Chapter Ninety-Five: The Art of Murder

  "Death is not to be feared." The man kicked the woman's head out with one foot, his eyes staring straight at the Minotaur in front of him: "When we die, we will enter the temple of God, and dying in battle only means that her skills are not yet refined enough. She will continue to hone them in the temple of God until she is reborn into the mortal world."

  "This is how you treat your fallen comrades." The Minotaur looked at the woman's crushed skull and said, "You're really heartless, aren't you? Are all of the God of War's chosen warriors like you? No wonder he would preach such shameless doctrine. Don't people like you have any emotions at all?"

  "A warrior only needs to fight, emotions will only dull the sword." The man said as he charged at the Minotaur again, coordinating with the other three to engage in a fierce battle. Swords and battle-axes clashed from time to time, emitting bright sparks. Having lost one person already made it easier for the Minotaur to fight, and it occasionally tried to grab its opponent's weapon, attempting to repeat the previous killing blow.

  The divine warriors apparently also saw the intention of the Minotaur, and during the battle, they paid close attention to the Minotaur's arms at all times, and accelerated the speed of wielding their weapons. Although this made them pay more physical strength, it also made the Minotaur's plan fall through, and after trying twice in vain, the Minotaur also gave up its intention.

  He parried the long sword of the man again, dodged the long spear beside him, and then the Minotaur suddenly jumped out of the attack range of the four with a loud roar, rushing towards the Black Dragon. The surrounding Council City soldiers who were originally just besieging saw that the Minotaur was being held back by the four Divine Chosen Warriors, so they all rushed towards the unconscious Black Dragon.

  The temptation brought by the dragon slayer made them forget the honor that a warrior must have. Just as they were about to approach the black dragon, the Minotaur who was fighting against the chosen warriors of God noticed this and immediately stopped and returned to the side of the black dragon, cutting off several people who were rushing forward.

  "It's really impossible to be careless." The Minotaur glanced at the black dragon beside him, turned his head and said to the pursuing Divine Warrior: "When will the people of Salute do such a despicable thing? Every day they hang their so-called honor in their mouths, but they will sneak attack people who are unconscious."

  "I am ashamed of their behavior." The man glanced at the surrounding soldiers and said, "But our battle is not over yet. I think they won't do such things again, otherwise they will not be able to enter God's temple after death." The man's words made the surrounding soldiers lower their heads in shame and remain silent. If there was anything that Sart people feared most, it would be this.

  "In fact, I have already won." Suddenly, a loud explosion sounded at the gate of Parliament City, which was the sound of the dwarves blasting open the gate with gunpowder. The Minotaur looked back at the city wall and saw white smoke slowly rising, and laughed as he said: "Now that the Allied Army has entered the city, Azella you supported has already lost."

  "Whether Azela succeeds or fails has nothing to do with me." The man said calmly, "The temple represents the glory of God, and everything that happens in the city is none of our concern. We have simply made the right choice. But this battle concerns the dignity of God, I will not allow the demon who killed the chosen warrior of God to still exist in this world."

  "In that case, there's nothing more to say." The Minotaur swung the axe he had just stained with fresh blood, making it less sticky and assuming a fighting stance. "If this were peacetime, I'd still consider whether or not to offend a god, but fortunately, he can't see what's happening here right now!"

  The Minotaur picked up two long spears stuck in the corpse and threw them at the man. As he threw the spears, the Minotaur also violently kicked back, unleashing a powerful force that created a large crater where he was originally standing. The Minotaur's massive body flew forward due to this force, and a circular barrier appeared around his body, emitting a deafening roar.

  Ha! The long sword in the man's hand danced quickly, swiftly parrying the incoming spear. However, he couldn't immediately return his sword to its original position and could only watch as the axe in the Minotaur's hand swung towards his neck. Just as the battle-axe was about to behead another Chosen Warrior, it was knocked flying by a long spear.

  A divine warrior with a sword and shield, as well as a war hammer, also attacked from the left and right of the Minotaur at this time. The long spear that had knocked open the Minotaur's battle axe also rebounded back to its owner's hand, stabbing straight towards the Minotaur's heart. However, the Minotaur did not give up its intention to attack because its battle axe was knocked open.

