Tap-tap! Tap!
The Egyptian warriors around had begun to strike their shields, forming a path in front to guide Aaron onto the platform.
Aaron took a deep breath, flexed his hands and feet, and cautiously moved forward.
This doesn't look at all like the behavior of a priest's guard—it's completely inexperienced.
However, Ester didn't show any signs of doubt. He raised his axe and twisted his neck, looking fierce.
"Give me your name!"
"I am Ester! The messenger of Sekhmet! The warrior of Horus!"
Marrum furrowed his brow and clenched his fists.
The Egyptians were good at everything except their habit of referring to the Pharaoh as Horus, which really irked him.
Aaron had already ascended the platform, standing with a conservative stance, holding a shield in his right hand and a sword in his left, slightly bending forward.
With his toes slowly tiptoeing up, he was already prepared to dodge to the right at any moment.
That was the endpoint of the enemy's chopping trajectory.
If the roll was executed properly, the backswing's cut would land on the enemy's waist, hips, or tendons, significantly impairing their ability to move.
"Aaron Wil, well, I don't have any titles."
Ester waited for Aaron to finish his name before he smiled ferociously and flipped his giant ax with one hand, slashing towards Aaron.
His swinging speed was naturally no match for Marrum, and considering the fish his father had thrown at him yesterday that he had evaded, in Aaron's eyes, Ester's attack seemed even weak and lacked strength, not even comparable to the girls throwing flowers onto the stage from below at the Theban playhouse.
With his body forward, his right shoulder exerting force, he rolled quickly by relying on the friction of the ground caused by the impact of the shield.
His waist sank down, already into a half-crouch position after the flip, before his left sword was already slashing backward as soon as he landed.
Thwack!
Ester's axe landed first, creating a depression in the platform's ground.
Following that, his massive body staggered forward a few steps and clutched his lower back.
There was a wound Aaron had cut there, but fortunately it hadn't damaged an artery, and the bleeding was not excessive.
Nor had it damaged Ester's pelvis or thigh muscles.
Aaron's heart grew fierce, recalling the scene of him jumping directly onto the wild horse's back in Chahutei. Without realizing it, his body bounded up, and his left sword, like a nail, was aimed at Ester's neck.
He wanted to strike with his shield, but seeing that both he and his opponent were bald, he slowed down his hand.
The long sword pierced through the flesh above Ester's shoulder blade, only to be slid off by Ester's shoulder as if there were some soft fur or smooth scales there.
Which caused Aaron to lose his balance and fall directly onto Ester's back.
The long sword fell out of his hand, so he could only adapt quickly, wrapping his left hand around Ester's neck, and quickly curling and kicking his legs to support his body.
Now with a cushion, he brought his right shield down hard on Ester's head.
Thud! Thud! Thud!
The sharp sound of the strike continued, and Aaron's actions did not cease.
Marrum watched Aaron's expression with great vigilance. Good, just tired, still panting.
There is no indication that the blow has hit him on the head.
I've determined that this thing is a bird with a dog's skin, and it's not a follower of Teragatha or a mixed-believer.
Ester, with blood dripping from the back of his head, did not feel any pain. Instead, he fell backward, pinning Aaron beneath him.
Sekhmet has given him complete painlessness.
In fact, Beilin only blocked some of Ester's neural signals according to needs, which should be the ability of those green fat guys.
Or the little dogs get into a frenzy and become painless, but they can't do that.
So a high-level demon under his direct command went to study the principle of the Nurgle's painless substance by himself for some time and came up with such a useless magical ability.
During those days, the sound of the "All-Transforming Stem" vomiting came from the depths of the labyrinth and never stopped.
Then the master issued an order to prohibit the high-level demon from studying any of Nurgle's spells.
So, he was ordered and redirected to come to this point in time, which knew nothing about the future, and try to find some clues from Teragatha.
The high-level demon of C'Thang will also exploit the serfs under his command when he seriously pursues his scholarly research.
In reality, Aaron was pinned beneath Ester.
Now he couldn't break free, and even if the early operation was very good, when it failed to cause effective damage, it was difficult to change the situation.
He had to give up the idea of winning and focus on the initial goal.
That is, to make Ester release the demon's power from his body.
He simply threw away his shield, pulled a nail from his waist, which was quite suitable for stabbing people in terms of shape and size.
"Brother, forgive me for using this gift in this way."
Aaron muttered to himself, and the nail in his hand aimed at Ester's eye socket.
His body was hit several times, and it took several shots to go in.
At this moment, the people on the stands were dumbfounded, not making a sound. The only noise in the arena was Ester's roar.
How did it suddenly turn out like this?
They originally thought that Aaron had no defense against Ester, and that it was fine to dodge a few attacks. It was just a matter of time before the unstoppable Ester would chop his head off.
But they didn't expect that this young bald man's response was truly excellent. He was the first opponent to cause harm to Ester.
But, well, they had all witnessed the divine aura surrounding Ester. Once infuriated by this Rhinoceros Lizard, he would unleash power far exceeding that of a human.
"Aah! I can't see, I can't see anymore!"
"Sekhmet, I've found your target!"
Ester roared, saying that Sekhmet had brought him here to kill a person, saying that destiny would push the target into his path as an enemy.
This person would threaten Horus and become the future emperor of humanity.
He must be stopped in advance!
It must be Aaron Wil!
Mythological stories like this, where the protagonist faces a large enemy calmly and squares off against them, isn't this the script?
Ester used to enjoy reading books before he became a priest, and that's how stories write it.
Now, the god is on my side!
Ester suddenly sat up, grabbed Aaron by the neck with his hand and pulled him close.
Aaron only had time to pull out the nail, and he was already hanging in the air.
Damn it, this guy, does he not feel pain?
Know that when Odysseus faced the one-eyed giant, he only needed to deal with one eye!
Aaron, locked by Ester around his throat and lifted high up in the air, did not have the physical condition of his younger brother Chahutei, who could exert power even in the air. But besides feeling a bit suffocated, there was no feeling of about to suffocate or flushed with anger.
Father!
Aaron tried to turn his head to look at his father, Daltet looked affectionately at Anda and fed her with a knife and fork, occasionally lifting the veil to eat some fruit.
It is always unwilling to have physical contact with Daltet.
Alright, one can't rely on one's own father.
Fortunately, what Aaron expected to happen happened right after that.
The eye that Ester was wounded in stopped bleeding, replaced by some pale gray scales instead, flowing out slowly, then congealing, aggregating the damaged eyeballs.
This is it, the demon's power is beginning to manifest. Since it has appeared, it can't escape!
On the stands, Daltet's knife and fork froze in his hand. Sekhmet has given the power of disease and healing to Ester as well? Then what does he himself matter?
Anda, accustomed to lifting the veil again, opened her mouth, waiting for a long time without any fruits being offered.
Oh oh, it seems that the son has achieved his goal; I haven't had enough yet.
Ah, it's a pity that the fruits in Egypt are really delicious.
Since the demon's power has manifested, it's time to get to work.
Anda casually punched Daltet's head, broke it, took his fork, and couldn't waste the food.
This dead faggot, I've been waiting to beat you for a long time.
