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Chapter 812: Chapter 191: Battling Against a Horde of Skinless Ones!

Chapter 812: Chapter 191: Battling Against a Horde of Skinless Ones!

Darkness spread like creeping reptiles.

The curse-imbued blood rain descended once again, howling in the pitch-black night, once more enveloping Avalon Island.

With Aurigen leading the way, Aiwass quickly arrived at the designated gathering point for his task.

Although many Giants had been dissolved by the blood rain summoned by the Night Fiend, not all had been eliminated.

[Giant Slaughterer: Kill all the Giants at the ‘Front Chest’, ‘Back Loin’, and ‘Rib Strip’ gathering points (Points: 500)]

—A task worth five hundred points, expressly demanding that Aiwass leave no Giant alive at these three locations!

What if there were young Giants who could avoid the Night Fiend’s blood rain curse?

What if some Giants were too timid to leave their buildings, or simply sleeping soundly, unaware of the chaos outside?@@novelbin@@

And now, as a member of The Wild Hunt, Helquinn had a covenant to uphold.

He could not attack or enter any room with lights on and doors closed, nor could he deliberately target the sick, pregnant women, or the disabled.

To ensure the extermination of all Giants, Aiwass had no choice but to set down the Night Fiend and Aurigen, letting them enter each building to complete the task!

This was nothing complex.

Two Sixth Power Level beings, and a Fifth Energy Level elite warrior capable of defeating Uther Galoch of the Sixth Power Level.

Not to mention, the abilities of King Helkin of the Wild Hunt were aura effects, benefiting Aurigen and the Night Fiend as well.

For them to strike down these gathering points, guarded by at most a few Fifth Energy Level Giants, hardly warranted any detailed accounts of glorious battles.

After all, the lifestyle of the Giants guaranteed a sparse population.

The three gathering points combined had merely a few hundred individuals, even fewer than the residents of three apartment buildings.

Moreover, there was no Uther Galoch to interfere this time.

As Aiwass approached the third gathering point, he understood why the Lord of Scalefeather specifically demanded these three locations.

The common denominator between ‘Front Chest’, ‘Back Loin’, and ‘Rib Strip’ was their proximity to the ‘Heart’.

The location of the ‘Heart’ was on Glass Island—now the Royal City of Avalon Island, which Aiwass knew all too well!

By the time Aiwass reached these three locations, he had already neared the Giant King’s castle.

As he arrived, Darkness, Dark Cloud, and blood rain likewise spread within the castle walls.

Countless Giants perished, their anguished cries and howls unending—they could no longer trivialize this disaster.

The task of dealing with the three gathering points essentially bought time for the Giants!

Realizing that three gathering points near the castle had been utterly devastated stirred the Giants’ anger.

Ordinarily, Giants would never unite against invaders…

Although universally armed, Giants had no duty to heed conscription nor a culture of obedience to military command.

Difficult to mobilize and control.

However, Aiwass’s task had thoroughly incensed these Giants, focusing their attention fully on him.

As Aiwass advanced on the third gathering point, a layer of deep red barrier suddenly coalesced above the castle, blocking the cursed blood rain from within.

In principle, this wasn’t challenging.

A Fourth Energy Level spellcaster, given ample materials and preparation time, could thus protect a city.

After all, the curse within the rainfall was inert—it wasn’t blood rain mixed with lethal poison or strong acid designed to kill everyone, hence it was easily thwarted by a common barrier.

It’s ironic that such a simple evasion tactic…

was only employed by the Giants after Aiwass had made his way to the very foot of the castle.

The main reason was that Giants generally lacked education and knowledge; most couldn’t even recognize a Night Fiend, much less understand the perils of the blood rain.

But it also underscored their complete absence of crisis management awareness—

After all, reaching adulthood guaranteed Third Power Level strength, allowing them to lift tons with one hand.

Each gathering point housed several Fourth Energy Level individuals, with slightly larger congregations hosting a few of the Fifth Energy Level.

In this era, Giants were practically invincible.

When had they ever needed to prepare for a crisis?

And now, they finally paid the price.

Although Aiwass couldn’t know how many Giants the Night Fiend’s blood rain had slain within the castle, the increasingly furious and clear shouts that could be heard from kilometers away made their animosity towards him apparent.

Undoubtedly, the enmity Aiwass had drawn from the Giants surpassed that of the historic Sir Helquinn.

Following that, a gigantic litchi-like red eyeball with a sharp spiked shell floated up in the blood-red night sky.

