Referring to Anya, a two-star whiteboard, this three-star whiteboard Witch Sacrifice shouldn’t be particularly strong either.
But with the Cup of Blood, the situation might be different.
After the great ebb of the Mythical Era, the stronger the divine spirit, the more power it retains. For instance, Odin; only three main gods of the Norse Pantheon can be clearly manifested, the others are vague. Those more dispersed beliefs, like the nine Guardian Fairies of Avalon, have beco so weak they are lesser than the Valkyries.
The situation in Shamanism is similar; the great ebb of universal worship seems like fish and shrimp stranded on the beach, only the larger ones can barely flap around.
To put it more plainly: after the great ebb of the Mythical Era, divine spirits like Emperor Zhenwu can barely maintain their status, but those like Third Grandmaster Hu of the northern outposts, extensions of the original Shamanism, have truly been left stranded on the shore.
The beliefs in Shamanism are even more dispersed, and the supernatural beings have been compressed into whiteboards.
Duncan headed straight towards Crow Queen Triss.
The crossroads in the forest.
Crow Queen Triss finally breathed a sigh of relief upon seeing Duncan appear alone. Luckily, Duncan was not impulsive. As the last High Priest of the ancient Roman Polytheism, Triss was one of the witnesses most aware of how suppressed supernatural power had beco after the mythological ebb.
Mortal strength has its limits; Duncan should not be too reckless.
"Follow !"
Duncan had five or six broken arrows sticking out of him, his entire body soaked in blood like a ghost god, his bloodstained tattered cloak fluttering in the wind. Even Crow Queen Triss found it shocking, let alone ordinary people.
This scene, they might rember for a lifeti and boast about it in taverns when they’re older.
Kill!
Duncan relied on a strategic map to take a shortcut through a forest, then under Attila’s horrified gaze.
That man was coming again!
This truly made everyone’s scalp tingle.
"Could it be that heaven wants to annihilate ?!"
Attila’s figure on horseback trembled, almost falling off.
The nearby Hun Personal Guards desperately protected him, a rain of arrows showered towards Duncan, but this ti it was different. As they neared Duncan, the arrows veered off course, not a single one hitting him.
Crow Queen Triss was casting a spell!
Boom.
At the mont of cavalry collision, Attila’s last Personal Guard seed like an exploding cauldron. The divine temple guards of the Polytheism on Duncan’s left and right blocked so of the stray arrows with their bodies; a few two-star elite knights charged furiously to the death, almost exchanging lives with the Hun Personal Guards. After more than ten people fell from their horses, a path opened with death appeared before Duncan.
——Continuous Arrow!
Duncan raised his Nord Bow and fired five arrows in succession!
The arrows whistled through the air.
Everything occurred in a flash; the lips-moving three-star Witch Sacrifice was pierced through the heart without armor, killed by a single arrow.
By Attila’s side, two more Khan’s Personal Guards died shielding him with their bodies.
They already knew Duncan’s archery was godlike, and this ti they could only shield Attila with their bodies, forcibly gaining ti for his escape.
However, by now, Attila was nearly out of strength to run.
After two Khan’s Personal Guards fell, the last arrow hit his shoulder, shooting the injured Attila off his horse.
——Great Frenzy!
Duncan roared angrily, simultaneously drawing the Sword of Oath and Victory and the Oathkeeper. His warhorse seed to share his will, charging straight for the position of God’s Whip.
Clang!
Sparks flew.
Duncan’s figure seed like a berserk Berserker, heedless of death, unstoppable. The Sword of Oath and Victory decapitated a Khan’s Personal Guard, while the Oathkeeper parried a thrust from the right. Amidst the erupting sparks, the Sword of Oath and Victory sliced through as if cutting tofu, severing the enemy’s head.
Blood gushed wildly!
Duncan descended like a Ghost God Descent, alone and unstoppable, slaying six or seven elite Khan’s Personal Guards in succession. His strength was like that of a legendary giant; with a casual strike, he could send enemies flying off their horses, even slaying them shield and all.
The whole process was just like a gust of wind.
After exhausting all of the elite guards around God’s Whip, Duncan charged to within thirty ters of the opponent. At this point, there was no ti to bring out the Nord Bow. Duncan wielded the Sword of Oath and Victory in his right hand and the Oathkeeper in his left. As he charged towards the fallen and hastily remounted Attila with the help of a personal guard, a fatal gleam flashed from the Oathkeeper sword in his hand.
——Sword Montum: Beheading!
Ti seed to freeze at this mont.
After multiple bloody battles, the Oathkeeper remained razor-sharp; in an instant of flashing cold light, there was a flying head, blood gushing like a fountain.
The head fell.
Duncan had already broken through Attila’s personal guard unit, turned his horse around a dozen ters away, holding the Sword of Oath and Victory in one hand and the Oathkeeper in the other, his eyes a blood-red hue, his entire being exuding a murderous aura. Drops of royal blood dripped from the blade of the Oathkeeper.
He stared at the remaining Hun troops like a Purgatory Ghost God!
A mournful roar echoed.
Most of the remaining Huns began to flee, but a few Hun Personal Guards slashed their cheeks with their weapons, offering warrior’s blood for Attila’s burial, then roared and charged towards Duncan as if embracing death.
It’s fortunate that in the continuous battles, the Personal Guard of God’s Whip-Attila was nearly wiped out. If they had more n, this suicidal revenge might have been able to forcibly encircle and kill Duncan!
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