The Last Primal

Before long, once more, Elder Loran and Elder Zhorl were the only ones left in front of Aiden.

The appearance of Madam Dara and Aiden's captains had successfully lifted Aiden's burden by attracting the remaining members of the Church Subjugation Force!

At this point, a change had finally happened in the situation where the church forces were firmly supposed to win. The outcome of this battle was starting to turn… obscure, uncertain, undecided.

Or rather, even if the temple forces would have won, it would be an utterly tragic and humiliating victory and they would lose the strength to contend for the Ancient Burial Site exploration with the other similarly powerful factions of the other tribes!

Elder Zhorl stood on the long street and looked at Aiden who was filled with blood with a deep hint of shock in his aged eyes.

He truly could not imagine how this person was able to hold out to now with so many visible injuries. If he was in that situation, he might have died long ago. No, it wouldn't be a question, he could not hold out for so long, much less keep the ferocity of his attacks!

"[Reptilian] Young Man! I don't know who you are, but you are at the end of the road now. You have countless wounds on your body and you'll die just by bleeding alone! Stop this pointless struggling!" Elder Loran's voice reverberated through the street. His voice was cold as he glared at the hooded stranger, Aiden with keen eyes.

As soon as Aiden revealed an opening, he would strike and land a fatal blow! He would then end this farce, and finally, close this shameful and humiliating chapter of their church. Still, even now, he knew that regardless of the outcome, he would be forced to accept punishment from the High Priest…

However, contrary to his wishes and expectations he was bound to be disappointed.

Aiden's expression was calm as usual and there were no signs of fatigue on that elegant face of his. It was merely slightly paler than before.

The fighting intent in his eyes intensified and burned, even shimmering with a glint of excitement!

Elder Loran felt a little nervous instead.

"[Reptilian] The church's reign of oppression and terror over the innocent, the weak, and those that are declared as 'filthy' by their bogus standards… shall be stripped of their title as the lords of Ugburg from today!" Aiden smiled with fervent killing intent.

*Clang!* *Clang!*

Aiden's ebony blade, Rygintarth rang loudly as the sounds of metal clashing echoed all over the place. The fearsome artifact weapon sailed across the gloomy afternoon without stopping in its trail.

Roaring into the skies, Aiden strode forward and swung the massive sword, enveloping Elder Zhorl and Elder Loran in his arc. With a torrential aura, there was no way he resembled someone that was injured!

*Clang!* *Clang!*

Rygintarth collided with the copper spear and Elder Loran's saber as sparks flew while a deafening screech resounded. It was clear despite the rumbling thunder.

Both elders shuddered and stumbled back half a step. This was the first time the two of them were forced back since the start of the battle!

"[Reptilian] Again!" Aiden burst into laughter and strode forward. With a bang, a gigantic ravine formed on the ground as the stone slabs on both sides were knocked up. Each of his attacks was carrying more and more power, going against all common understanding. The hooded figure seemed more and more energized and ready for battle as time passed instead of growing tired!

Making an arc in midair, the dark beam of Rygintarth intensified and descended upon the two of their heads.

With nowhere to run, Elder Zhorl and Elder Loran could only face it head-on again!

*Thud!* *Thud!* *Thud!*

The two of them retreated once more with pale expressions.

Finally, a layer of fear emerged and shrouded Elder Zhorl and Elder Loran's already dark hearts.

The commotion caused by the battle was too great.

The number of spectators gathered increased and the major factions of the city of Ugburg were alerted as well. Successors of all the major factions have arrived, watching the tragic battlefield on the long street with slight expressions.

On the east side of Ugburg.

A luxuriously-robed man stood in front of a mansion. Hands behind his back, he looked into the skies with a narrowed gaze – his eyes were clear, resembling glass.

"[Reptilian] Elder Brother! Senior Brother!"

A young man sped over in the rain. Arriving in front of the luxuriously-robed man, he greeted him with cupped fists and bowed down respectfully. "[Reptilian] Elder Brother! The Church's Extermination Force has arrived and there is a massive battle on the long street… however, shockingly the victory is undecided for now!"

The luxuriously-robed man was distracted and his eyes were dazed, as though he had heard nothing.

"[Reptilian] Hmm? What did you say?"

A moment later, his expression changed as he turned slowly, frowning toward the bowed young man. "[Reptilian] Did you say… undecided?"

"[Reptilian] Yes." The young man nodded. "[Reptilian] One of the archbishops has already died. He was… hacked to death by that hooded young man right away. That person has a strange, unique weapon in his possession and is extremely strong in melee combat.

"[Reptilian] Later on four people arrived and helped that man on the battlefield. Until now, the outcome is unclear. The hooded figure is currently in a battle with the two remaining archbishops, Elder Loran and Elder Zhorl. It is hard to tell who is stronger, they seem… equal in power."

"[Reptilian] Five of them managed to survive the mass attacks of thousand-odd highly trained elite fighters up till now?"

"[Reptilian] Adding to it all, one man, one young stranger is holding his ground against not one, but two of the church's fiercest weapons… two archbishops?… How interesting!"

The luxuriously-robed man lowered his head and gazed at his long, slender fingers while murmuring.

A moment later, his eyes shimmered as though he made up his mind about something, saying suddenly. "[Reptilian] Gather some men and accompany me to take a look."

"[Reptilian] Understood!"

At the same time, in a lavish-looking mansion on the west side of the city.

A dark-robed, fierce-looking man strode over briskly and knelt down in front of a dark-robed cultivator, reporting with a lowered head. "[Reptilian] Dark Lord… the church forces have suffered massive casualties in the battle on the long street. That unknown man have not died as of yet and the battle is still raging on with the outcome currently unknown!"

"[Reptilian] Hmm?"

Suddenly, the black-robed cultivator opened his eyes with a momentary malevolent aura bursting from him as he asked with a narrowed gaze. "[Reptilian] He managed to hold out till now?"

After pondering for a moment, he stood up and gripped the bone spear in front of him before remarking coldly. "[Reptilian] Gather up, we are taking a look."

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