Survival of the Fittest

Xiulunte was so cruel that for the first time since Allen's reincarnation, he felt the urge to kill.

On the Saint Cassis Continent, where battle was the main theme, intelligent humans had developed martial prowess to an unprecedented height over thousands of years. There were over a dozen professions solely dedicated to warfare, not to mention beings beyond the scope of ordinary people, such as Qi Warriors, Mages, Priests, Summoners, and Puppet Masters.

Although Allen had not mastered Battle Qi or cast magic, his body had been greatly strengthened after consuming a Dragon Egg, and he was further empowered by Dragon Power after being cursed by Chaos.

Allen's own strength was already no less than that of a third-tier Qi Warrior, and he even had a few chances of winning against a high-level Mage.

Logically, Xiulunte could have dispatched Qi Warriors or ascetics of the same or similar strength. However, he did not do so.

He was using Allen's hands to eliminate the weak within the legion.

These weaklings were the infantry, the most numerous troop type in the Earth Dragon Legion. The archers and cavalry were merely stationed outside the Old Castle and did not participate in the battle.

Therefore, Allen felt the urge to kill, and for the first time, he intensely disliked someone, wishing he could kill him immediately. As he fought, he clearly noticed that these infantrymen were almost all gaunt, or had youthful faces, or were old men with graying hair.

The infantry under Xiulunte's command differed significantly from the archers and cavalry. The former had shorter training times and lower entry requirements, unlike the latter two troop types, which had higher demands on age and physical fitness.

Perhaps sensing the anger of their Second Young Master, Dina, carrying the seven-meter Dragon Spear, joined the battle.

In her eyes, everyone was divided into two types: those who bullied her and the Second Young Master, and those whom she and the Second Young Master bullied.

Dina made her move, and the two Barbarians couldn't just stand by.

Big Babylon grabbed a stone table from the backyard and joined the fray.

Big Babylon was quite skilled at bullying these weaklings. He specifically charged into the crowded masses, raised the stone table, and smashed it indiscriminately.

Old Zak, as if wanting everyone to know he was a Barbarian Chieftain, instantly activated his Barbarian Battle Ring and roared, "Cunning humans, accept the wrath of Old Zak, Chieftain of the Bloody Hoof Tribe!"

Like a fierce tiger descending from the mountain, Old Zak, stepping on the Bloodhoof Battle Ring, held two legion infantrymen by their feet like clubs, striking and smashing with incredible ferocity.

Sakre did not move, merely guarding Old Butler with a few lackeys.

Old Laixi looked at Allen, who was still fighting, with satisfaction and said, "Go help him. He has too many scruples."

"Those legion infantrymen can't harm him," Sakre replied without moving.

Old Laixi shook his head and said, "Go help him with your guards. I don't want Allen's first step in his growth to be the slaughter of innocent wretches."

Sakre sighed, truly wanting to ask who his own nephew was.

Watching Allen's fight turn from initial rampaging to being seemingly restrained, Old Laixi muttered to himself, "Still not as good as Allen. Forget it, whether you are a soul from another world or the son of a Grand Duke, I'll help you one last time."

Seeing Allen's Dragon Slaying Halberd no longer striking to kill as it had initially, but rather seeming to hold back, focusing only on the lower body to incapacitate enemies rather than kill them, Old Laixi let out a soft sigh and said, "Still too kind."

After speaking, the Old Butler heavily struck his cane on the ground. The cane glowed brightly, its dark outer layer peeling off layer by layer, eventually transforming into a strange, skull-shaped magic curse.

Old Laixi, about to chant the incantation, seemed to remember something and muttered to himself, "Useless."

Turning to look at the stalemated battle between Rock Hammer and Magellan, he lightly waved his emaciated arm, and a fist-sized skull-like creature screeched as it flew towards Magellan.

Both were third-tier Qi Warriors, and their strength was comparable. Magellan's weapon was an ordinary Knight's greatsword, which, when imbued with Battle Qi, could cut through iron like mud.

Rock Hammer's martial skills were not very high, perhaps his mind was elsewhere, preoccupied with blacksmithing. Facing the opponent's greatsword, he was clearly at a disadvantage fighting bare-handed.

The Old Butler felt no psychological burden in ambushing a Papal Legion infantry commander.

Magellan, with no eyes in the back of his head, was pierced through by the skull wrapped in black mist.

The third-tier Qi Warrior Magellan, who had been fighting back and forth with Rock Hammer, had his skin rapidly peel off, followed by his muscles rapidly aging and atrophying. In just a few seconds, a burly man turned into a skeletal frame, scattering on the ground.

Rock Hammer was truly terrified by this scene. He glanced fearfully at the Old Butler, muttering something under his breath, which was certainly not pleasant.

Old Laixi ignored him and looked back at Allen. His originally lewd face suddenly became extremely ferocious, and he chanted a spell that no one could understand.

With Dina, Sakre, and the two Barbarians joining the battle, Allen's pressure greatly reduced. His eyes filled with rage as he said, "Clear a path for me. Today, I must kill Xiulunte."

The people behind him nodded silently, guarding Allen as they charged towards the heavily protected Xiulunte.

Seeing Allen and the others break through the infantry defense line, Xiulunte nodded to two ascetics.

The two ascetics, dressed like beggars, had their eyes glow red. Without chanting any spells, they simply raised their hands, and two sawtooth blades made of illusory Fire Elements flew towards Allen.

"Two fire-element Magus?" Old Laixi, chanting spells inside the Old Castle, frowned. Unfortunately, because he was chanting spells, he had no one to protect him, and interrupting it rashly could easily lead to Magic Backlash. Especially with the magic he was currently summoning, he could not afford the consequences of the backlash.

"Instant cast magic!" Allen was shocked. He had only just felt the fire elements condensing in the space, and in the next moment, two blazing sawtooth blades flew before him. He hadn't expected these two unremarkable ascetics to be capable of instant casting magic.

High-level fire magic, the Flame Sawtooth Blade! Although fire magic was the highest in damage among all elemental schools, the Flame Sawtooth Blade was merely a common offensive technique among high-level Mages. Its only outstanding feature was its incredible speed, but its damage output was relatively weak among fire magic of the same level.

However, no one expected that these two ascetics had reached the realm of Magus, capable of instantly casting high-level magic. In one moment they gathered fire elements, and in the next, they condensed into sawtooth blades attacking the target.

One round of Flame Sawtooth Blades was deflected by Sakre's sword into the air, eventually transforming back into specks of fire elements and disappearing into the air.

However, the other round of Flame Sawtooth Blades, catching Allen off guard, struck his left arm. Fortunately, it flew in a straight line and had passed through several legion infantrymen in the middle, greatly reducing its damage.

But after all, this was also a high-level fire magic. Allen's left arm bore a scorched wound nearly ten centimeters long, looking quite horrifying.

Although the incredibly sharp fire element sawtooth blade cut through Allen's muscles, because it was condensed at high temperatures, it instantly cauterized the blood and wound on his upper arm, so no blood flowed out.