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FLASH!
The little mass of bd golden steel resembling a slime with red eyes and with small fragments of the divi spirit inside of it was quickly teleported inside of Bing Xue’s Inner Realm.
It ended up falling over a pile of red and green-colored crystals, looking around in fusion. It was still in pain; its very existence ainful. It was once a prideful and mighty divi spirit that protected the lion and tiger tribes.
Yet they were betrayed by Leos, and with the power of the barbarian god, they were sealed and then butchered while still alive, creating a sword out of their body parts.
“Grryyyggh… Grruuguguh… Guh?”
It suddenly started sniffing the crystals it was standing on, exuding a strong and rge amount of divinity crystallized inside. One of Bing Xue’s doppelgahen appeared right by its side.
“Eat up! These are the crystals made out of the body of an avatar of the god that did this to you,” she smiled. “They’re diamonds, though; I wonder if you eat them properly- Oh.”
ch, ch, ch!
The little beast immediately started eating the diamonds oer another, with enough biting force to reduce them into dust and swallow them, rapidly gaining a stronger divine aura.
“Good, keep eating; you’re doing a great job, dear.”
As she walked away, the rge Spirit Tree o her tinued exuding its Spiritual Aura. With her Will, the tree’s roots spread out, surrounding the huge pile of diamonds and the little beast eating it.
The roots were shaped into an enormous wooden formation, with its specifies and cores slowly emanating a rger amount of spiritual energy.
“The st ingredient...”
She sprinkled small soul fragments from Infernos, whom Peperina had just fought; the demons had left behind some of his soul pieces for her to eat.
But she decided to instead feed them to the creature, and the formation started glowing brightly, emanating a bright aura of spiritual divine power.
FLAAASH!
And then the creature, as it tinued eating, and the spiritual energies infused into it, plus all the leftover divinity from the barbarian god, started to biogether, creating something new.
A process that could take months only took minutes inside her Inner Realm as she accelerated the time i.
A co of sorts was already being formed, glistening with crimson and golden brilliance, and something inside was being created, reborn.
BA DUM!
BA DUM!
BA DUM!
The sound of its heartbeat reverberated across her Inner Realm, metal, flesh, crystals, and spiritual energies came together, further fueled by the barbarian god’s divine fragments.
“Rise, little beast; your revenge is soon to e.”
Bing Xue walked around the co as it slowly started to gain small cracks, spreading around stantly over many days.
“Take back the world he stole from you.”
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Mursha g the battlefield, her eyes widening as she saw two of the mighty Generals already having fallen in just half an hour sihe War Games began. She felt relieved, though, by just how strong her entire army was, especially Bing Xue’s closest aides.
Leos had revealed his mighty armored form and his sword powers, yet he was defeated by the two wolf women that procimed themselves as Bing Xue’s mates, carrying her child in their wombs, managing to avehe old beast tribes the a king had betrayed and given away to the barbarian god cult.
Infernos was killed mercilessly by the unassuming and small half-rabbitkin she had seen and barely ied with, who showcased tremendous power that the orc warrioress had hought she could have.
“They’re really strong people.” Mursha smiled. “I also have to do my own job; I ’t let them take ohing... Especially when this is personal.”
She swung her bde, sshing apart at her foes. She knew most of these fighters and khey had points to spare, sshing their heads off anyway. Those that were newbies or weak had already bee with in the first minutes of the War Games, and now the only remaining fighters were the stro out there.
“There she is!”
“Mursha, fight me!”
“The st member of the Bloodfang Tribe!”
“I’ll have your head today, dear!”
Several orcs, thralls, a-kins rushed towards her, wielding all sorts of ons and utilizing all kinds of on arts and magic spells against her. Explosions of fmes bombarded her; giant icicle spears attempted to impale her entire body; and mighty winds rushed, trying to push her back.
Yet Mursha was not defenseless against magic; she swung her axe, imbued with her blood and mana, for many years; it had grown into a special on, a Cursed Spiritual-type on imbued with her owions of hatred and her blood and those of the foes she had sin.
One of the abilities it awakened o fully evolved was the power to break through magic itself.
“{Magic Eater}!”
She swung her axe down several times, breaking through the magic spells and making them explode and disappear with each blow. Her axe was growing stronger as its aura of mana increased with each mana spell destroyed.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
“Who wao face me again?!”
Mursha smiled defiantly and menagly as her foes trembled in horror. Her axe moved down, hag their bodies into pieces mercilessly and spttering their bodies over the grassnds, painting them red.
