Chapter 159
In front of a large group of bear-men, there were several beings who looked no different from humans.
The lord of the Ursine.
Volibear's most loyal dog.
"They've finally arrived?"
Chen Ce strode towards the bear-man army, standing alone in front of the entire Freljord Alliance.
"We've been waiting for you for a long time... Bearman."
Upon hearing this, several bear-man lords simultaneously let out a snicker.
Chen Ce had long been accustomed to this kind of meaningless contempt.
Words are useless; Riot Games makes right.
Before the Ursine could react, he grabbed the Darkin Scythe and charged forward.
The Deceive was activated, and in the blink of an eye, he was in front of one of the bear-men lords.
The Darkin Scythe swung, its indestructible blade instantly severing a head that was still smiling.
Seeing this, the other bear-man lords all raised their arms toward the dome.
Rumble...!
Several bolts of lightning struck, and they received Volibear's blessing—their bodies began to mutate, their twisted bones and muscles making them look even more grotesque than ordinary bear-men.
They gained superhuman strength.
But in Chen Ce's presence, they were no different from lambs to the slaughter.
The Darkin Scythe continued to swing, the sound of flesh tearing and the sight of blood splattering everywhere blending together.
He faced the entire army of bear-men alone.
And they firmly hold the upper hand.
This incredible situation inspired the Freljord Alliance, and bursts of enthusiastic cheers rang out from the crowd.
Just when everyone thought Chen Ce would continue his rampage, something unexpected happened—
Another bolt of lightning struck.
It was thicker and more violent than any lightning bolt before.
Moreover, the target was not those bear-man lords begging for "divine" blessings.
Instead... it was Chen Ce.
Boom--!!
The deafening explosion subsided, and the figure weaving through the bear-man army came to an abrupt halt.
Instead, a thick cloud of black smoke appeared—like the smoke emitted when meat is charred.
Immediately afterwards, a huge object appeared on the other side of the mountain.
That is...
A head...
A head that was several stories high...
It appeared suddenly without warning... as if it had materialized out of thin air with the falling lightning...
"Feel the power from the wilderness..."
A loud yet deep sound echoed through the valley, awe-inspiring.
Just then, everyone noticed another figure, much taller than a normal person, appearing in the smoke in front of the bear-man army... It was somewhat eerie, but the human shape was still discernible.
To be more precise...
Like a demon.
"Rhaast, do you also want to become a god-slayer?"
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Chen Ce gripped the Darkin Scythe tightly; his half- Darkin body filled him with power and a sense of security.
The source of this body's power is the mighty Darkin, Rhaast. He has slaughtered mortals who refused to submit and conquered the cities of Vastaya; he has defeated Void creatures from other worlds in the darkest abyss and faced death in the dark call of Icathia.
But now, he quietly sensed the aura of a certain creature... The wild, primal power astonished him; he had never seen such ferocious and unrefined power before.
In the forest behind the bear-man lord, massive black-leaved trees crackled and swayed. It emerged from the woods, taller than a mammoth. It was a city of muscles, each limb supporting it thicker than a human.
Its ancient, dilapidated armor is made of dark metal plates, thick with bloodstains from hundreds of battles. Numerous broken weapons, all rusted and worn by time, are embedded in its back and shoulders.
Half of its face was devoid of flesh, revealing gleaming white bones, teeth, and horns. Eerie black blood flowed from its mouth. Its four eyes looked incredibly ancient, strange, and cold, gazing down upon everyone in the camp.
The avatar of the Volibear approached step by step, like the calm eye of a storm drawing near. All attention was focused on one point, and no sound remained in the mind. There were no animals, no sensations, not even the faintest whispers of their own thoughts. They could only sense Volibear. Its silence was unlike anything felt by any human or animal. Volibear's consciousness overwhelmingly crushed everything.
Chen Ce raised his head, gazing up at the monster whose exact height he didn't know—maybe a dozen stories high... more, possibly even taller. It was almost like a mountain.
"You are not human... not a mortal from Freljord..."
Volibear opened its mouth, rotting flesh clinging to its teeth and mouth, a foul stench and thick black blood dripping down onto the ground. Its voice was loud and hoarse, the terrifying echo clearly audible throughout the vast mountain range.
"You're like a despicable demon... This land doesn't welcome you..."
The deafening accusations echoed in their ears, and most people couldn't help but cover their ears in pain to avoid permanent damage to their eardrums.
Chen Ce, who was partially Darkin, didn't care.
He could even retort, "Then ask the people on this land, do they welcome me more or you more?"
"Pathetic mortals have long since abandoned the sacred ancient path..." Volibear took only half a step forward, yet his massive body and terrifying power caused the entire earth to tremble. "And I have come here to correct them... I need to cleanse the weakness of mortals with blood..."
"That's progress, Volibear. The days of eating raw meat and drinking blood are over. What you call the ancient ways are nothing but the creed of barbarians—ignorant, laughable, and arrogant."
"What..." These words made Volibear's brows, which were already half gone, furrow tightly, and his bulging, terrifying eyes were filled with frenzied rage.
"Are you questioning me...? Are you questioning my Freljord...?!"
"Words are useless; only Riot Games can prove whose Freljord this is."
