signs where the earth and rivers had been torn asunder were visible.

“I told you, I’d return,” he said.

A detached voice rang out.

Aiwass turned his head and saw the familiar figure clad in silver-white armor, intently feeding the Pegasus.

—It was Arthur!