The Last Primal

"[Reptilian] HOW DARE YOU?! DIE YOU MONGREL!"

Elder Loran was the first to arrive as he wielded a massive copper spear with a face on its tip and shone with a bright colorless light in his hands. It looked like a sacred, holy weapon, used to purge hordes of demonic taint and not just a single individual. With a hideous, angry look on his face, the old man swung his huge weapon towards Aiden!

The copper spear was so powerful that rain could not even fall through its arc of attack!

Faint, colorless light shone on the surface of Elder Loran's body, engulfing his robes, and his entire being after a few short seconds.

He looked like a divine being, a figure that has transcended its mortal coils and has become an entity of pure mana.

The elderly uncle sighed as he looked at this scene. "[Reptilian] That boy sure is unlucky. Those Archbishops are in an entirely different class altogether. I didn't know that Elder Loran have advanced his power to such a degree… He is probably closer to the High Priest than we have thought."

Standing behind Tai Liu was a younger looking skink with a haughty, arrogant expression. He crossed his arms and sneered disdainfully. "[Reptilian] You are both placing that nobody to a high pedestal. He is nobody compared to the Archbishop! I bet he can't even last 10 breaths, much less carve out a victory!"

"I wouldn't be so sure of it." Tai Liu frowned. He sighed ignoring the ignorant fool standing along with them and turned his attention back on the situation at the long street.

*Clang!*

The very moment Elder Loran struck, Aiden planted his feet firmly on the ground and raised his dark, ebony saber before himself.

The copper spear wasn't your average weapon, it was considered a special artifact of the church. While it wasn't as mobile, and easy to handle as most others, its advantage was in its indomitable might.

Furthermore, the features on its face were extremely life-like, resembling an enraged predator, a Wild Carnosaur with formidable might that rattled one's heart.

During a fight, warriors will tend to meet one another's gaze every now and then. As long as they were slightly distracted and lost focus in their strength, they would practically be smashed to a pulp, without even a corpse left!

Aiden was focused, his expression stern, he was churning his inner energy, his [Soul Power] using his full might, keeping his senses at their peak ever since he struck the first time.

He didn't need to only survive this ordeal. No. He needed to WIN, he needed to dominate and possibly destroy this group of powerhouses to send a firm message not just to the High Priest, but to everyone present.

But right now, Elder Lorann had rushed over. This was the time when Aiden had just exhausted his strength and had yet to recover – all he could do was raise Rygintarth, the dark blade to defend it in front of himself passively.

*Clang!*

An ear-piercing sound of metal clashing echoed when the copper spear collided against Aiden's blade.

Aiden's body trembled and he staggered several steps back. Whilst his expression remained impassive, he was inwardly shocked at such a display of power coming from this elderly draconic skink! Was this his own power, or the effects of being under the control of that so-called 'Ancient One'?

Right after, Elder Zhorl did not give Aiden any breathing room and charged over on the wild beast that he was riding on. He slashed his saber horizontally, aimed at the mysterious stranger's throat. If possible he wouldn't have minded if he could separate that annoying, disrespectful head from his useless body in one fell swoop.

*Clang!*

Yet again the sound of metal hitting metal rang throughout the strange thunderstorm.

Once again, Aiden's body shook as though he was struck by an irresistible force. His body retreated and his feet dug through the ground, opening up two ravines that were filled with rainwater instantly.

"The difference in strength is too great. He's not a match for them at all."

"That's right. That person is going to die instantly under the might of the High Priest's execution force!"

"He is already at his limit just facing the two of them, much less the entire army!"

"I reckon that his internal organs are probably already ruptured after receiving those huge blows from the two archbishops! He is probably standing on his last legs, and just putting on a strong front for all the spectators!"

Both sides had only exchanged a few blows but it was enough to give many hints about the situation.

From the outside, the situation didn't look too favorable for the strange, mysterious stranger. Some may have felt glee to see him finally struggle for once, whilst others, whom he had already touched with his actions, have felt bad for the man. They perhaps even wished to step up and help him, only to struggle to actually act on it. Instead, they kept in their seats and hoped for a miracle to happen. For their newfound hero, unknown and unnamed he may be to somehow find a way to survive, to show them that there truly was another path forward.

No matter how hard it may be, they just needed a pioneer to show the way.

Still, there was one thing that all of those watching failed to understand. Whilst it may have seemed that Aiden was at a huge disadvantage and his defeat was already a done deal… the situation was vastly different if one would have looked a bit deeper below the surface.

In reality, it was only because his energy had run out due to the consecutive dozen strikes he was looking so disheveled. His enemies had merely seized the opportunity while he was weak to strike, creating that false appearance of an advantage.

In fact, the moment he received the second attack from Elder Zhorl, Aiden's primordial killing intent had already surged. He did not want to unleash hell right away, but he could barely hold back any longer. He almost could not contain all the shackled divine powers in his body and wanted to retaliate by bursting forth with his full power to crush these ants to dust!

Yet, he did not do so. He did not want to reveal any of these secrets, and wanted to purely focus on his Draconic Skink form as he kept battling on. Only this way could he truly prove his point and affect the masses. Only this way could he fight against the decades-long oppression and pierce through this thick canopy of clouds that weighed over this poor, misbegotten and maltreated race.

Only this way could he truly free their enslaved minds.

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