Chen Ce's "tiny" figure stood in front of the Ursine army, staring fearlessly at the enormous monster that was as big as a mountain—some even called it a god.
The next moment, he rushed forward without hesitation.
A tiny figure rushed toward the "god" who instilled fear in everyone.
Everyone in the camp gasped in disbelief at the sight—most of them had never seen Chen Ce such a form, nor had they ever seen him make a move.
How could they have imagined that the skinny man who spent his days lounging outside in a deck chair could possess such strength?
The unexpectedness of this is almost comparable to an old man who sweeps the street every day suddenly transforming into Super Saiyan.
"Despicable outsider...!"
Clearly, the great Volibear was also thoroughly enraged by this contemptuous "small against big" approach, and immediately raised its enormous bear paw, revealing its bare white bones.
That one hand alone is the size of half a house.
Chen Ce was about the size of its thumb.
The Darkin Scythe swung, Rhaast's roar echoed in his mind.
[That arrogant false god! Slay him!!]
Clang--!
The scythe clashed head-on with the exposed bones, producing a crisp sound similar to the clash of metal.
A powerful brute force swept over, and Chen Ce's tiny figure was instantly sent flying—like a human-shaped cannonball, he crashed heavily to the ground, even creating a deep crater.
In contrast, for Volibear, the loss of half a finger bone was nothing at all to its massive, mountain-like body.
"Insignificant mortals... following the ancient path is humanity's only way out..."
Volibear looked down haughtily at the "mortals" below the pit, then turned to look at the Freljord Alliance camp.
Lightning flashed in its terrifying eyes, and crackling arcs of electricity coursed across its body, making it seem like an embodiment of thunder from the heavens.
"Go... my believer..."
The army of bear-men began to advance.
Hundreds and thousands of bear-men roared as they charged, their momentum chilling to the bone.
Although the Freljord Alliance army outnumbered the bear-men countless times, these valiant warriors cowered before Volibear. The massive war mammoths and battle-hardened veterans, who had fought humans, trolls, and Vastaya, were now trembling in fear.
Chen Ce, who had just boosted morale, was also knocked down by Volibear in a single move...
On the battlefield... he was smashed into a crater, his fate unknown... there was no sound from inside...
It's like... it's like being dead...
The "secret master" who appeared with such imposing presence was instantly killed by Volibear in a single blow...
"Shoot, shoot arrows...!" In the extremely oppressive atmosphere, even the garrison squad leader's voice began to tremble.
The archers on the watchtower began firing arrows at the bear-man army, but even if the ordinary arrows hit, they couldn't possibly kill the bear-men instantly—they could continue running even with a dozen arrows stuck in their backs.
Fortunately, at that moment, an ice crystal arrow shot out at lightning speed.
BOOM!
The moment the ice crystals exploded, both bear-men were simultaneously frozen into ice sculptures.
A beautiful and determined young woman climbed to the top of the wooden city wall.
"Do not be afraid! Victory belongs to the brave!" This is the legendary reincarnation of Avarosa, Ashe.
"All troops, follow me into battle!" another impassioned voice rang out.
Sejuani rode her giant Drüvask boar and charged out of the camp with her personal guard.
A large group of cavalry engaged in a fierce battle with the Ursine in front of the camp.
Under the leadership of these two supreme leaders of the Freljord Alliance, the people regained their spirits, and morale began to stabilize.
"Victory... victory belongs to us...!" More and more soldiers began to launch their attack.
Millions of years later, humanity and the Ursine once again clashed in a true war.
Thousands of ordinary human warriors, Iceborn no fewer in number than the Bearmen, and the almost fantastical "Avarosa reincarnation"... Such a scale is comparable only to the era of the Three Sisters in the entire history of Freljord.
The fighting power of the Ursine is also not to be underestimated—although their numbers are far fewer than those of the humans, their individual combat ability is beyond the reach of ordinary people—even the Iceborn cannot take on any Bearman single-handedly.
Even the weakest bear-man possesses a terrifying strength and extremely tenacious vitality that is far beyond the reach of ordinary people.
Not to mention their almost regenerative, abnormal self-healing abilities.
The great battle between the two sides seemed destined to last until the very end of the world.
A war about beliefs, survival, and struggle.
Volibear began advancing towards the human camp, intending to destroy the so-called "Freljord Alliance" with its massive body.
Camps, towns... all fortifications are futile before its absolute power.
Cities and stone walls cannot withstand the wrath of thunder, and farmland and livestock cannot stop the fury of wind and snow.
Only by following the ancient paths... only by hunting and fighting can life continue forever in this icy land.
The people of Freljord are born warriors... they are children of war!
Cast aside cowardice, embrace war!
"Feel the power of the wild..."
Volibear slowly moved its massive body, each step causing earthquake-like tremors. It approached the gates of the Freljord Alliance, the two flimsy defenses made of rock and wood appearing like child's toys before it.
It stretched out its right leg, which was not covered by fur.
Then it kicked straight into the camp's "city gate".
Rumble...!
The fragile fortifications were breached amidst the tremors and deafening roar, creating a massive gap through which countless bear-men poured in.
The entire camp was almost lost.