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Ethan’s veins coursed with the essence of Golden Divine Dragon Blood, a lineage considered elite even among the dragon kind. 

What made this even more significant was that, following his experiences in the Dragon Garden, the Golden Divine Dragon Blood within Ethan had been purified to the quality of the original strains.

As a result, Ethan’s physical prowess had reached the realms of Metamorphosis, or perhaps even Divinization.

Yet, in his combat with Sebastian, Ethan felt not a shred of advantage. 

On the contrary, Sebastian seemed effortlessly superior, managing to combat two opponents without showing any signs of strain.

lightsΝοvεl ƈοm Luther experienced a similar revelation. 

He found that his sword aura, which he wielded with pride, seemed like a mere toy in Sebastian’s presence, utterly incapable of breaching his defenses.

The crux of the matter lay in Sebastian’s techniques, which were imbued with an air of mythological times.

With a furrowed brow, Luther suddenly exclaimed in realization, “Have you inherited the legacy of the War God Tribe?”

“The War God Tribe?” Ethan echoed, slightly taken aback.

Sebastian’s eyebrows arched slightly as he responded casually, “To think someone still remembers the name of the War God Tribe. You, young man, have quite the extraordinary background.”

Luther, who had been cradled to sleep with divine artifacts since childhood, naturally had an uncommon heritage.

Ethan, still slightly stunned, couldn’t help but ask, “The War God Tribe, what is that?”

Sensing that Sebastian’s desire to attack wasn’t particularly strong, and with a mind to buy time for both of them to devise a strategy, Luther began to explain slowly, 

“In the distant epoch of myths, there existed a group of warriors, fearless and valiant. They were known as the War God Tribe. This tribe had a heritage of battle techniques and wisdom that spanned millennia, passed down from generation to generation, forging a formidable force.”

“The origins of the War God Tribe trace back to the dawn of creation, reportedly founded by a great deity. At the height of their power, every member of this tribe possessed strength that could rival that of deities.”

“Is it really that strong?” Ethan’s eyes widened in disbelief.

Luther remained silent, but Sebastian’s melodious voice filled the air, “Strength is not always a blessing. The War God Tribe’s decline was perhaps due to their excessive power.”

“Indeed,” Luther added, picking up where Sebastian left off, “As times changed, the energy from the dawn of creation was consumed entirely by the various deities. The War God Tribe, having hoarded most of these resources, naturally faced the resistance of other deities.”

Sebastian gazed at the sky, where a hint of dawn was breaking. 

What should have been a scene full of vitality was marred by the resentment on his face: “The War God Tribe began to be hunted and slaughtered. The various Gods of War were decimated and returned to the earth and heavens. That era was steeped in blood and fire, a tragic chapter in the history of the War God Tribe.”

Luther’s mouth twitched slightly, as if wanting to say, “Finish your story, don’t interrupt me.” 

But he held back, fearing Sebastian’s violent outburst and depriving them of a breathing space. 

Seeing Sebastian pause, Luther continued, “In that era, all deity tribes struggled. The War God Tribe especially suffered, being hunted to near extinction, leaving almost no complete legacy behind. I never imagined encountering a descendant of the War God Tribe here…”

Luther’s emotions were complex, not so much mourning the fall of the War God Tribe, but reflecting on the nature of the Deityforsaken Land. 

It was indeed a proving ground for the mighty, where only the strongest could survive or escape.

“Alright, have you rested enough?” Sebastian looked towards Ethan and Luther, “If so, let’s continue.”

Luther and Ethan exchanged a determined look, understanding that they must defeat Sebastian today or else face no chance of escape.

This time, Sebastian took the initiative, advancing with his body wreathed in black mist. 

A dark long sword materialized in his hand.

Luther’s heart raced at this sight, realizing the completeness of Sebastian’s War God Tribe inheritance, mastering even weaponry.

His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he roared a warning to Ethan, “Be careful, the War God Tribe is proficient in all kinds of weapons.”

As Luther spoke, Sebastian’s sword was already bearing down on him. 

Luther countered with the Heart of Fragmentation, resulting in a tremendous clang as if gold and stone were colliding.

The long sword, conjured from black mist, could actually withstand a divine artifact. 

A wild laugh escaped Sebastian’s lips, 

“The War God Tribe not only hones the body but also masters various weapons and undergoes rigorous mental training… With such perfection, how could you possibly defeat me? Today, you are destined to die.”

“You cannot overpower the War God Tribe!!!”

