In the next instant, the tall, burly man swung the blood-colored battle axe in his hand at the God of Conspiracy. The speed of his swings was so fast, like a storm, that it was impossible to discern the shape of the battle axe in his hands. Facing his attack, the God of Conspiracy had no ability to counterattack, only able to clumsily defend.
For he was now facing another being with strong divine power, Tempus, known as the King of War. What seemed like an ordinary chop of his axe was actually filled with endless variations. A slight distraction, and he would be hacked to pieces on the spot. The title of the foremost duelist in Felen was not bragged about but earned with each swing of his battle axe.
Shylock's act of ambush was akin to poking a hornet's nest. Setting aside whether the Lady of Strategy was his illegitimate daughter, she was one whom the King of War had personally picked and groomed as the seedling for the War God Faction's future Path of War.