  He saw him charge unchanged, only lowering his head, the two horns on the bull's head pierced the man's chest in the next moment, piercing the violently beating heart. With this momentum, the Minotaur continued to ram the man until he reached the other side of the city wall, smashing a huge crack in the wall used for shelter before stopping.

  "This...this is impossible..." A mouthful of blood spurted out from the man's mouth, he stared at his chest in disbelief and said with difficulty: "This...this is armor made of metal bestowed by the gods, how could it be pierced by a mere cow horn?" The other God-chosen warriors who had missed their attacks due to the Minotaur's charge also stood frozen in place. How could the armor forged using the formula given by the War God and infused with fallen stars from the sky be so easily penetrated by a cow horn?

  "This question you can only go to your so-called temple to ask the god of war." The Minotaur pulled his horn out of the man's chest and punched it into the wound, saying: "Although I've always known my horns are hard, I've never used them as a weapon before. You're the first person they've killed."

  The Minotaur pulled his arm out of the man's chest, looked at the heart that had been crushed into a pulp in his hand, and turned to face the three people who were still standing there, saying: "Now you have three people left, have you considered whether or not to surrender? This man should be the strongest among you, without him, it is even more impossible for you three to kill me."

  "Stop joking!" The warrior with the war hammer shouted loudly, raising his weapon and charging towards the Minotaur. The warriors with long spears and sword shields also followed closely behind. Although they had already understood the strength of their opponents, they did not hesitate in the slightest. In their dictionary, there was no word for surrender!

  "I hate enemies who can't be reasoned with." The Minotaur used his battle-axe to deflect the incoming longsword, lifted his left foot and kicked away the warhammer that was attacking from the left side, slightly sidestepped to avoid the long spear that had somehow appeared behind him, saying: "Foolish people who only know how to fight will ultimately have nothing but a dead end!"

  Originally, when there were five people, the Minotaur was only slightly struggling. Now that the strongest man and woman are dead, the remaining three people seem to be at ease in front of the Minotaur. Originally, he had hoped to persuade them to surrender and gain three good fighters, but it seems that a warrior's brain is different from ordinary people.

  After dodging the long spear, the Minotaur suddenly crouched down and swung his axe to sever the left leg of the Divine Warrior who was still charging. Before he even landed, he grabbed the warrior's neck with one hand, snatched the long spear from his grasp and flung it aside, looking at the pained face said: "Don't always think about stabbing others in the back!"

  After finishing, the Minotaur violently pulled out the spine of the Divine Warrior from his body, along with the head that was still bearing a painful expression. The spine looked like some sort of bizarre art piece. All the surrounding Salter Warriors were terrified by this sight; they had never seen such a brutal creature before, not even among monsters which only ate humans.

  "The method of the Iron Blood Warrior." The Minotaur muttered to himself, saying something incomprehensible, holding up the spine in his hand and gazing at the solidified expression of agony on it, the blood-soaked bull head let out a laugh and said: "It's really not a bad choice to use as an art piece, this desperate expression is just too great...and you guys...now there are only two left."

  "Monster!" The God's Chosen Warriors, who had never seen such a cruel way of killing, could no longer maintain their transcendent demeanor. Ferocity and hatred appeared on the faces of the two, anger causing them to seemingly forget all their skills, charging straight at the Minotaur with their weapons in hand. The Iron Hammer God's Chosen even let out a huge roar, venting the fear and anger in his heart...

  A dark shadow flashed by, and the Minotaur had already separated from the two Divine Selection warriors. The Minotaur swung its axe to shake off the bloodstains, turned around, and slowly walked back to stand beside the two motionless figures, saying: "This one looks pretty good as a trophy, so the other one is useless."

  As soon as the Minotaur's voice fell, the war hammer chosen warrior's head flew out, and a blood column sprayed from the neck without a head, forming a beautiful fountain. The sword shield chosen warrior's limbs were instantly shattered from the root, and blood flowed out from them, and painful voices came out of her mouth. She, who was left with only her torso, could only crawl on the ground.

  "Turns out it's a woman after all, I thought it was a long-haired sissy. The Minotaur squatted down to look at the Divine Warrior who was writhing on the ground with green light slowly healing his wounds and said: "Sorry, your chest is really too flat, I couldn't tell."

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