It slowly opened, revealing the green vertical pupils within.

The pupils scanned their surroundings and quickly located Aiwass.

From there, a cone-shaped beam of light—the same as a searchlight—locked onto the traces of Aiwass and his companions.

Speaking of companions, these were only the Lizardman Warrior Aurigen and the Night Fiend in crow form, seated behind him.

And then, Aiwass felt an overwhelming sense of danger.

“ROAR————!”

A frenzied, hysterical roar echoed from afar.

From the Royal City, a group of crimson giants charged out frenziedly.

Each one was at least ten meters tall, and there even was a giant that stood at fifteen meters, towering double the height above the others.

Unlike other giants, these giants were completely unclothed—they were not only stripped of clothing but also of skin, exposing their muscles!

“—The Skinless Ones!”

Aurigen whispered.

A spine-chilling sense of crisis, coupled with a thrilling sense of excitement, overcame him.

His heart couldn’t help but start thumping wildly, attaching great importance to the battle before him…

even perceiving a distinct premonition of death.

Among these giants, every elite soldier was a Fifth Energy Level Transcendent elite.

Not only were their skins tough, but they also feared no pain and possessed nearly boundless anger.

Even a unified effort of a group of Papal Guards would find it difficult to kill one of the Skinless Ones.

Their skins were all peeled off—not only that, they had also undergone the “Ritual of War Preparation.”

The red-hot spikes, resembling metal short spears used by humans, were embedded all over their bodies, emitting a sizzling sound of searing, and the air was filled with the aroma of roasted meat.

Steam visible to the naked eye wafted from their bodies—whether it was the heat from their blood vessels or the heat stirred up by the red-hot spikes was unknown.

For an ordinary human warrior, perhaps the utmost effort could only manage to hammer in another spike.

These spikes were the most cherished possessions of the Skinless Ones—

To them, the ability to be injured was a glory.

Because Supreme Heaven had granted them bodies of incomparable toughness, only by pushing them to their limits could they possibly be injured.

Like a notebook filled with writing, a pair of worn-out boxing gloves.

Thus, after each injury, they would hammer a spike into their wounds.

And before the most solemn battles, they would remove all spikes from their bodies, reheat them, and hammer them back in.

The strength of the Skinless Ones came from pain, and the pain from being skinned would eventually be adapted to and numbed.

This fresh pain would awaken their previous memories!

They roared in frenzy!

“Eerrraaaghhh—”

“Uuuuh it hurts, it hurts, aghh—”

“Grrl uuh aha hahaha—”

Their roars were meaningless, yet shockingly terrifying.

Saliva and tears streaming, their expressions twisted in agony.

Their skinless visages appeared monstrous like demons, and the red rage engulfing them made these pain-enduring madmen extremely dangerous.

This was the “rage” that ordinary “warriors” could only muster after being thoroughly warmed up and having fought on the battlefield for a long time.

Fueled by rage, warriors could use a variety of exceptional Martial Arts, performing feats that were otherwise impossible for the body.

This was a resource similar yet different from mana…

very low in its initial state, it gradually increased with the intensity of battle.

Previously, it had been right after a severe injury that Aurigen blasted Uther Galoch by using rage to unleash an extraordinary Martial Arts skill!

The more severely wounded a warrior was, the more dangerous they became, that’s what it meant.

—Yet, these Skinless Ones were brimming with Blood Qi.

This was the overflowing rage—

The distinctive feature of the Skinless Ones was their inexhaustible “rage” resource!

Although Aiwass’s mission only required him to kill one Skinless One…

But before him now were ten of these Skinless Ones!

Equating to the combat power of twenty Papal Guards, they were streaming with tears and snot, emitting hysterical roars and howls, charging toward Aiwass with a force enough to shake the heavens and the earth!

One of the Skinless Ones, twitching all over, furiously slammed his hand into the ground and lifted up a mountain range—

Merely ten meters tall, yet he hoisted a rock over a hundred meters high and hurled it violently towards Aiwass!

—However, Aiwass did not retreat but advanced instead!

He instantly turned ethereal, skating over ice, and passed right through the middle of that giant rock!

He appeared beside the neck of that giant, swinging a dark red sword.

Eight strikes in a second!

Every single strike was with full strength, each producing a sharp, crescent moon-like red Sword Qi!

The giant who threw the rock had his head cleaved open by Aiwass!

—Instant death upon meeting!