Just as everyone was puzzled.
The originally 8-ter-tall horned demon began to shrink slightly in size.
The single eye persisted, as did the horns.
Only the bull-like head transford into the likeness of a dwarf, revealing dense red hair and an exaggerated beard.
The brass flesh had sohow beco a war armor with bull elents.
Looking at his war axe, it was evident that it clearly bore dwarf elents.
This was a.
Dwarf of the Golden Race who fell to demons a thousand years ago.
A thousand years later, as the ritual descended.
"Coward who betrayed the clan, damned traitor!"
Sergio’s anger erupted instantly, manifesting with the warrior’s power.
Orange-red flas ignited all over him, his size expanded in his fury.
The two huge dwarves collided like this.
The axes in their hands chopped at each other, leaving deep scars on their opponent’s bodies.
Their blood spilled freely, driven by unrelenting rage and absolute slaughter.
This made it impossible for the surrounding Night Watchers to intervene in this battle.
At so unknown ti.
Maxim had also arrived at the battlefield.
Holding a massive scepter, he watched the central battle.
"Sergio is not his match."
Maxim said.
Blake nodded beside him.
The enemy is a Demon Apostle, and unquestionably one of the strong ones.
Level is 10.
This is not his limit, but the current limit of the Demon Apostle.
Sergio is only level 9, and the difference of this one level is his insurmountable barrier.
Not all Night Watchers are Kana.
Cross-level battles themselves are fights to the death.
Not to ntion the enemy is a powerful demon.
Sergio can fight thanks to his datafied body, datafied weapons and equipnt, and the blessing from the Eastern Wilderness.
That is the blessing from Cui Yu.
This allows him to fight evenly with his opponent, but as the battle progresses, Sergio is gradually losing advantage.
The main reason why Night Watchers are not panicking?
It is naturally due to the presence of Cui Yu, the strongest mber of the Night Watchers hidden in the Eastern Wilderness.
But just like at the Void Pit.
Night Watchers of a certain level are arranged to leave, allowing lower-level Night Watchers to fight for leveling up.
This powerful level 10 Demon Apostle ideally should be killed by soone in the Night Watchers close to his level.
Sergio, Maxim, Tovi.
All three belong to level 9; whoever gets this kill will level up.
Currently, high-level intruders are limited.
It requires many rituals to appear.
If Cui Yu were to kill, the experience gained would be ager, offering no benefit to Cui Yu.
And Tovi is too old, a dwarf nearing natural death.
The option for killing lies between Sergio and Maxim.
But now there’s a problem.
The enemy is a dwarf.
A forr traitor of the Golden Race.
Maybe difficult for other races to feel, but for the Gray Mountain Dwarves, it ans true humiliation.
Seeing this dwarf ans the error of ancestors a thousand years ago walks directly before him.
Any dwarf would rage upon seeing such a scene.
In this state, Maxim could hardly intervene.
The Gray Mountain Clan is the legacy bloodline of the Golden Dwarves.
Sergio is the Clan Leader of the Gray Mountain Clan.
He inherited the weapons and armor, bloodline, will of the golden predecessors, bearing responsibility.
He must personally deal with this disgrace.
Even if it ans death.
With a dwarf’s stubbornness, even if Maxim ans well, any interference could lead to dislike, or even hostility.
This rendered their original plan useless when the enemy showed his true face.
"Honorable ancestors, witness this glorious duel!
I shall erase an ancient hatred today."
Sergio roared.
Instantly, the ground ford a myriad of stone buildings spreading around.
A structure like an arena rose from the ground.
The central battleground is precisely where Sergio and the demon stood.
All fighting dwarves there directly took half a knee, slightly bowing their heads.
The elents and weeds swaying disappeared, as if dispelled power.
The battle suddenly subsided.
With only the duel in the middle.
All Night Watchers beca spectators, all dwarves beca witnesses.
In the arena’s air, appeared the ancestral phantoms of dwarves.
"What is this?" Maxim froze.
Completely unexpected sight, the Night Watchers present had no idea what it was.
Never mind the Night Watchers, even the dwarves don’t know how such a scene ca forth.
And Sergio, his eyes were fixed solely on his enemy.
"Haha, descendant, co slaughter! I stake my soul on this!"
The demon transford from dwarf arrogantly roared.
The form existing in the Abyss followed this vow, rging into the descended body.
At this mont, he truly descended, offering only a slight power increase, at the cost of real death.
Far on another continent, Kana.
And far on another continent, Lurik.
They both learned about the battle’s details through the channel.
"Indeed, a twist of fate."
Kana said quietly.
Sergio will initiate a dwarf’s revenge he might not even know.
The conditions are incredibly challenging.
It requires the Golden Bloodline, Clan Leader of the Golden Race, holding the clan’s armor weapons, the enemy being a clan foe, and setting a vow.
Yet at this mont, all conditions were t.
At Sergio’s intent for revenge, and the mont setting his roaring vow, the ritual was succeeded.
While that fallen demon opposite, forr dwarf of the Golden Race.
Made an equally weighty stake.
Maybe for the fairness of the fight, perhaps for the thrill of slaughter, maybe seeing this scene sparked forr dwarf’s faith, or self-destructive desire.
He too placed his fate on the scale.
Kana frowned.
The problem lies here.
In this situation, Sergio’s chances of victory are exceedingly slim.
[Kana: Let the earth grant him a blessing.]
For dwarves who believe in the earth and the world’s faith, this is not considered outsider aid but universe or maternal grace.
And the receiver of this ssage.
Is the progeny of the world, is the will of this Eastern Wilderness land.
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