Seeing Vastaya appearing on an offensive posture, Nethers leaned his cane heavily on the ground. While stirring up the yellow sand, the cloth strips wrapped on it also fell down, revealing a sharp long-handled battle axe.

"You want to challenge the Ascenator? I am your God." Nathers's voice was calm, as if he was explaining a fact.

"I've always wanted to kill a god and try it."

Sussace laughed loudly, and the loud noise disappeared into the endless yellow sand.

This cavalry hunter has a surprising appetite. He came from the carnivorous beast tribe from the east to Shurima to look for opportunities and challenges, and will never miss any opportunity to fight for fun. Hunting a strong enemy is his pursuit.

As he said that, he danced his weapons, showing off the rune emblem and hanging skeleton spoils on it, and slapped his bright red breastplate with the back of his knife.

"This knife was found in the ancient tomb in the endless plains. The ancient warrior holding this knife wore this armor on the bone rack, which made me take it off. His size is about the same as yours. I will kill you with your weapons."

"You can't infuriate me."

He angered the other party with words to reveal his flaws. Nathus knew what the other party was planning. He strode forward and took advantage of the length of the weapon to launch a first attack. He swung the long-handled battle axe down into the air and slashed a long arc straight into Sussace's head.

The leader hunter raised his shield and splashed out several shattered scales. At the same time, the machete slashed at his intercosal gap, separated by Nathus with an axe handle.

The two's first encounter ended in a tie.

Nathus is reexamining the opponent in front of him. Not only did Susassace open his mouth, he is also a warrior with superb strength and skills, and his weapons and armor are enough to compete with him. Especially his braided hair, the braided talisman contained the ancient magic that Nathus was very familiar with, which made him feel unable to start.

"Are you just that little bit of your ability? God, or have you forgotten how to fight in confusion?"

Sussace lowered the chassis and bent his knees to rush forward. The machete cut a wound on Nass' reflexive leg. Nass poked the end of the handle of the axe, causing Sussace to fall into the yellow sand at his feet. Then the bronze axe fell down, and the sea-blue gems drank the sun.

This blow caused a gap of more than one meter deep to be smashed into the sand. The splashed yellow sand was like spraying mist, but it did not cut Susassace off in the waist.

He rolled on the sand, avoiding the guillotine-like axe, and his agility was far beyond the limit of his huge body. Then he turned over and got up, rushed towards Nethers again, and the blade slashed at the golden armor beside the latter.

Nass did not retreat, but slammed Sussace repeatedly at Sussace. The machete was lifted out of the axe handle. Sussace pushed the shield onto Nass' first strike, but was hit by the next strike and his long-haired body. At the same time, his machete cut off Nass' shoulder without leaving any effort and split the gold-burned armor.

The hairs stained with blood splattered, the flesh and blood like stones collapsed, the two soldiers moved, the sunlight reflected by the blade and the axe was extremely dazzling, and the ancient steel emitted green sparks in the friction with the blade.

Both of them were bloody and gasping. Sussace took a step back and opened the distance, and Nathus stepped forward and slashed the battle axe. The leader hunter blocked the knife with his shield, but the force of the chopping made him kneel on both knees.

This posture made the hunter feel humiliated. Sussace's legs were straightened, and the teethed shield hit Nathers' face. He took advantage of the moment that Nathers could not see it and stabbed him in the abdomen.

"Wild." The whisper of the wolf god came through the shield.

Not only why, Sussace felt his right hand suddenly became weak.

A strange fragrance floated out of the air for no reason, and then he saw a flower of death spinning in front of him along a lavender-colored trajectory. Then his fingers began to twist and deform, and his skin was no longer full as if withered, and it was wrinkled and pressed against his knuckles, and his muscles did not fly.

The strange symptoms extended to the entire arm holding the knife. Sussace's machete weakly pierced Nathers's hard skin, and only cut a hole through inertia and then slid from his hand.

Looking at his completely useless arm, Sussace was shocked and angry, and the next scene made him forget the pain.

The emerald light began to accumulate in the body of the god, and the scorching light flowed through his body along the forked veins. The sand on the ground rose into the air, surrounding Nathus, and his body gradually stood up, revealing his true body shape.

"If it weren't for those stolen magic, you wouldn't have lived now." God's voice roared in his ears.

Sussace refocused his eyes on Nathers, and the black blood stopped flowing. The magic from the sun healed his wounds. The reconstructed skin could not see the scars, exuding a sparkling vitality. The armor of gold and bronze flowed in the air, returning to the position and patching it together, and was brand new like smooth beeswax.

He felt that the mysterious energy that created this creature was surging like waves, sweeping his eyes.

Sussace couldn't help but burst into tears. Such a life existence is a shock itself. No legendary depiction and portrayal can accurately record the true power and majesty of the god warriors.

He threw away the reflex machete in his hand and waited for death. In front of this burly monster, weapons were useless.

"The tiny and ignorant mortals want to challenge God's will." Nathus's voice echoed between every grit: "I have broken through the hosts, shook the city, and fought against this world countless years ago. Do you think you can stop me?"

As Nathus's arm fell, a large amount of yellow sand swept Sussace into the vortex. A small salon wrapped every dimension of his body, and while rotating at high speed, it made a dentate sound of bone grinding.

This unimaginable cutting pain made everyone in the Sand Draw Gang lower their heads, grit their teeth, and lie on the sand and tremble.

Kahn silently watched the sandstorm's tornado narrowing visible to the naked eye until he finally reached a limit and lost his magic to maintain it. The rotating yellow sand was no longer bound by centrifugal force, and fell straight into the sand like Soonsa's sand waterfall.

The yellow sand fell, and Sussace's life also came to an end of nothingness. The former leader of the Sand Drawing Gang was no longer there, and any trace of existence was polished by the yellow sand.

Only the reversal scimitar is left.

Nathers picked it up, and for the mortal, the huge machete was like a toy in his hand.

This scimitar was once a weapon of an ascenator, but without injecting the ascenator's original power, the knife would only maintain this size.

"Do you want it?" Nathers asked Kahn with a knife and lowered his head.
Chapter completed!