Chapter 91 - Chapter 91 Part 2

Chapter 91 Part 2

That blood-red sunset.

It resembles a blood-stained human head.

The splattered blood stained the crimson sunset clouds.

Dusk resembles a headless corpse.

Gradually fell down.

The battle raged across the wilderness of Canaan.

This was the first time in Canaan's history that blood and fire had been shed in battle.

Everyone was in a bloodthirsty frenzy.

They may be fighting to defend their homes, or they may be fighting for God!

This group of Canaanites, after being tempered by fire, were once again tempered by blood.

Their spirits were purified in the fire, and their hearts found peace in the blood.

The fear, confusion, and even hesitation that followed the punishment...

They all transformed into the purest form of conviction on the blade!

Although the Canaanites were no longer superior in weaponry and skill, they far surpassed the bandits in numbers and their fearless, bloodthirsty spirit; even their almost fanatical fighting...

It almost instilled fear in these robbers...

One slash severed the village warrior's sword-wielding hand, and the other hand clenched into a fist and lunged at him; severing both their hands, they kicked and headbutted; cutting off their limbs, they writh on the ground, trying to bite them…

With this fearless spirit, even though they were farmers and hunters before they raised their knives, once they picked up their knives, they became the most fanatical warriors, fighting these bandits and thugs without being at a disadvantage!

This also provided a favorable environment for Isaac's duel with the giant axe-wielding man.

That burly man with the giant axe possessed the skill level of a Golden Warrior...

During the battle, Ling Yiche found it extremely difficult. He could only rely on his agile figure to dodge constantly. Sometimes, when he couldn't avoid the attacks, he had to throw out his cloak and use the indestructible cloak to block the giant axe's slashes.

These warriors, each possessing the Golden Medal, are not to be underestimated; they all have their own unique strengths.

The man wielding the giant axe before them possessed immense strength; he was a mighty warrior with terrifying, monstrous power.

That giant axe that no ordinary person could lift.

In his hands, it was as light as a child's toy…

And Isaac's bronze sword delivered a full-force blow.

They couldn't budge the giant axe-wielding man even an inch...

It was easily blocked by the giant axe.

Instead, the giant axe's swift and ferocious attacks were completely beyond Isaac's ability to defend himself...

His sword barely touched the giant axe before it was almost knocked out of his hand.

Isaac had no choice but to dodge and weave to avoid each blow.

"Too weak!"

"How can someone like you be called the son of a hero?!"

"I will use your blood and head..."

"As a sacrifice to my father!"

The man with the giant axe gripped it, his muscles taut, the veins bulging on his arm like writhing black snakes...

Isaac sensed that the man was about to lose his temper and grabbed his cloak in advance.

The next moment————

A giant axe, accompanied by a howling wind, appeared on Isaac's forehead!

Isaac lifted his cloak, barely managing to block the attack, but before he could make his next move, his cloak was suddenly grabbed!

"I already know your tricks!"

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One is looking for a mouse under the wind!

As Hei surrendered, he felt an immense force that caused him to lose weight and take off.

He was grabbed by the giant axe-wielding man and slammed towards the ground, then thrown far away.

The heavy questioning landed on the ground, raising dust.

Intense pain shot through Yiche's body; he felt as if several of his ribs were definitely broken.

But he is not Yara.

Unable to transform this pain into strength.

But he possesses half of the authority that came from his mother [the meaning of the purple robe].

He felt an itch in his lungs.

Beneath the surface, the flesh and blood gradually began to wriggle, and the bones slowly healed…

As the giant man drew closer.

He stood up again, blood seeping from the corner of his mouth...

The man with the giant axe was slightly surprised, but didn't pay much attention to it.

He looked at Isaac with an arrogant air and said:

Too weak..."

"I still consider you an enemy..."

Perhaps Perseus, and that damned usurper Dicttis.

"That's the one I should be taking revenge on!"

As he spoke, he wielded his massive halberd, and a wandering sword swept across...

This was too fast, especially considering that Yi Che hadn't fully recovered from his injuries.

He had no time to dodge and was struck in the chest by the giant axe.

He passed out on the spot.

The man pulled out his axe.

Isaac fell to the ground.

The setting sun gradually dimmed before his eyes…

Those around saw that Isaac had actually fallen.

Suddenly, panic began to rise within me, and my resolve started to waver…

"Why Isaac is dead!"

And just then.

An aged, deep voice came from the side—

"Isaac is not dead."

"He has the protection of God."

"How could he die so easily?"

The Canaanites, who were initially in a panic, saw the source of the sound.

