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over lord 1 Welcome the Birth of the King_chapter_0383_part_02
Chapter 525
chapter 383 part 2
It rushed swiftly toward 'King' Anriel's location, its objective clear.
"Stop him! His target is the King!" an angry, resounding roar came from the distant crowd.
Following this command.
Agile Jackalmen surrounded it, their powerful hind legs propelling them forward.
"Roar!"
The Bronze Axe Minotaur looked at the wall of Jackalmen before it, let out a roar, and with a flash, violently threw the bronze axe in its hand.
*Bronze Throw*!
Swish!
The bronze axe spun rapidly in mid-air, its sharp blade like a meat grinder. The Jackalmen in its path had no ability to even block it.
Geysers of blood blossomed into the air!
The bronze axe flew dozens of meters, carving a path of flesh and blood before circling in mid-air and flying back into the Bronze Axe Minotaur's hand.
"Hiss~"
The Flame-tongued Lizard flicked its fiery red tongue. Its four thick, short legs moved, its cumbersome body nimbly carrying the minotaur as it charged forward over the corpses.
With a single throw of the axe.
Fifty to sixty Jackalmen had died, instantly stunning everyone who had rushed over from all directions.
Such terrifying power was clearly beyond the expectations of all the Jackalmen and Lionmen present!
"A bunch of trash!"
An enraged roar echoed from the distant crowd. Several Jackalmen were sent flying as a red figure charged out ferociously. "Get the hell out of my way!"
This was a powerful Lionman, also wielding a great axe and clad in leather armor.
Because the Resselde Tribal Nation was relatively lacking in ores and artisans, armor requiring large amounts of metal was extremely rare.
"It's 'Blood Axe' Aog!" an excited voice called out.
The crowd, which had been stunned by the immense power displayed by the Bronze Axe Minotaur, once again showed expressions of anticipation.
"Which surrounding country are you from?!"
"How dare you attack the great Wal Tribe! Are you declaring war on us?!"
'Blood Axe' Aog roared as he ran, holding the axe in one hand. His red mane flew in the air, exuding an air of wild arrogance and dominance.
"Arrogant minotaur, I'll cut off your head and grind your skull into a toothpick!"
Bang!
The ground shook.
"Shattered Bone Heavy Slash!"
'Blood Axe' Aog stomped on the ground, his figure leaping high into the air. The crude great axe in his hand, carried by his powerful body, descended like a falling meteor in a ferocious strike.
The axe blade cut through the air, stirring up a shockwave!
The Bronze Axe Minotaur looked up, its bronze arm bulging slightly as it swung upwards to meet the blow.
Clang!
The blades of the two heavy weapons collided, and a piercing boom exploded in the air, creating a dazzling shower of sparks.
The shockwave surged.
"What immense strength."
'Blood Axe' Aog's face flushed red. His body was sent flying backward in mid-air, and after landing, he had to take four or five steps back before regaining his balance.
*Bronze Throw*!
The Bronze Axe Minotaur's cold face remained expressionless as it once again threw the bronze axe in its hand toward the enemy.
Boom!
A whistling sound tore through the air.
'Blood Axe' Aog hadn't even caught his breath. Seeing the approaching axe, his expression changed, and he hurriedly raised his own great axe to block.
With a "bang".
A ferocious force surged up his arms.
"Ah, ahh—"
'Blood Axe' Aog's eyes went wide as he screamed, sent flying once more.
Just as the Bronze Axe Minotaur threw its axe.
A figure hidden in the crowd shot out in an instant, like a hunter that had been lying in wait, and suddenly appeared behind the Bronze Axe Minotaur.
"Mobile Interception!"
This was a slender Jackalman, a full head taller than an ordinary Jackalman, moving like an assassin.
Clang!
The crisp sound of metal striking metal rang out.
The dagger in the Jackalman's hand struck the Bronze Axe Minotaur in the back, right over the heart, but it only penetrated about an inch before getting stuck.
The feedback was one of extreme hardness.
The Jackalman was stunned, seemingly surprised that his opponent's body was as hard as stone.
The Bronze Axe Minotaur is a monster with a relatively simple attack pattern. As its 'Bronze' prefix suggests, it possesses skin with the defensive power of metal. Among summoned creatures of the same level, it's considered a decent tank.
*Tail Strike*!
"Hiss—"
The Flame-tongued Lizard whipped its tail, sending the Jackalman assassin flying.
