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Chapter 813: Chapter 192: Giant King Elnino Chapter 813: Chapter 192: Giant King Elnino “What!”

“To think—”

Among those shocked by this scene was not just Aurigen, who knew the Giants well.

Everyone knew that the Skinless Legion represented the pinnacle of the Giants’ combat strength.

The Skinless Ones themselves were already an exceptionally terrifying advanced profession, and on a Giant, they became even more fearsome.

They possessed a formidable magic resistance; spells below the Fourth Energy Level basically had no effect on them whatsoever.

As for spells between the Fourth and Fifth Energy Levels, they found it difficult to catch up to the Giants’ speed, and even if they hit, they were unlikely to inflict any significant damage.

Moreover, the Skinless Ones boasted the top life force of all professions and had a horrifyingly fast self-healing ability.

As a price for acquiring such spell resistance, Skinless Ones could not cast spells, take potions, use martial arts, or wear any armor or wield weapons.

But for Giants, such a price hardly mattered.

As for non-magical damage…

…what kind of non-magical damage could possibly harm a group of beings each over ten meters tall and borne of the Path of Strength?

Even if an attack managed to get through their defenses, the weapons of mortals would still fail to reach the bone.

Such superficial wounds could heal in a matter of moments, rendering any inflicted pain and damage incapable of hindering a Skinless One’s actions.

Instead, they would likely become more ferocious from the clear sensation of pain.

Unless you killed them outright, Skinless Ones would only grow stronger the more they fought.

—When such a terrifying type of soldiers were assembled into an army, it truly was a dilemma whether to fight or not.

The concept of a single Skinless One versus a group of them was completely different.

After the number of Skinless Ones reached a certain point, it became very difficult to kill one among the interference and protection of the others… But if one did survive with a breath left, that lone Skinless One could immediately exert the horrific power equivalent to ten Skinless Ones, and would recover to full health after a period without injury.

This is precisely why even the Holy Nation preferred not to provoke the Giants of Avalon.

The strength of the Holy Nation lay in relying on healing and buffing capabilities to max out logistics for long-term attrition wars.

They would cast prayers to the Dreamworld Deities for intervention; next in line were the top spellcasters, endowed with a long lifespan and a complete heritage system, capable of adapting to various environments.

—Each element was perfectly countered by the Giants.

As long as the Giants stayed within their own turf and rarely ventured out of Avalon… even the Holy Nation could only watch their wrongdoings.

Because they dared not gamble on the uncontrollable disaster that might ensue if Giants began roaming outside, nor were they certain whether the remaining Elves could continue suppressing the Giants if the Holy Nation and the Giant Kingdom were both critically weakened from fighting each other.

The Giants originally had no political system and their strength in individual combat was much greater than that of the Elves.

It was for this reason that the Giants never feared the Elves’ interference.

—But this insouciance was to end today.

Now, Helquinn demonstrated what it meant to “kill in one breath”!

The Giant Priests witnessing this scene from afar showed expressions of disbelief on their faces: “Not even the Skinless Ones can defeat him…”

“That’s Helquinn, the White Knight of the Elves.”

“That’s not right, that clearly looks like an Undead?”

“He doesn’t even need a Dragon to defeat the Skinless Ones…”

“—There’s the second one!

The second one!”

While the priests were in shock, they saw Helquinn transform into an arc of thunderous light, first charging to a distant point then swiftly wheeling back to pierce through the skull of the second Skinless One!

The Skinless Ones who could single-handedly destroy a small human kingdom were so fragile in front of Helquinn reborn as an Undead.

They couldn’t even fight back—because Helquinn was just too fast!

He darted across the battlefield like a bolt of lightning.

If there was no way to make Helquinn stop, these elite Skinless Ones would only continue to be taken down one by one, and there was nothing they could do!

“Quick, send another wave of men!”

“We must recall the Skinless Ones!

We can’t afford more losses!”

“Hurry, send someone to ask for the Patriarch, we need Wounded Branch!@@novelbin@@

Call our Guardian!”

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“The only thing that can catch up with lightning is the intent to kill!”