Feeling reassured, he continued to fight fiercely.

The man with the giant axe was also taken aback when he heard this.

When he turned around to look at the source of the sound, he froze—

I saw.

An old man covered in blood, wielding two swords.

It came from that mountain of corpses and sea of ​​blood...

That bandit gang consisted of dozens of high-ranking warriors...

They had all died by his sword.

The man with the giant axe stood frozen in place, looking at the old man in disbelief, and said:

"A total of thirteen White Wolf Warriors and twenty Green Run Warriors..."

"You actually couldn't stop me!"

"Eighteen years..."

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"Aren't you old yet?!"

The old man in blood.

One hand gripped a blood-stained, crimson sword, the other a black, purplish-red one. He raised his eyes. His aged, cloudy eyes, like those of an old wolf, stared at the man with the giant axe, searching for something in his memory.

Then he remembered:

"I seem to have seen you

"Your father was a nobleman from Argos?"

Upon hearing this, the man with the giant axe unleashed a savage aura, roaring:

"My name is Haydn"

"Those traitors, Arah and Dicttis, killed my father…"

"As a child, I followed my family to Sparta."

"Tyr, the legendary warrior who vanquished the Nemean Lion!"

"Just remember!"

"Now I have returned..."

"It's for revenge!!"

"It's to kill you all!"

As he spoke, he suddenly leaped high into the air, his massive body blocking out the sunlight, his giant axe raised high in his hand...

He swung the sword down fiercely at old Tyr!

This immense force is unstoppable; even giant rocks will be shattered!

Not to mention the elderly Tyr.

An aging swordsman never wins by strength or agility, but by experience.

Those sixty-plus years of honing swordsmanship.

He had long since made the sword his, and he had become the sword.

He took a step forward, and gently deflected the axe with his sword.

The axe seemed to lose its balance.

The entire force was misaligned.

He almost hit himself with an axe...

Hayden barely managed to steady himself, and as he turned, the deadly sword was aimed straight at his throat.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and blocked the attack with his axe.

However, this attack was a feint.

The other sword was already aimed straight at his vital points!

Haydn was startled and had no choice but to drop the axe and grasp the sword in his hand, blood blooming on his hand...

He barely managed to withstand the sword aimed straight at his throat.

But it's a mix of truth and falsehood, reality and illusion.

The moment he threw away the axe.

Old Tyr's sword strike was originally a feint.

It struck again, more deadly and more vicious!

Hayden had no choice but to roll over and dodge.

They maneuvered and retreated at the same time.

His face flushed slightly; he was a soldier in his early twenties, in the prime of his youth...

He was actually chased and attacked by a seventy-year-old man!

This is an utter disgrace!

In rage.

Hayden rolled over and spread his body.

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Avoid Old Tyr's incessant, venomous, deadly, and dangerous entanglement.

He knew that things couldn't continue like this.

He is no match for this legendary warrior who conquered the Nemean Lion; he will die by his sword sooner or later!

Seeing that the situation is not good

He gritted his teeth.

He took out a bottle of medicine from his pocket.

Crush the bottle and swallow the liquid inside in one gulp…

The next moment.

A terrifying and dangerous aura emanated from it.

The sensation spread throughout Haydn's body...

Seeing this, Tyr hesitated and distanced himself.

But Hayden moved in the next instant, charging forward like a bull!

Old Tyr parried with his iron sword!

But Hayden punched the iron sword away, bending it in the process…

Old Tyr pulled away again.

His gaze was serious, and he couldn't help but ask:

"What's this?"

Hayden's eyes were bloodshot.

His muscles exploded, squeezing the bronze armor until it cracked.

His explosively naked upper body was exposed in the setting sun.

He laughed wildly:

"Outdated old codger!"

"This is Sparta's war potion!"

"It will grant people power beyond their limits, though with severe backlash."

"But as long as I get my revenge... I'm capable of anything!"

He moved with lightning speed, picked up the giant axe from the ground, and wielded it with fierce power in the wind.

With immense force, it swiftly slashed towards Old Tyr.

His speed had far surpassed his previous speed, and old Tyr could only barely raise his black sword to defend himself...

But that force caused Old Tyr to feel numbness in his hands.

They stumbled back several steps before finally regaining their footing...

Blood gushed from his mouth.

And when Haydn's furious giant axe struck old Tyr once more!

Old Tyr had nowhere left to hide.

And at the same time——————

Isaac, whose heart meridian had been severed, suddenly opened his eyes as if waking from a dream!

And those golden pupils emitted a light invisible to mortals.

And faintly, the light converged to form a strange pattern.

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