“The War God Tribe is invincible!!!!”

While speaking, Sebastian’s movements never slowed. 

The dark sword in his hand whirled fiercely, deploying various techniques effortlessly, each strike aimed at Luther’s vital points.

Fortunately, Luther was a master swordsman himself, matching Sebastian blow for blow.

Ethan’s eyelids twitched wildly as he finally understood why the War God Tribe was targeted by various deities.

Such a perfect race should not exist in the world.

If given time, wouldn’t the War God Tribe potentially dominate the entire universe?

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His Dragonblade radiated dragon aura, clashing fiercely with Sebastian.

Sebastian, splitting his attention, conjured a long knife from the enveloping black mist and engaged Ethan in battle.

The three intertwined in the air, their swords, knives, and spears flashing relentlessly. 

Each strike carried the power to annihilate everything around them, ripping the ground asunder.

Luther swung his sword fiercely, creating whirlwinds with lightning-fast blade light slicing through the air. 

Sebastian fearlessly met him head-on, wielding his black spear in a hard-fought confrontation.

Their collision generated deafening metallic clangs, with sparks flying in every direction. 

The clash of their powers twisted the surrounding air.

The most despairing aspect for Ethan was that Sebastian still had spare energy to combat him.

Sebastian moved like a phantom across the battlefield, the sound of blade against blade echoing incessantly. 

Their moves grew faster and sharper, each attack startlingly perilous.

While Sebastian and Ethan fared relatively well, Luther suffered greatly. 

Ethan’s body, powered by the Golden Divine Dragon Blood, was constantly regenerating. 

Sebastian, with the inheritance of the God of War, possessed unyielding spirit and seemingly inexhaustible strength, as if he would never tire.

Luther, though a lifelong swordsman who also trained his body, couldn’t compare to these two.

Quickly, he found himself at a disadvantage in his struggle with Sebastian, increasing Ethan’s pressure immensely.

“Have you found Sebastian’s weakness yet?” Luther’s voice echoed in Ethan’s mind.

Ethan felt a bitter helplessness as he responded, “The inheritance of the God of War is indeed formidable. I can only manage to restrain him, but to kill him… it’s very difficult.”

Silence fell between the two.

Sebastian’s eyes sparkled menacingly as he swung his black sword, slicing across Luther’s chest. 

Blood instantly sprayed out, painting a beautiful yet tragic arc in the air.

“Still using Soul Whisper in combat, how annoying!” Sebastian sneered, his hostility flickering.

Luther’s face turned pale, feeling the sword aura wreaking havoc on his wound, relentlessly impeding his body’s healing.

“I can only release [Incandescent Heart] now; this is my final card. If you can’t find Sebastian’s weakness, we’re done for,” Luther declared resolutely, his voice echoing in Ethan’s mind, laden with grim determination.

Ethan’s gaze intensified, fixating on Sebastian. 

At that moment, Luther unleashed his energy from Heart of Fragmentation.

“Heart of Fragmentation, aid me in my imperfection. [Incandescent Heart], domain unfold!”

Sebastian’s eyes widened in shock, exclaiming, “A domain?”

He attempted to slip away like an elusive eel, but the sword aura and the domain were faster. 

A blinding incandescent light enveloped Sebastian, obscuring any view of the interior from Ethan.

Noticing Ethan’s momentary daze, Luther roared, “Ethan, what are you doing? The rest is up to you now.”

Ethan stood motionless, the world around him seemingly coming to a halt. 

The wind ceased, the birds fell silent, and even time appeared to freeze…

His mind churned with every detail of their battle with Sebastian. 

How Sebastian used his fists and feet, his mastery of the sword, his proficiency with the spear…

Ethan felt detached from the world, with visions of the battle against Sebastian, himself, and Luther unfolding before him. 

He could scrutinize every moment, every detail of their confrontation.

No weakness, no weakness to be found…

Ethan meticulously reviewed the battle over and over, yet found not a single weakness in Sebastian. 

His mental fortitude was unyielding, even withstanding Ethan’s attempts at soul attacks. 

His mastery of weapons was unparalleled, skillfully wielding swords, spears, and halberds as extensions of his own limbs. 

His stamina seemed boundless, facing the onslaught of two opponents without showing any hint of vulnerability…

Sebastian was a paragon of perfection, a true embodiment of a God of War.

But suddenly, Ethan paused, his heart skipping a beat as he noticed a crucial detail that he had missed before.

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