“Great Supreme Heaven, look upon your children…”

The priests were in complete disarray.

The giants had grown accustomed to bullying foes weaker than themselves…

never before had they been so indiscriminately slaughtered by a Transcendent of the Sixth Energy Level.

Shouldn’t it be that the higher the level of the Transcendent, the more they cherish their lives?

Do you not fear that Supreme Heaven will erase your soul?!”

The Giant Priests held their Sacred Staves in their hands, gathering together but unable to come to a conclusion.

What they held in their hands was the unique Divine Artifact of Giant Priests—a metal club studded with a varying number of steel spikes, the spikes denoting the number of formidable enemies they’ve vanquished.

—It could also be directly called a Wolf Fang Club.

Like other blunt weapons, it doesn’t carry the implicit meaning of labor as a hammer does.

It’s a tool made purely for taking lives, existing solely for combat; one must have sufficient strength to wield it, and merely holding it is enough to deter others.

In the face of absolute barbarity, sharp blades like swords and daggers, which evolved with civilization and technology, will bend and shatter.

—The Sacred Staff is a manifestation of the Path of Strength.

If there is a giant who disrespects Supreme Heaven, disrespects the priests, or disobeys the king’s command, they will be punished by Giant Priests wielding the Sacred Staff.

It is the sole form of punishment in the Giant Kingdom.

Yes, the Giant Kingdom has no imprisonment, no death penalty, no fines…

such things are too advanced, too cultured.

The only punishment for giants is to be beaten by Giant Priests of different levels, to have their bones shattered.

The higher the level of the priest, the closer to the skull they can smash.

The lowest level priest is “shin” level, able to break one’s lower leg, which is also the most lenient punishment; the Patriarch of Supreme Heaven is the sole “skull” level priest, who is permitted to smash any giant’s skull.

Even the Giant King does not have the authority to execute other giants—perhaps this is the sole progressive aspect of the Giant Kingdom.

After all, all giants are descendants of Supreme Heaven, albeit at varying degrees of kinship; they can be considered one family…

but the head of the family is not the Giant King, it is Supreme Heaven Himself.

However, that is easier said than done.

The punishment is merely a smashed skull.

If such an injury were to lead to the demise of a blood descendant of the great Supreme Heaven, then it is your own fault—you are too weak.

You bear the Divine Blood of Supreme Heaven within you, yet you cannot even withstand a fatal blow.

When war ensues, these priests with their Sacred Staves will be stationed at the rear—just as they are now.

If any frontline giant disobeys commands or tries to flee, they will be surrounded and executed by the priests on the spot.

And there is no shortage of giants receiving such punishment, for they are selfish creatures; the rare selfless ones become priests.

Aside from being compelled, nearly all giants are unwilling to fight for the Giant Kingdom.

If the battle goes poorly or too well, they will also take the time to bestow blessings on the warriors and perform their due role as rear clerics.

To ensure that the punished do not survive their injuries and burden the rear logistics, this whole row of priests are all of “sternum” or “spine” level or above.

This time, out of respect for Helquinn, three “cervical” level Giant Priests have even been sent—equivalent to the Cardinal Archbishop level in the Holy Nation.

And these three, upon hearing the other priests speak of summoning the Patriarch, had grim expressions.

The other priests might not be aware, but the three of them knew…

Today, the Patriarch no longer possesses the Wounded Branch.

The current Guardian is none other than the Giant King himself.

“—Fear not, for I have arrived.”

Just then, a deep voice rang out.

The Giant Priests scattered to see a giant clad in dark red armor, bearing a resplendent curved sharp blade, approaching from the rear.

This weapon blazed incessantly, with a brilliance outshining The Sun.

It was the embodiment of the “Highest Supreme” will of Supreme Heaven, “Wounded Branch” Levatin!

And wielding this Divine Artifact was not the Patriarch whom they expected but their king—Ernino Alctus!

Ernino was covered in soft, deep red fur, which concealed every inch of exposed skin.

This bear-like fur peeked out from the gaps in the armor, akin to wild grass growing on the exposed metal of an ancient armor.

“I will protect everyone—as the new Great Guardian,” Ernino stated clearly.

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