The sun was high up in the sky. In a flash, the sun's rays converged onto that dazzling golden scepter, before erupting in a flash!
Hecaosi instantly assumed that Guarba was about to launch an absolute counterattack. Covering his eyes with his hands, he hastily retreated while rolling on the ground in an incomparably tight defensive stance.
Yet at this moment, Guarba had already controlled the half-crippled corpse of the colossal zombie beast, as it ferociously pounced towards the trembling Mbenga who was clutching his head!
In this instance, Sheyan's breathing stagnated. To sit idly by and watch Mbenga die in front of him, that was absolutely impossible. He almost wanted to leap out and block this attack for Mbenga. Instead, a thought suddenly flashed through Sheyan's mind.
"If I were Guarba …..."
Because of this thought, Sheyan once again held his breath and continued feigning death. Instead, the colossal zombie beast's frighteningly white front claws were already clawing down towards Mbenga's head. Probably sensing a grave threat to his life, Mbenga roared wildly and lifted his head. Blood was flowing out from his eyes; one could tell that the primary personality was already vying with the secondary personality for control of the body.
In the next second, Mbenga flipped his hand and grabbed a pike. Then, with a somersault, the pike pierced through the remnant core of the colossal zombie beast! It was as though the colossal zombie beast was proactively pushing its vitals towards Mbenga!!
Such a battle technique could be said to be exceedingly incisive and refined. Nevertheless, Sheyan could only sigh at Guarba's profound scheming.
"As expected, since the colossal zombie beast is no longer of any use, it is logical to exploit its final value by letting Mbenga finish it off. Most likely, Mbenga's companions and kin had perished in the hands of the zombie beast. Thus, Mbenga's resentment would be vented out once more, and his soul strength would weaken once more. Thus, the 'primary personality' would naturally seize the opportunity to counterattack, and attempt to regain control of the body. The conflict between the two would then lead to a complete paralysis of the body. This also signifies that Guarba wouldn't have to worry about Mbenga's threat for the time being. What deep scheming! "
"Apart from that, Guarba probably has a deeper level of consideration. He intends to turn Mbenga's current body into a puppet, before seizing control of the Son of Heaven to command his vassals to annex the Coiled Serpent tribe. Without a doubt, he wishes for both the main personality and the secondary personality to simultaneously battle each other to the point of mutual destruction. Ultimately, it would be best for him to become an idiot! That's why the giant zombie beast is destined to be sacrificed in order to weaken the secondary personality that's still very strong …. "
Hecaosi immediately realized his judgement was wrong. After witnessing the slaying of the gigantic undead beast, he wasn't in a rush to attack. Instead, his gigantic parasitic arm on his left hand gradually shriveled up and shrunk, before reverting back to his normal left hand. That previously rampant and berserk parasitic arm now resembled a deformed and thick cyan vein, coiling around his left hand.
He gazed at Guarba and earnestly urged.
"Come on, let me see the true power of the powerful Sun's Child! Defeat me, and the final obstacle before you will vanish. The Coiled Serpent tribe will thoroughly fall into your hands! Of course, if you're defeated by me, the Sun subtribe will be like a group of dragons without a leader, unable to escape the fate of being annexed by me! "
Guarba towered under the sunlight with an indifferent expression. His golden scepter sparkled in his tightly clenched hands, while his tall and sturdy body emitted a threatening pressure. Abruptly, he mocked.
"Actually, I should inform you of something. The bloodline of the Gaiin clan has been severed with the death of the old Gundazan. Right now, this person before you isn't a descendant of the old Gundazan. Therefore, even if you kill me today, this puppet you're nurturing won't be able to manifest any miracles. "
When Guarba uttered those words, Mbenga's body twitched violently as he clutched his head in agony. Instead, Hecaosi disdainfully retorted.
"Oh Guarba, your words are like rotting toad eggs, emitting a foul stench and venom. Do you think I'll believe you?"
Guarba stroked his bald head and laughed heartily.
"If the blood of the Gaiin clan truly flows in the veins of your Gundazan, how could he have been trapped by the blood curse for so many years?"
Hecaosi snorted coldly.
"The old Gundazan was much stronger and more astute than you. Guarba, do you think he would acknowledge someone who isn't his blood descendant as his successor? Back then, the old Gundazan had left behind his last words to all his clansmen. Furthermore, he prophesied that his son would definitely return to take over the Gundazan's position! "
Guarba insipidly replied.
"You're right. The old Gundazan was indeed stronger and more astute than me. However, he was also older than me! From the perspective of a male, being incapable of impregnating a woman with a litter of children is truly an extraordinary shame and humiliation... would he spread this matter around? Thus, when facing his own illegitimate son, the old Gundazan chose to shrink back into the ground without uttering a single word, instead of directly eliminating him. "
Hecaosi's pupils contracted.