In just a few moments, two of the Wal Tribe's strongmen had been easily defeated. An atmosphere of panic began to spread through the crowd.
At this moment!
'King' Anriel, wearing a majestic red cloak, appeared at the edge of the battlefield, his expression ugly as he watched the scene before him.
"A minotaur?"
'King' Anriel's expression was one of shocked uncertainty. He had thought it was an attack from another tribe, but it turned out to be a minotaur from an outside race.
What in the world was going on?
What 'King' Anriel couldn't understand most was how the enemy had suddenly appeared in the hinterland of his tribe.
"Old Priest, I'll have to trouble you. It would be best to capture it alive."
'King' Anriel said with a grave expression, turning his head to a Lionman Priest beside him. The priest was covered in all sorts of runes, wore a rock ornament on his head, and had white patterns painted on his face.
"Yes, my King."
The Lionman Priest bowed respectfully and strode forward. By his third step, his normal walk had transformed into a leaping dance.
Clang, clang, clang!
Shalalala—
The ornaments on the Lionman Priest's body constantly collided, creating a dense, soft ringing. These sounds merged, forming a bizarre sound wave.
"Awooo— Awooo—"
The Lionman Priest opened his mouth and uttered a strange chant, pulling out a slender hand bone with his right hand—it looked like the bone of a Jackalman.
*Ancestral Spirit's Blessing*!
An invisible wave of magic power spread out.
Wherever it passed, the once-turbid or sickly green eyes of the Jackalmen gradually turned a frenzied, crimson red.
"Woooah!!"
"Woaah, woaah, woaah!"
Mindless roars crisscrossed through the air.
All the Jackalmen charged madly toward the Bronze Axe Minotaur.
In mid-air.
"A Shaman class?" Tang Zheng folded his arms across his chest, his gaze calm as he looked at the information appearing on his status panel.
'Blood Axe' Aog, the Jackalman assassin, the Lionman Priest, and of course, 'King' Anriel!
Four demi-humans who had stepped into the Heroic Realm. The information he'd gathered before only mentioned three. Had they been hiding one all this time?
Tang Zheng's gaze swept over the figures below, a flash of surprise in his eyes. A single tribe had four individuals in the Heroic Realm. It seemed he had underestimated these demi-humans.
(end of chapter)
It rushed swiftly toward 'King' Anriel's location, its objective clear.
"Stop him! His target is the King!" an angry, resounding roar came from the distant crowd.
Following this command.
Agile Jackalmen surrounded it, their powerful hind legs propelling them forward.
"Roar!"
The Bronze Axe Minotaur looked at the wall of Jackalmen before it, let out a roar, and with a flash, violently threw the bronze axe in its hand.
*Bronze Throw*!
Swish!
The bronze axe spun rapidly in mid-air, its sharp blade like a meat grinder. The Jackalmen in its path had no ability to even block it.
Geysers of blood blossomed into the air!
The bronze axe flew dozens of meters, carving a path of flesh and blood before circling in mid-air and flying back into the Bronze Axe Minotaur's hand.
"Hiss~"
The Flame-tongued Lizard flicked its fiery red tongue. Its four thick, short legs moved, its cumbersome body nimbly carrying the minotaur as it charged forward over the corpses.
With a single throw of the axe.
Fifty to sixty Jackalmen had died, instantly stunning everyone who had rushed over from all directions.
Such terrifying power was clearly beyond the expectations of all the Jackalmen and Lionmen present!
"A bunch of trash!"
An enraged roar echoed from the distant crowd. Several Jackalmen were sent flying as a red figure charged out ferociously. "Get the hell out of my way!"
This was a powerful Lionman, also wielding a great axe and clad in leather armor.
Because the Resselde Tribal Nation was relatively lacking in ores and artisans, armor requiring large amounts of metal was extremely rare.
"It's 'Blood Axe' Aog!" an excited voice called out.
The crowd, which had been stunned by the immense power displayed by the Bronze Axe Minotaur, once again showed expressions of anticipation.
"Which surrounding country are you from?!"
"How dare you attack the great Wal Tribe! Are you declaring war on us?!"
'Blood Axe' Aog roared as he ran, holding the axe in one hand. His red mane flew in the air, exuding an air of wild arrogance and dominance.
"Arrogant minotaur, I'll cut off your head and grind your skull into a toothpick!"
Bang!
The ground shook.
"Shattered Bone Heavy Slash!"
