The Last Primal

Aiden's figure flashed across the battlefield as he weaved between the concentrated attacks, dodging the strikes of the two remaining archbishops, Elder Zhorl and Elder Loran. A streak of greyish smear barged right into the thick crowd of the attacking zealots. He wielded the dark ebony blade of Rygintarth and cleaved around him without mercy.

*Swoosh!* *Slash!*

Aiden's attacks were simplistic to the outside view. Each attack was a single long slash, a wide arched strike, its path clearly defined. Yet, despite his attacks' primordial, wild, and unfettered nature they carried deep profound mysteries within them. His strength was unparalleled, he had a deep understanding of his own blade. Coupled with the incredible sharpness and the heavy weight of the ebony blade, he overwhelmed every single location he was at!

The bodies of those priests and zealots could not withstand the blood beam of his large sword – anyone that the thirsty Rygintarth touched was sliced in two halves with fresh blood pouring everywhere.

Even if there were those lucky few who could barely, withstand the might of the dark blade thanks to their own armaments, they were sent flying by the tremendous force transmitted by the sharp blade and their organs were ruptured before they even landed!

*Clang!* *Clang!*

Swinging his fierce blade, Aiden clashed against the two archbishops, Elder Zhorl and Elder Loran head-on once more.

This time around, Aiden did not budge a single step. Faint golden threads of energy coated his entire being as he howled and dashed forward, slashing twice in rapid succession.

*Clang!* *Clang!*

Elder Zhorl and Elder Loran both activated their inner reserves at the same time. Their mana churned rapidly inside their bodies, formulating a faint blueish-azure layer of light around their silhouettes as they resisted Aiden's attacks. Their expressions did not change and the killing intent in their eyes merely intensified.

Swoosh!

An evil gust of wind blew.

The last standing beast, the black-skinned Carnosaur that has just lost its master took advantage of the short window of opportunity, the moment when the raggedy robed stranger was busy fighting the two elder archbishops and lunged forward. His sharp black claws ripping across the air aimed at Aiden's back, ready to silently tear into that hateful flesh of his.

If the attack connected, Aiden's heart could be ripped out!

Without even turning back, Aiden whipped backward. His arm which was hard as a rock earlier on suddenly turned limp and flexible, like an elephant's trunk. With a swoosh, it struck the dark-skinned carnosaur on the head.

Crack! Crack! Crack!

In front of everyone, the dark-skinned carnosaur's head spun a few rounds around its neck before coming to a stop – its neck was snapped completely and it died on the spot!

Seizing the opportunity, the second beast has arrived and without giving a chance of respite, bit towards Aiden's seemingly unprotected neck.

Aiden seemed like he had nowhere to run when all of a sudden, a gigantic pair of golden scaled bat-like wings extended behind his back, tearing through the fabric of his robe, shining with a bedazzling ethereal light.

A pair of large, majestic golden draconic wings flapped behind Aiden's back. He rose into the air without anything beneath his feet in the next moment. At that moment just as the second beast was about to carve into his flesh, he had finally shed all pretenses, he could no longer hold back, lest he would suffer a crushing defeat.

Yet, he was still a step too slow. He could rise up quick enough to completely evade the fierce attack.

Aiden's leg was scratched by the wild beast's claws and a few cuts appeared on his tattered robes with traces of blood vaguely shown beneath.

He was injured!

Less than a few minutes of time had passed and Aiden was already injured.

Furthermore, Aiden's situation would only turn more dangerous the longer things dragged on!

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Yet, despite his injury, the onlookers were shocked beyond belief once more. Though the gashing would look nasty, and the crimson drops of blood were nothing to scoff at, if anyone else would have been in the strange figure's place not just a single scratch, but their entire legs would have been ripped off from their sockets entirely!

However, the stranger was anything but normal. The moment his majestic wings emerged from his back, his figure seemed to have grown tremendously. The previously baggy, large, oversized robe have been filled up, their figure almost doubled in all aspects of his size, be it height, width or even depth.

At that singular moment, Aiden had shed his Draconic Skink form, and activated his [Draconic Heritage] innate ability, transforming into his humanoid dragon battle form in an instant. At the same time his physique were boosted by a huge degree, gaining a tremendous defensive capabilities. At the moment the maddened carnosaur's claws dug in, it was met with great resistance and it merely left behind a couple of wounds that were neither negligible nor fatal.

The muscles on Aiden's legs shifted and patched both sides of the wounds, stopping the blood flow immediately!

The strength of his true battle form was not merely in terms of raw power; his regeneration capabilities that even ancient remnant beasts would covet was what made Aiden so strong in sustained fights!

Smacking his lips, Aiden's eyes had no trace of fear and were instead shining with fervor!

The draconic wings flapped and Aiden's speed was at a maximum. Turning into a streak of light, he shot into the crowd and waved his dark blade, Rygintarth, causing blood to spray all over the place!

*Clang!* *Clang!*

In a single instant, countless weapons were shattered into pieces.

Many figures fell onto the long street one after another, coughing out mouthful of blood with not much longer to live.

Swoosh!

Elder Loran wielded his copper spear and descended from the skies, crushing towards Aiden's head with an evil gust of wind.

Shadows of swords were still around, flickering coldly – Aiden had not much room to dodge at all.

He could only rely on his heightened reflexes and mastery over his artifact blade to guard his surroundings. Taking a deep breath of air, Aiden turned around sharply and slashed upwards!

Clang!

The sound of metal clanging echoed deafeningly.

Even the many zealots in the surroundings felt their ears hurt from the sound, let alone Aiden who was in the center of everything.

Aiden's body shuddered and the stone slab beneath his feet shattered. Both his legs sank into the ground and he seemed much shorter all of a sudden.

This time round, it was clear that Aiden was severely disadvantaged.

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