Chapter 459: Chapter 69: Golden City, Collision of Divine Sons (Part 3) Duncan glanced at the barbarians, then at Hegel, silently mentioning ’Grandfather’.
The barbarians suddenly became excited.
Hegel turned his head to look at Duncan, surprisingly showing a hint of emotion.
This is the first clash between Divine Sons.
He could not back down!
The opponent’s expression was too provocative, and if he backed down now, the God of Strength, Kod, might also be displeased.
"Barbarian..."
The young man on the golden chariot smirked mockingly, raising his hand casually to command, "If they won’t move, then crush them."
A group of barbarians.
He seemed to suddenly find amusement, wanting to show Hegel a lesson, as ordinary low dwellers couldn’t capture his interest anymore.
"This guy reminds me of someone."
"Gilgamesh!"
Duncan’s temper was generally good, at least as long as he wasn’t cutting someone, he was reasonable and calm.
Only Gilgamesh and the extremely arrogant son of the Golden King before him could make him want to unleash a beating. In the slang of a past life, this guy was arrogant like an unabashed fool.
But Gilgamesh was a dispossessed dog, unlike the person before him.
A heavy sound of footsteps echoed.
As that arrogant young man rose, the giant elephant in front began to step forward. Its size was approaching that of a mammoth elephant, such enormous creatures frightened nearby commoners into fleeing, while the Golden Battle Group’s guards took aim, gripping their weapons cautiously as Barbarian warriors were foes even they must treat with solemnity.
Grandfather touched ground.
The gleaming axe blade sliced through the stone slabs, sparks flying, but the crowd of barbarians stood their ground, eager and restive.
Their simple brains could not begin to fathom the current situation.
But when it came to fighting, they never hesitated.
Upon Duncan and Hegel, the ’Gods’ Gaze of Furious Spirits’ mark simultaneously glowed faintly, suggesting that the Divine Spirits might very well be watching them.
Hegel took a step forward.
Facing the giant elephant advancing head-on, he approached with bare hands, letting out a shout, jumping up to grab its tusks forcefully, and with a dull thud, this enormous beast was subdued by sheer Barbaric Power, its mountain-like frame staggering, causing its forelegs to involuntarily kneel.
The surrounding area was in an uproar!
This mammoth elephant was subjugated by Hegel’s Barbaric Power, the terrifying force shattering the stone slabs, almost flipping the golden chariot behind it, where a beautiful dancing girl screamed, and the arrogant young man’s face changed drastically, standing up in rage.
Roar!
From behind the Golden Battle Group, an exceptionally majestic golden lion leaped forth. Standing approximately two to three meters at the shoulder and nearly ten meters long, this ancient beast of prey roared, clearing over ten meters as it leapt over the Golden Battle Group, seemingly intent on attacking Hegel who was suppressing the giant elephant.
At that moment, Duncan silently stepped forward!
Bang.
A clean, swift punch.
The majestic golden lion let out a wail amid a resounding crash, felled by Duncan’s punch, followed by Duncan’s figure jumping up, stomping on the lion’s head, forcing it onto the ground, echoing a big cat-like lament.
As for Hegel, he might casually thrash around normally, but faced with outsiders, sorry, they were all barbarians.
"Calm down! Big cat!"
Grandfather gleamed with bloody cold light beneath the sun, as Duncan nonchalantly set Grandfather down, resting it on the gold lion’s neck, causing it to instantly become compliant, whimpering softly without daring to struggle further.
What nonsense about the Golden King’s offspring!
The King of Kings is here.
Hegel then turned back, looking at Duncan beside him, exchanging a glance that signified mutual understanding.
This was a clash of heroes from the Mythical Era!
They absolutely couldn’t lose face.
At this moment.
Hegel held the tusks and felled the mammoth elephant before him, while Duncan stomped on the powerful golden lion, lifting the heavy Grandfather onto his shoulder with a proud gaze fixed on the flustered son of the Golden King rising before them.
A Legendary Hero from the Northern Land, a King of Kings descending in human form!
In the streets of the Golden City.
Though it was a bright day with shining sun, the haughty young man couldn’t help but feel a daunting pressure.
The barbarians around had already drawn weapons, forming a battle formation somewhat reminiscent of Roman warriors.
Crete grasping a Dwarf heavy shield in one hand, Skull Shattering Warhammer in the other, ready to defend against enemy arrows and spears at any moment.
Life or death, no fear, just do it!
Once frenzy kicks in.
They would boldly attempt to chop a Divine Spirit with an axe.