'Blood Axe' Aog stomped on the ground, his figure leaping high into the air. The crude great axe in his hand, carried by his powerful body, descended like a falling meteor in a ferocious strike.
The axe blade cut through the air, stirring up a shockwave!
The Bronze Axe Minotaur looked up, its bronze arm bulging slightly as it swung upwards to meet the blow.
Clang!
The blades of the two heavy weapons collided, and a piercing boom exploded in the air, creating a dazzling shower of sparks.
The shockwave surged.
"What immense strength."
'Blood Axe' Aog's face flushed red. His body was sent flying backward in mid-air, and after landing, he had to take four or five steps back before regaining his balance.
*Bronze Throw*!
The Bronze Axe Minotaur's cold face remained expressionless as it once again threw the bronze axe in its hand toward the enemy.
Boom!
A whistling sound tore through the air.
'Blood Axe' Aog hadn't even caught his breath. Seeing the approaching axe, his expression changed, and he hurriedly raised his own great axe to block.
With a "bang".
A ferocious force surged up his arms.
"Ah, ahh—"
'Blood Axe' Aog's eyes went wide as he screamed, sent flying once more.
Just as the Bronze Axe Minotaur threw its axe.
A figure hidden in the crowd shot out in an instant, like a hunter that had been lying in wait, and suddenly appeared behind the Bronze Axe Minotaur.
"Mobile Interception!"
This was a slender Jackalman, a full head taller than an ordinary Jackalman, moving like an assassin.
Clang!
The crisp sound of metal striking metal rang out.
The dagger in the Jackalman's hand struck the Bronze Axe Minotaur in the back, right over the heart, but it only penetrated about an inch before getting stuck.
The feedback was one of extreme hardness.
The Jackalman was stunned, seemingly surprised that his opponent's body was as hard as stone.
The Bronze Axe Minotaur is a monster with a relatively simple attack pattern. As its 'Bronze' prefix suggests, it possesses skin with the defensive power of metal. Among summoned creatures of the same level, it's considered a decent tank.
*Tail Strike*!
"Hiss—"
The Flame-tongued Lizard whipped its tail, sending the Jackalman assassin flying.
In just a few moments, two of the Wal Tribe's strongmen had been easily defeated. An atmosphere of panic began to spread through the crowd.
At this moment!
'King' Anriel, wearing a majestic red cloak, appeared at the edge of the battlefield, his expression ugly as he watched the scene before him.
"A minotaur?"
'King' Anriel's expression was one of shocked uncertainty. He had thought it was an attack from another tribe, but it turned out to be a minotaur from an outside race.
What in the world was going on?
What 'King' Anriel couldn't understand most was how the enemy had suddenly appeared in the hinterland of his tribe.
"Old Priest, I'll have to trouble you. It would be best to capture it alive."
'King' Anriel said with a grave expression, turning his head to a Lionman Priest beside him. The priest was covered in all sorts of runes, wore a rock ornament on his head, and had white patterns painted on his face.
"Yes, my King."
The Lionman Priest bowed respectfully and strode forward. By his third step, his normal walk had transformed into a leaping dance.
Clang, clang, clang!
Shalalala—
The ornaments on the Lionman Priest's body constantly collided, creating a dense, soft ringing. These sounds merged, forming a bizarre sound wave.
"Awooo— Awooo—"
The Lionman Priest opened his mouth and uttered a strange chant, pulling out a slender hand bone with his right hand—it looked like the bone of a Jackalman.
*Ancestral Spirit's Blessing*!
An invisible wave of magic power spread out.
Wherever it passed, the once-turbid or sickly green eyes of the Jackalmen gradually turned a frenzied, crimson red.
"Woooah!!"
"Woaah, woaah, woaah!"
Mindless roars crisscrossed through the air.
All the Jackalmen charged madly toward the Bronze Axe Minotaur.
In mid-air.
"A Shaman class?" Tang Zheng folded his arms across his chest, his gaze calm as he looked at the information appearing on his status panel.
'Blood Axe' Aog, the Jackalman assassin, the Lionman Priest, and of course, 'King' Anriel!
Four demi-humans who had stepped into the Heroic Realm. The information he'd gathered before only mentioned three. Had they been hiding one all this time?
Tang Zheng's gaze swept over the figures below, a flash of surprise in his eyes. A single tribe had four individuals in the Heroic Realm. It seemed he had underestimated these demi-humans.
(end of chapter)
