29: Chapter 29 This Demon!!

Use Berserk!!

After Loren gave the order, all the Barbarians immediately activated this newly acquired super skill.

The sturdy Barbarian Berserkers roared madly, their already muscular bodies swelling again, surging from a height of 1.9 meters to two meters.

Their aura was nothing short of brutal.

Absolute muscle monsters!

And Barbarian Chieftain Yas was even more exaggerated; after using the B-rank skill—Raging Berserk—his body shot up directly from two meters to 2.2 meters.

Like a small giant, the muscles on his body bulged explosively.

Terrifying and appalling.

After Barbarian Chieftain Yas activated Berserk, he was like a spring stretched to the limit. He suddenly spread his arms, directly throwing off the fearless red-eyed Kobolds that were engulfing him.

Taking advantage of the brief opening, he pulled out his long-handled great axe from the ground and grinned viciously at the Kobolds rushing at him again.

His waist twisted violently like a spinning top, followed by a forceful rotation that erupted with terrifying power.

Puchi~

The power from his waist was transmitted through his arms into the long-handled great axe, and the sharp axe swept up like a whirlwind.

Puchi~

A dozen or so surrounding Kobolds were cut in half at the waist, blood spraying and limbs shattering.

The area around him was immediately cleared.

The unranked armor Barbarian Chieftain Yas was wearing was now full of claw marks; even the armor on his arms and chest had been torn to shreds.

Large swathes of scarred muscle were exposed, and warm blood dripped down his muscles; this bull was currently like a war god descended into the world.

But the intense pain coming from his body only made Barbarian Chieftain Yas more furious.

How could a great Barbarian be forced to such a state by a bunch of filthy Kobolds?!!

Damn them!!

In his rage, his physical strength increased again. The bull roared and charged horizontally into the Kobold formation.

But this time, it was several times more violent than before.

Whether they were Kobolds blessed with Bloodlust Sorcery or ordinary Kobolds, they all became severed limbs under the great axe.

Even if they weren't killed by the great axe, they would be smashed to bits.

The bloody scene fully revealed the terror of the Barbarian Storm Warrior.

Barbarian Chieftain Yas was strong, and the other Barbarian Berserkers were not bad either.

After Berserk, their eyes were bloodshot, even more violent than the Kobolds blessed with Bloodlust Sorcery.

Brutal and insane.

Simply unreasonable.

For a time, the Kobolds were killed and fell crazily like wheat being harvested.

On the battlefield, the Barbarians had once again taken the absolute upper hand.

Just as the battle became increasingly intense, a burst of angry roars and the booming sound of magic explosions suddenly came from the bushes behind.

A moment later, a cold, elegant figure drifted out from the bushes, stepping on the heads of several Kobolds with her leather boots as she quickly charged into the battlefield.

What caught people's attention was that she was holding a Kobold wearing a black cloak in her hand.

"The Bloodline Mage has been captured by me, everyone stop resisting!!"

The cold voice resounded across the entire battlefield, and the Kobolds still fighting suddenly turned their heads to look at their Chief Sim Claw.

The captured Kobold Bloodline Mage let out a heart-wrenching howl.

"Let me go!! Let go of the great Chief Sim!! Quickly, save me, everyone save me!!"

The surrounding Kobolds were instantly enraged upon seeing this scene.

"Damn human!!"

"Courting death!!"

"Kill her!!"

Under such provocation, the Kobolds fell into unprecedented madness.

They directly abandoned their opponents and charged towards Fiana, vowing to rescue their chief.

But how could a Platinum Expert be stopped by a group of Bronze Rank Kobolds?

Clang~

Fiana's longsword was like a dragon, the sword shadows like frost.

Wherever her graceful figure passed, the Kobolds in front would immediately clutch their necks and fall to the ground, wailing as they died.

The Grim Reaper's scythe was reaping souls crazily at this moment.

This Platinum Expert tore through all obstacles with an absolutely domineering stance, returning to the front of the convoy from the Kobolds' encirclement.

