Chapter 428: The Demigod Axse

“Could it be a powerful warrior sent by the Werewolf tribe from the Rocky Hills in the northwest?”
King Charles of the North knew best about the situation around Celt. At first glance, he recognized the assassin as Red Arrow, one of the two legendary wanderers of the werewolves—the Desert Predator.
Wanderers were a unique class that combined elements of thieves and assassins, along with some hunter skills. They typically appeared among humanoid creatures with low intelligence but wild instincts—creatures that were tough yet easy to deal with. Examples included goblin wanderers, ogre wanderers, and swamp wanderers.
They were experienced scouts, the eyes of their groups, and excellent hunters, with exceptional survival skills in the wild. Usually, when facing humans in the wild, they would disguise themselves as bandits to plunder human caravans.
However, since humans lacked many suitable candidates for this role, and elves had innate racial advantages that gave them stronger survival skills in the wild, they didn’t need to learn these skills—let alone the robust orcs.
Moreover, their diverse abilities meant they were mediocre in everything. It was quite easy to defeat them by targeting their weaknesses.
Thus, this class, which couldn’t even be considered a proper class system, never became one of the mainstream warrior classes like swordsmen, warriors, archers, or hunters. Only a few adventurers had abilities similar to theirs, but they still didn’t use the title of “wanderer” for this inferior race.
So, it made sense for one of the two legendary werewolf wanderers to appear here!
As the only human kingdom in the North, Celt already had a true god-level warrior. If another powerful demigod emerged now, the other races around Celt would likely lose their place to survive!
The werewolf tribes living between the orcs and Celt were certainly not fools. Worshiping their werewolf god, they were not part of any benevolent faction. To them, humans were not only food and plunder targets but also a major threat.
With a population of 300,000, the werewolves also had more than two legendary warriors. Naturally, they wouldn’t allow a human kingdom to grow stronger and gradually oppress their living environment.
But the fact that they could arrive so quickly must mean there were other powerful forces at work in the background!
As for the identity of the opponent, it was almost self-evident.

Who else, besides the Lord of Dawn who has been repeatedly defeated by the Celts, would go to such lengths to cause trouble for them? Upon hearing the King of the North say this, those present quickly understood the connection. Thus, it was easy to guess the identity of the other legendary warrior similar to an assassin present, and some speculations also arose regarding the identity of that legendary axe warrior. Within a short while, one of the first three legends to appear was killed; not only were the remaining two anxious, but even the hidden spies around them grew restless, and two more legends emerged. After all, they shared the same goal and could not allow these two fighting warriors to be killed as well. If the powerful warriors guarding the target became free, their only option would be to flee in panic! Besides the enemies already shown, there might be even more malicious ones lurking in the shadows. After all, during the process of igniting the divine fire, the growing power of the laws would act like a lighthouse in the darkness, attracting malicious entities. A legendary warrior on the verge of becoming a demi-god is most vulnerable when igniting the divine fire—both his divinity and his treasures are valuable assets for any demi-god, and even more so for those legends with insufficient or no divinity, as it provides an easy path to immortality. Not to mention those enemies who had already received news and were prepared! Carlisle, who had been in the New Realm for over a hundred years, guessed the opponent’s identity with just one glance. “Black-skinned ones from underground? Haha! It’s been a long time since I last met old friends…” With a loud laugh, Carlisle, who had just defeated the werewolf rogue, immediately took on the dark elf legendary warrior, launching a sword strike at him. The dark elf legendary warrior, dodging the blood-red sword strike, fought back using his swift movements. After a few exchanges, he recognized some familiar fighting styles and recalled a rumor. “Are you the Demon Sword Carlisle?”… The city where this dark elf legendary warrior lived was located far from Scorpion Flower City, but most large settlements of dark elves maintained communication. They had heard of the only human among Scorpion Flower City’s powerful warriors. What puzzled this legendary warrior was that, according to rumors, this human sword sage was supposed to be a Golden Warrior—how could he have risen to the level of a legendary sword sage in just a few years and even reach the strength of a peak legend?

