34 THE FIGHT BY THE LAKE 2 (2/2)

The majority of the giants did not disagree, as Yi had the greatest potential to become an orange berserker in the least amount of time.

Tong lifted himself up and crawled backwards near a small rectangular stone and rested his body over it. With one leg holding his weight and other bent at an angle, he held his Totem and stabbed it in the ground and rested his arm over it. Even though the eyes of the Totem were dead,it still produced the same suppression it brought before.

Tong lifted his head and looked at his people with clear eyes. He gathering his remaining strength and spoke like a Chief for the last time.

”The Han .... shall....prevail !”

Finally life left his body, and his head lowered without strength...

The Chief Tong of the Desolate Han tribe of the Giants had passed away.

*****

Somewhere in the Giant Continent.

Tengoku Yokusei hid behind large rocks and watched a supply caravan travelling towards the Barbarian Tun tribe. He was astonished when he watched the items in the carriages. There were metal weapons, medicines, and even a small group of Dragon soldiers in the party. He furrowed his brows as he did not think the did not think the Dragons would send their precious soldiers for some savage Giants. After all, for the Dragon Emperor, even the Giant King was someone whom he could f*ck up whenever he wished.

Yokusei silently sent a signal, and the Devil soldiers pushed the large rocks by creating a wind behind them. The rocks flew towards the caravan and smashed a few carts, attracting the attention of the Dragons.

”Ambush !”

The leader of the Dragons, who was a middle aged man with a beard, shouted and leaped in the air with a pole in his hand. The pole was made of wood and had many rings with inscriptions over it. It was not an easy task to make it, as the inscriptions were sewn over the wooden pole without breaking it.

”Break !”

Beard Uncle shouted, and smashed his pole against an arriving rock. The pole trembled a little before sending a large shock wave into the rock, shattering it.

Yokusei widened his eyes and cursed loudly.

”F*ck ! Why do we have someone with a legendary weapon here !”

He immediately leaped out to cover his team members who had started destroying the goods.

”Kill these Devil dogs !” Beard Uncle shouted, and smashed his pole in the direction of the incoming Devils who were still descending. The pole trembled once again and a shock wave traveled through the entire ground. The land shattered and collapsed, making the Devil soldiers fall. The Dragons made use of this opportunity and released their sharp swords from their sheaths.

”Damn.”

Yokusei cursed again and rubbed his head. This was his first battle and he could already see his mission failing. He pulled out his spear and injected Profound Energy into it. He felt the familiar sensation of Profound Energy travelling through his arms near his palms, and being released from his palms into the spear. His spear was made of a special alloy, and could withstand high temperatures. The blade of the spear turned red from the heat, and the air surrounding it distorted.

During this time Beard Uncle did not waste his time as he attacked the intruding Devils. Each of his smack from the pole tore the Devil soldiers into shreds. Even if they used their swords they would shatter into countless fragments. Suddenly he was struck by a ball of fire and blown away. His beard and all hair on his face burnt away, revealing an ugly baby face.

”Mages !” He cursed under his breath. The mages stood at a distance over a safe height and it wasn't easy to kill them. They kept harassing him by throwing balls of fire or lightning. At this moment Yokusei sprinted towards him with a red spear in his hand. Beard Uncle who had lost his beard laughed and used his pole as a spear to face his opponent.

The two weapons collided, and unsurprisingly the spear shattered into fragments, and the hot fragments hit many soldiers wounding them seriously. However the pole trembled and produced a whine, which sounded like a cry from a baby.

Beard Uncle, who now had lost his beard, became troubled as he felt his control loosed over his weapon. He had lost the synchronous feeling with the pole, and could not understand what the pole was trying to convey.

One of the hot spear fragments had hit Tengoku Yokusei's shoulder, turning him useless. He quickly glanced at the carriage, and after assuring that a majority of the goods have been destroyed signaled his men to retreat. The mages covered the Devil soldiers, and they quickly escaped.

Beard Uncle, who now had lost his beard, could do nothing but watch the retreating Devils while holding the trembling pole.