The Last Primal

Back on the long, empty main streets of Ugburg.

The strange rain that suddenly emerged as if answering the dreary, damp atmosphere of its residents was growing heavier and the wind gusted with even more intensity as time passed on.

In that storm, the sounds of hooves could be heard from far away, intensifying in volume and clarity!

Gradually the hooves sounded like thunder. Even the storm could not cover up the surging killing intent coming from the far end of the long street!

In the distance, the blurry silhouette of three figures appeared amidst the misty rain approaching from far afar. They were the 3 remaining archbishops after the betrayal of their fourth brethren. The one that Aiden was still 'wearing'.

The mighty, ferocious beasts that all three of them rode on let out heavy panting sounds. With bloodshot eyes, they gave off a feral aura as they glared at the street corner keenly.

Behind the three of them was a large army of mounted riders, coming with ferocity!

At a glance, it looked as if there was no end to their swarm! As if instead of some dozens, they were already in the thousands!

A thousand fierce, and ferocious zealots and war priests… This was a force not to be underestimated, even in the entire underground realm of this barren world, let alone in Ugburg City!

In reality, the other top factions were just as powerful if not even stronger than this present force. Though their current expeditionary force may not be able to contend with the size of such an army, their main forces were much stronger than them.

However, despite that none would have wanted to bring such trouble upon itself. Not when the Ancient Burial Grounds would soon be opened. They needed their force prime and rested, ready to face the dangers as well as each other.

As such, whilst none of them really accepted the rule of the High Priest and the church, no one was willing to provoke them either, lest their strength was weakened for the contention of the upcoming inevitable battle royale later on.action

At the street corner, Aiden was long drenched. His grey hood provided him with an even more miserable outward appearance since he looked absolutely wretched.

He watched silently, with a neutral expression on his face that the tide of darkness slowly, steadily marched closer to him.

The three archbishops riding at the helm were closing in and Aiden could even sense the stench coming forth from the mouths of their three especially fearsome-looking Carnosaurs.

Yet, Aiden did not move an inch, he remained standing impassively in the middle of the road, being the lone obstruction to their path.

Suddenly, when the three Archbishops entered the vicinity of around a hundred feet, Aiden opened his eyes and a gigantic, dark blade suddenly appeared in his hands out of nowhere. A fearsome ebony blade, that radiated a power and pressure that none had ever experienced before!

Aiden bent his knees slightly and grabbed the dragonhead-shaped hilt of the blade with both of his hands.

In the next instant, he suddenly bolted, his figure blurred and vanished from sight only to draw a greyish-black trail as it charged forth with reckless abandon.

A faint, colorless light lit up around Aiden's hand as he lifted the blade raising it ever so slightly sideways to his head, getting ready for an attack.

As the mysterious stranger they have been hearing about suddenly vanished, Elder Lian suddenly felt a sense of uneasiness.

The next moment, a cold flash appeared before him, almost closing in!

The speed of the dark blade was too fast for any ordinary warrior. Even the elites of the Temple Guards would find themselves hard to resist before such a sudden ambush!

However, Elder Lian was nowhere near 'average', or just an elite. He was one of the strongest powers present within their race. He was an archbishop. His reaction was much faster than ordinary Temple Guards thanks to the many blessings, and boons he was gifted during his long years of service.

In a flash, he slanted his head sideways.

In the next instant, a cold, dark beam brushed by his cheek, cutting a blood wound – it was a close shave!

He had done it! He had managed to dodge it!

However, before Elder Lian could relax, his eyelids suddenly twitched as he saw something impossible in the corner of his eyes - the dark beam suddenly altered its course and changed trajectory! It aimed at his glabella!

This second, sudden shifted attack was now too close for him to even properly register, he had no chance to react at all!

Strike!

Elder Lian's senses were screaming at him at that moment. He felt his life playing out before his eyes.

He was extremely lucky to be able to dodge the first attack.

However, there was nothing he could do to evade the second one.

Clang!

The second elder, Elder Zhorl who was riding beside Elder Lian was the first to react. In an instant, a long saber appeared in his hand, whilst his arm was already midway in his arch. Dark blue energy, his mana surged swirling around in a visible manner around his arm as it came to the rescue at rapid speeds!

With a holler and furious killing intent, Elder Zhorl swung a reverse slash onto the incoming attack.

The two blades rang loudly, and the cold light dissipated in the next instant, thwarting the power behind the sudden second attack.

Aiden's expression finally changed for the first time, showing a slight frown under the weather-beaten hood.

Whilst his attack seemed simplistic, and rather easy for the untrained eye to follow, in reality, there were countless mysteries etched within. It was extremely difficult if one wanted to block it.

It was not just a test of one's eyesight and reaction speed, but also their accuracy as well as the timing of striking with the saber. It required such precision, such skills that normally shouldn't be possible to anybody. It should have been beyond what creatures devoid of any divine essence should be capable of.

Given Aiden's current powers, his strength, and the fact that he was wielding his iconic blade, Rygintarth, that strike was extremely powerful and even the elite captains of the Temple Guards would not be able to deal with it!

However, for this Elder Zhorl, a supposed archbishop of the church was able to take it on with ease and come out of the attack completely fine, unscathed!

At that point, Aiden understood the reason why the church was truly considered a terrifying force, why with all the discord, and dissonance he had experienced, none dared to stand up against them.

They were simply monsters…

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