While the Dark Elf warrior was puzzled, the battle situation on the other side was also turning grim. Although the invaders outnumbered them, they couldn’t match the formidable strength of the Dalaran side—Nod’zdom alone held off three legends, while Carlisle swiftly killed one legendary rogue in just a few moves. Though rogues have always been a relatively weak class among peers, this was still enough to intimidate everyone! After all, the opposing side still had a true god warrior who hadn’t yet intervened! At that moment, the tall legend clad in a black cloak and wielding a war club, who had fought alongside the Dark Elf warrior, unleashed a powerful shockwave that even pushed back the legendary dragon Nod’zdom by several steps. “Aren’t you going to fight? Are you waiting for us all to be dealt with?” His roar was so loud it hurt people’s ears. The tall legend simply tore off his obstructive cloak, revealing his true form: rough bronze-colored skin, a ten-foot-tall muscular body like a mountain of flesh, and most astonishingly, two monstrous heads on his shoulders. “A two-headed orc wizard?” Chikofelt’s voice came from the mage tower, reaching the ears of those below. Orc wizards were already rare—leaders and wise ones among orc tribes—let alone two-headed orc wizards. It wasn’t surprising they could become legendary warriors. Their strength lay in having the formidable physical combat skills of ordinary orcs along with the spellcasting abilities of wizards, making them natural masters of both magic and combat. Though orc spells lacked the diversity of human mage spells, their power was no less than that of spells of the same level. No wonder such beings could withstand the attacks of legendary dragons. Hearing the roar of the legendary two-headed orc wizard, another dozen powerful warriors emerged from the forest. Even the weakest among them was at the gold-tier elite level, while the pressure emanating from the two leaders made legends like Carlisle feel overwhelmed—they were actually two demigods! This was the reason these people dared to attack a target protected by a true god! “So they’ve finally shown up? The people of the Church of the Dawn Lord!” The King of the North turned his gaze toward the two demigods at the forefront. “Great King of the North, I, Axel, your servant, pay my respects to you!” said a handsome young man dressed in a magnificent and elegant robe first. “The honorable Dawn Lord truly cares about the affairs of my realm, Selt—sending people here every time something happens!”

Hearing King Charles of the North’s mocking words, the demigod Axie smiled slightly. Unperturbed, he spoke in a very amiable tone, “His Majesty Ivan said that if King Charles of the North can return to the capital and ignore what happened today, then our minor disputes with Celt will be forgotten!”
“Did His Majesty Ivan really say that?”
Charles pretended to hesitate as if tempted, but in reality he was just buying time.
Soon, the demigod Axie noticed this and continued to persuade him, “Your Majesty, please think it over carefully! After all, you are not only a true god but also the king of Celt. Could you really bear to see this country destroyed by relentless war?”
“Hahahahaha…”
After hearing these words, Charles remained silent for a moment before bursting into laughter.
“Is this a threat? If you Sendorians are confident enough to defeat us Celt, you would have already launched an attack. Why bother with such nonsense?”
Upon hearing this, Axie’s amiable expression remained unchanged, but a sharp glint appeared in his eyes.
“Your Majesty Charles, do you not intend to live in peace and instead want to start a war?”
King Charles of the North immediately retorted, “Didn’t the war begin as soon as you started coveting Celt’s territory and planning to invade?”
Axie merely snorted in response, refusing to argue.
“Then let’s fight and see who will laugh last!”
With that, he first emitted endless light, enveloping King Charles, the true god.
Although he had become a new true god, Charles still didn’t dare underestimate those powerful demigods, especially since there were two of them. After all, he was here in his true form, unlike other true gods who traveled in avatars. Even if he were defeated, it wouldn’t cause much damage to his true form—only a loss of some power at most.
But if his true form were harmed, it would be a very troublesome situation.
“Warden, why aren’t you attacking yet?”
The Warden, the strongest prison guardian who resembled a kind elder, nodded at his subordinates, who then attacked from their positions, instantly surrounding King Charles and their demigod Axie.
“Light!”
“Purgatory!”

Led by the warden, along with three other legendary prison commanders, each wielding a silver device shaped like a book, they released a sacred glow with the support of their subordinates behind them, creating a powerful restraining field. However, the target of this restraint was not the true god, King Charles of the Northlands, but rather the demigod Axel.