"Do you think I don't know? The bloodline of the Gaiin clan usually awakens at a very late stage. Unlike your Gaiin clan which awakens rapidly under the illumination of the sun, they require the tempering of the night, moon and stars, before awakening their mysterious powers. "
Guarba replied with a disdainful tone.
"Is that so? What I despise the most are fools who believe they know the truth after knowing a little. Then, do you know? Every warrior who carries the bloodline of the gods would have a divine mark engraved on their backs? "
When Guarba uttered those words, the corners of Hecaosi's eyes couldn't help but twitch. He then glanced towards Mbenga, who was currently clutching his head in agony.
Nevertheless, Hecaosi didn't anticipate that the reason why Guarba was willing to spout so much nonsense, and didn't hesitate to give him a chance to recover his stamina, was to use this lie to seize the initiative.
Within a short span of time, Guarba's tall and sturdy silhouette had already leapt into the air. Atop the fur vest on his shoulder, a massive lion head seemed to have come alive as it opened its maw and roared madly! The scorching sun became his backdrop. The glaring sunlight was akin to millions of arrows, scorching Hecaosi's eyes painfully. Even the lion's mane on his vest was fluttering majestically, as though every single strand was gilded with resplendent splendor!
Guarba's towering shadow shrouded over Hecaosi's body. Sunlight streamed in from behind Guarba, mercilessly illuminating Hecaosi's eyes. Hence, the information transmitted from his retina to his brain, was a vast expanse of whiteness!
As Guarba swooped down, the golden scepter in his hand danced in spirals. Propelling the scepter, were his five incomparably nimble fingers.
Logically speaking, such a heavy blunt weapon should be wielded with both hands. Yet to Guarba, his fingers and the golden scepter gave off a shocking sensation, as though they were alive and frolicking with each other. Eventually, a golden glow revolved around his left hand, as specks of incisive radiance shot out from time to time. Against the bright sunlight, it incinerated Hecaosi's pupils.
With a muffled groan, Hecaosi shut his eyes. Instead, two streams of blood trickled down from his eyelids, resembling tears of blood! Yet at this moment, his left hand rapidly swelled up once again, transforming into that terrifying parasite arm!
Under Hecaosi's control, that parasite instantly welcomed the golden scepter. Like a gummy candy, it coiled around the golden scepter incessantly. Finally, its malevolent mandibles revolved rapidly, before viciously stabbing towards Guarba's golden scepter arm. Without a doubt, once flesh and blood were struck, chunks of flesh and blood would be greedily devoured.
Guarba exerted strength to snatch back, yet he couldn't contend against that parasite arm in terms of strength. Unable to snatch back his symbol of authority, he could only relinquish his grip. Nevertheless, his expression was merely one of shock and astonishment. He wasn't flustered and exasperated after his sacred weapon was snatched away. Instead, he appeared calm and composed, as though everything was within his grasp.
Sheyan glanced at Guarba, and suddenly realized that Guarba might still have a trump card up his sleeve. Ever since this mighty tribal chieftain was at his peak, he could already go all out like a lion hunting a rabbit. Back then, even if the three of them worked together, they still wouldn't be able to fathom the combination of Guarba and that zombie beast. Instead, Guarba gave Sheyan the feeling that he could go all out, yet he wasn't willing to.
Unless absolutely necessary, he wouldn't do anything he wasn't confident in. He wasn't willing to fail. He didn't relish the vexed feeling of defeat. What he enjoyed was the joy of subduing an enemy without a fight.
That should be Guarba's attitude.
Watching as his golden scepter was snatched away by Hecaosi, Guarba remained calm and composed as he stood there.
"Very strong, very strong indeed. Those outsiders who drifted across the seas actually coveted the power of the 'Stairway of the Sun'. Hence, they were inevitably punished by the evil within their bodies. Who would've thought, you actually coveted the evil power of the 'Stairway of the Sun'! Furthermore, you've even grasped it! "
Hecaosi calmly replied.
"Strength isn't divided into righteous or evil. Just like in this world, there are only victories and defeats. Just like the Kijuju Marshland. In the eyes of other tribes, it is a terrifying symbol of pestilence and decay. Yet to us, it is a divine spirit that has protected the Ndipaya tribe for a thousand years. "
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[Tomorrow, I'll update to repay my debt.
Incidentally, my Sina Weibo username is' Rolling Earth Beach '.
Currently, I've already updated pictures of the Flesh Colossal Licker boss, 'Stairway of the Sun', 'Coiled Serpent warrior', 'Ndipaya masked man' etc.
Oh right, there's also Zi's set of pictures. I guarantee you'll be pleasantly surprised! If there's no surprise, I guarantee it'll be even better. Hahaha, can you see how confident I am now? (To be continued.) If you like this work, I welcome you to cast your recommendation votes or monthly votes at qidian.com. Your support is my greatest motivation.)
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