Chapter 13: The Troll Chieftain of Burning Blood

Chapter 13: The Troll Chieftain of Burning Blood

His breathing was steady, each inhalation building power for the next round of attack, each exhalation releasing this power in the most precise way.

Surrounded by dozens of trolls, Owen remained unflustered.

He moved nimbly among their attacks, his body swaying with each dodge like a leaf floating in the wind, yet always finding the safest foothold.

His attacks were rhythmic, striking at the moments when the trolls least expected, without any superfluous motion, each hit fatal.

Finally, as the last troll fell at Owen's feet, there was not a trace of disarray on him.

He didn't relax, aware that the highest rank among trolls, the diamond-tier, had yet to appear.

He clenched his fists, his eyes vigilantly scanning the surroundings.

Suddenly, a sinister aura spread, a powerful oppression enveloping the battlefield.

At that moment, a towering figure emerged from the darkness.

Over twice the height of a normal person, with muscles solid and powerful like a moving mountain.

His face was ferocious, his eyes gleaming with a fierce light, like a savage beast.

This troll chieftain wore a tattered iron armor, covered with bloodstains and scratches.

A thick iron chain was tied around his waist, adorned with several skulls that clacked ominously.

In his hand, he held a massive battle axe, its blade sharp and emitting a cold light.

The appearance of the troll chieftain brought a dead silence to the battlefield.

His presence was like a violent storm, suffocating.

His eyes revealed cruelty and mercilessness, as if he was the embodiment of the Grim Reaper, ready to devour all life.

"Bastard of dragons? Dare to lay hands on our great trolls?" The troll's voice was thunderous, Owen could see the sound waves emanating from his shouts.

Nikol suddenly burst out from the outskirts of Windshadow Forest, standing beside Owen:

"Scoundrel, how dare you not show respect upon seeing us, the saints of dragons?"

The troll chieftain laughed uproariously, his laughter deafening:

"Saint of dragons? Your dragons haven't produced a saint for thousands of years. Now, you grab just anyone to fill the role? Do you think I, Gna, am easily frightened?"

Gna laughed even more heartily, the iron chain around his neck clinking crisply as he shook with mirth. Follow current novels at novelhall.com)

Nikol, seeing Gna insult Owen, was instantly enraged.

He clenched the long sword in his hand, his eyes flashing with resolute light.

Grinding his teeth, he spoke with firmness, "You despicable beast, how dare you insult my friend! Today, I will make you pay!"

Owen stopped Nikol, a slight smile on his face.

His skin became even harder, as if covered by a thick layer of armor.

His muscles swelled, each one filled with berserk power.

As Gna's anger burned, his blood too began to change.

It turned bright red like blood gems, shimmering with dazzling light.

The energy in his blood intensified, seeming like an endless force surging within him.

Gna's body emitted a strong oppressive aura, his presence becoming more ferocious and terrifying.

His eyes turned blood red, revealing a crazed, murderous intent.

His teeth became sharper, like swords.

With his blood burning, Gna's abilities were greatly enhanced.

His speed increased dramatically, each movement stirring up a gale.

His strength also grew significantly stronger than before.

Owen, witnessing Gna's transformation, couldn't help but feel a shock.

Nikol, seeing this, immediately panicked.

He shouted a warning to Owen:

"This creature has learned the trolls' forbidden technique, burning his blood to increase his power. Now, Gna's strength has tripled. Be careful."

"Saint, if you can't win, you must retreat. Don't force the fight."

Nikol harbored thoughts of retreat, doubting his ability to secure a victory against a berserk diamond-tier troll.

Erin's face turned pale, her playful and cute demeanor replaced by fear.

Clenching her fists in front of her chest, she seemed to be praying for Owen.

"Saint, should we retreat and call for reinforcements?" she suggested.

At this moment, Gna, with eyes red as blood gems, opened his mouth wide in a furious roar: "Run? Now you want to run – it's too late!"

"You all will die!!!"

Owen, calm and focused, showed no fear, his eyes sparkling.

Suddenly, his entire body began to radiate an intense light.

This light, as dazzling as gold, was filled with a holy and majestic aura.

The golden holy light emanating from Owen illuminated the entire battlefield.

Where the light touched, the air seemed to become pure, and a peaceful atmosphere spread.

Gna, struck by Owen's golden holy light, immediately felt an irresistible pressure.

His skin began to turn charred, as if scorched by flames.

His blood started to boil uncontrollably, causing intense pain to spread throughout his body.