“W-Wait a sed!”
CRASH!
“M-Mercy!”
CRASH!
“Mursha, wait! Don’t be rough- Ugyaagh!”
CRASH!
She mercilessly took their lives, like they had mercilessly taken the lives of many others. She mostly did not care either way, as the bastards would revive ter on. Well, perhaps not, as she noticed a lot of demoing their souls right afterwards.
More and more warriors kept attag her, with on arts ing from left and right. Pierg spear blows, sshing sword attacks, hag axe blows, and crushing hammer strikes. Yet Mursha rapidly evaded and intercepted the blows, easily parrying them and beheading her foes oer another.
Her axe mercilessly tore through flesh, her body covered in the blood of her foes. As she roared like a warrior, her runes activated, making her grow stronger.
The Bloodfang Tribe Runes not only activated from the user’s own blood but also when they bathed in the blood of many foes, strengthening them.
She kept moving forward, leading a group of cavemen behio raid the Thralls Fa.
Suddenly…
FLASH!
“Wha…?!”
CLASH!
A giant shadow hand emerged behind her and then swung a massive swainst her. Mursha’s senses fred up as she barely mao intercept the ining blow, parrying it away and then releasing a bzing attack against the shadow hand with her other empty hand, destroying it.
BOOOM!
“Not bad!”
The voice of someone echoed behind her as the shadows kept fluctuating around her, quickly taking the shape of several more shadow cws, some grabbing her legs and then her hips, trying to push her down.
“You think these tricks are going tainst me again?!”
With a furious roar, Mursha unleashed a mighty shockwave of energy ing from her body, destroying the shadows instantly and then striking the ground with her axe, geing a huge explosion of blood fmes, and shattering the floor, burning any grass left behind.
CRAAASH!
Whoever was sneaking around her was immediately forced to appear in front of her as the surroundings burned. Mursha smartly targeted her very shadows, where her foe was hiding.
“Tch, quite smart as always, aren’t you, my girl?”
FLUOSH!
The shadows quickly gathered, f the enormous and nky form of a Thrall and Orc hybrid, a man with the traits of both races, giving him tremendous power as well as speed and flexibility.
And above all, great power over Dark Magic that trols Shadows, Curses, and Darkness…
With pale gray skin, an ugly orc-like face, long silvery-white hair, and very long bat-like ears like those of Thralls, along with long arms with hands that reached his knees, giant hands with long fingers and even longer cws, and a nky yet muscur appearance, one of the culprits behind what happeo her and her family in the past emerged.
Only wearing a bck cloak, the man’s crimson eyes shone brightly beh his hoodie, giving him both a mysterious and a dangerous appearand aura.
Yet Mursha khis man way too well; he had been the ohat found her when she was hiding from the cult back then and the ohat caused her parents and the tribe to sacrifice themselves for her sake.
“You finally show yourself, Obsidian, you filthy coward!” Mursha roared, her blood boiling in anger, as she faced the right hand of the barbarian god cult. “Things will be different now; this time I’ll kill you!”
“Hahah, I’ve always loved that attitude of yours, my dear,” the man smiled. “Always so savage and furious! You’re what an oran should be!”
“Shut up, you disgusting pig!” roared Mursha. “I’ve e here to settle things ond for all! I’ll kill you, and your soul will be eaten by those demons! Reviving will no longer be a thing for a bastard like you, who does not deserve it!”
“Is that so? So that’s what those things are doing.” Obsidian nodded with a smile. “But Mursha… You see, I am much, much strohan you could ever be, dear. What are you even going to do against me? I mean, I let you try if you want!”
FLUOSH!
Suddenly, Mursha found herself surrounded by dozens of shadow hands, wielding several ons and swinging them against her, activating a dozen on arts at the same time, all within a split sed of hitting her.
“Weak, you say?”
However, Mursha wasn’t as weak as he said anymolden energies were surging from her heart and spreading across the rest of her body.
Her physical strength, stamina, vitality, and senses suddenly skyrocketed as Primal Power, a gift from Fiery Hair, surged from her body, stantly produg more as she burned calories.
“I don’t think so!”
SLAAASH!
She spun at lightning speed, destroying every single on ing at her with her own axe, and theroying all the shadow hands at the same time as she leaped towards Obsidian, her axe ing down towards his head.
“Today you’ll pay!”
“What?!”
CRASH!
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Pach