Then, under everyone's gaze, she threw the Kobold Bloodline Mage at Loren's feet.

Her tone was cold.

"His mana has been sealed by my power; he cannot use any spells for a short time..."

Loren didn't even glance at the Bloodline Mage at his feet; instead, he smiled slightly at Fiana.

"You've worked hard."

After saying this, amidst the girl's somewhat unnatural expression, he shifted his gaze to the Kobold lying on the ground.

The Kobold Bloodline Mage, having been stabbed a few times, was still wailing, and his heart was filled with hatred.

This damned human noble actually dared to harm the great Chief Sim!!

Unforgivable!!

Loren felt the other's resentment, and a wild arc hung from the corner of his mouth.

He stepped forward with somewhat weak strides, reached out to take her cruciform longsword from Fiana's hand, and then walked step by step to Sim Claw, without a word of nonsense.

He stepped directly on this Kobold's wrist with his right foot and thrust the longsword down.

Puchi~ Blood splattered.

"Ah!!"

Accompanied by a painful howl, the blade pierced directly through Sim Claw's palm, pinning him firmly to the ground.

"Now, I speak, you listen. One more word of nonsense, and you die."

The cold words made the angry Sim Claw feel as if he had been doused with a basin of ice water; his whole body trembled, and his spine felt cold.

This demon!!

Sim Claw lay on the ground, with Loren's boot stepping right in front of his eyes.

He tried hard to lift his head, wanting to see what Loren, who was stepping on his wrist, looked like...

But when he saw those cold eyes that contained not a shred of human emotion, Sim Claw only felt an indescribable fear rise violently from the soles of his feet to his head.

I will die.

I will really die.

He dared to swear on his own soul that if he spouted nonsense, this damned human noble would really kill him without mercy!!

The fear of death swallowed him, causing him to wake up from his anger in an instant.

Loren didn't waste a single word on this Kobold and said indifferently.

"Order your subordinates to stop resisting and kneel in surrender."

No!!

How could a great Kobold surrender!!

He just wanted to retort in his heart, but those eyes without human emotion were just staring at him indifferently, the blade piercing his palm was still swaying slightly, and that intense pain was stimulating his nerves.

A glimmer of struggle flashed in his eyes...

Crunch~

Just at this moment, the youth, more terrifying than a demon, directly crushed Sim Claw's wrist. The exaggerated pain of broken bones piercing into flesh made him nearly go crazy.

Then, the next second, the other party gripped the cruciform hilt, seemingly about to pull out the longsword.

Sim Claw trembled in extreme pain; this scene made his liver and gallbladder split with terror.

The other party must be going to pull out the longsword to execute him right here.

No, how could the great Chief Sim die here?

He still had to build the Kobold kingdom, he still had to become the great His Majesty Sim, he could not die here, could not die!!

"I, I'll tell you!! I'll tell you everything!! Human noble, don't kill me!!!"

Intense pain and death crushed Sim's weak will...

Loren pulled out the longsword piercing the other's palm with a *shua*~, then signaled the Barbarians beside him to lift Sim Claw up.

With eyes full of fear, Sim was carried by two strong men by his arms; he didn't even dare to look directly into the eyes of this demon in front of him again.

Fiana, who defeated him, made him angry, but Loren, who was close to him, made him feel incomparably terrified.

That was a kind of instinctive fear of the soul; he seemed to be facing an extremely terrifying evil life form...

"I, in the capacity of the chief of the Claw Tribe, order you to stop resisting immediately!! Everyone of the Claw Tribe, stop resisting immediately!!!"

"You damned bastards!! Immediately drop the weapons in your hands, retract your claws!!"

Seemingly wanting to show his merit to Loren, this terrified Kobold Spellcaster shouted especially loudly.

And those Kobolds who were still fighting to the death, wanting to save their great chief, were struck by lightning upon hearing these words, looking at Sim in disbelief.

Surrendered—their chief, the spokesperson of the gods, had actually... surrendered??!