War Marshal Murphy Beat the Chosen One, Huxon, to a Pulp! Yeah! Bonus Chapter for 810 Monthly Tickets

Omega's light flowed along Murphy's whirling blades, forming a warp-suppressing barrier around the battlefield. Any creature carrying tainted power that entered it would be weakened so badly it wouldn't know what hit it.

However, the same trick wouldn't work on a Chosen One twice.

Or rather, the Hunting Lord's divine power, bestowed upon Huxon, had indeed been weakened to the extreme. But this time, the gnoll warlord hadn't fallen into the predicament of being beaten senseless by Murphy. The new weapon he'd forged for himself was unleashing power across the battlefield that, while not belonging to the Hunting Lord, was still immense.

The warhammer called the Clawsplitter had gathered enough fury during the fighting. The broken horn of Bloodhorn Padd, embedded within it, had been fully awakened. Blobs of crimson war energy coiled around the weapon and flowed into the wielder's hands, forming strange phantoms that embodied war and made up for the weakness in Huxon's body.

This was Bloodhorn Padd's symbol, a gift from the fallen war god Sulyuk. It was also the missing power that the Berserker Vam had long wanted to obtain. Unfortunately, Padd was too proud of his ancient demigod status to submit to the Berserker, that "newcomer god." So Vam could only drool over that power from afar.

Given the Berserker's usual way of doing things, Padd's disrespect would have earned him a brutal thrashing. At the very least, Vam would have snapped off his other horn, turning him into "Broken-Horn" Padd. But Padd was proud, not stupid. After Sulyuk's fall, he'd found himself a new patron. Now he was one of the Earth Mother Gaia's chosen. And with Gaia's fiercely protective nature, if Vam dared bully her own Niu Niu, the old lady would surely step in herself and teach the young upstart a