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Chapter 657: Gains and losses

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In a flash, the rays of the midday sun converged over the dazzling golden scepter before exploding out instantaneously!

Witnessing such a scorching resplendent radiance, Hecaosi immediately believed Guarba was about to counterattack. He clutched his eyes and retreated hastily, making a backward roll before adopting a strict guarding stance.

Yet at this precise instance, the sludging remnants of Guarba’s dying zombie beast abruptly lurched towards Mbenga, who was presently gripping his head and trembling excessively.

Sheyan’s breathing froze at this instance. For him to just watch as Mbenga dies before him, was absolutely impossible. Just as he was about to leap out and shield Mbenga, a notion flashed up in his mind.

"If I were Guarba….."

Due to that very notion, Sheyan continued feigning death as he watched as the withering zombie beast swipe towards Mbenga with its claws.

Feeling a severe incoming threat, Mbenga howled crazily and raised his head. Blood was streaming down his eyes, looking as though the primary persona was already bitterly contesting sovereignty of his body against the secondary persona.

Yet within a split second, Mbenga reacted by picking up a pike, before executing an inward roll before thrusting his pike in; instantly puncturing into the remnic core of the zombie beast. It was as though the zombie beast had offered its vital region directly to Mbenga!!

This honed battle tactic was extremely insightful, and Sheyan could grasp the underlying intent that Guarba had for it.

"Indeed, it is so. Since that zombie beast is useless, why not allow a garbage of corpse to fulfill its last value. With Mbenga finishing it off, another portion of grievances, the comrades and kin that perished by the corpse beast then, would dissipate again. As a result, his soul force would weaken once more, and the original master can naturally seize this opportunity to snatch control of his body. The collisions of both personas would lead to the body stagnating. This implies that Guarba wouldn’t need to consider the threat of Mbenga for a period of time. It is truly a well thought up plan!"

"Excluding that, Guarba definitely possess deeper considerations. Since he intends to turn the Gundazan into a puppet, holding the feudal overlord and thereby turning the Coiled Serpent subtribe into his vassal, then undoubtedly, he wishes for both personas to suffer, and the best is for them to degenerate into moronic dimwits! By sacrificing the zombie beast, he would continue to weaken and provide support to the currently weaker primary persona….."

Realizing his misjudgment as he spectated the zombie beast dying, Hecaosi, in turn, wasn’t in a rush to attack. The giant parasitic python on his left arm gradually atrophied and shrank back to the form of an ordinary arm. Meanwhile, that rampant malevolent parasitic python was reduced into a thick cyan vein, that coiled around his left arm.

Hecaosi glanced at Guarba and earnestly urged.

"Come, let me behold the true might of the powerful Sun child! Strike me down, and without this final hindrance, the Coiled Serpent subtribe would completely fall into your hands! Of course, if you fall by my hands, the Sun subtribe will never escape the fate of being devoured by me!"

Guarba stood uprightly under the brilliance of the sun. Revealing an indifferent expression, the golden scepter in his hands continued sparkling. His herculean frame issued an imposing pressure, as he replied with a certain ridicule.

"Frankly speaking, I ought to inform you of something. The bloodline of the Bayin clan has already been severed with the death of the old Gundazan. The person standing before you isn’t the descendant of the old Gundazan. Therefore, even if you managed to kill me today, fostering this illegitimate puppet would not yield you any miracles."

Upon listening to Guarba’s words, the tormented, head-clutching Mbenga shuddered a little. Instead, Hecaosi disdainfully replied.

"Ho, Guarba, your words are akin to stinking toxic of a rotten toad ovum. Do you think I’d believe you?"

Guarba caressed his bald head and burst into hearty laughter.

"If the blood flowing within your Gundazan’s veins truly belongs to the Bayin clan, how would that blood curse be trapped within for so many years?"

Hecaosi scoffed callously.

"The old Gundazan was stronger and wiser than you, Guarba. Do you really think he would acknowledge an heir that isn’t of his own bloodline? That year, the old Gundazan left behind his dying words in the presence of the entire tribe, and prophesied that his son would inevitably return and claim the throne of Gundazan once again!

Guarba replied insipidly.

"You aren’t wrong. The old Gundazan was truly mightier and wiser than me, but, he was also older! To a male, the inability of impregnating the bosom of a woman is an extraordinary shame and humiliation…...would he divulge such a secret? Facing that illegitimate child, the old Gundazan chose to cower into the ground like an earthworm, choosing to remain silent instead of bluntly executing him."

Hecaosi’s pupils shrank slightly.

"Do you think I’m dumb? The bloodline of the Bayin clan only awakens at a later time, it is a stark difference from your Huajin clan, whose bloodline would awaken rapidly under the radiance of the sun. The mystical powers of the Bayin bloodline can only be awakened under the constant tempering of starlight and moonlight."

Guarba refuted with a contemptuous tone.

"Is that so? I really despise fools who think they know the truth after touching on a tiny slice. Then do you know? Any warrior who carries the divine bloodline, is engraved with the divine insignia on their backs?"

With that single question, Hecaosi’s eyes reflexively twitched a little, before gazing towards the anguished Mbenga!

However, Hecaosi was clueless that Guarba was merely spewing a bunch of garbage. All his lies had momentarily provided him an opportunity to replenish some strength.

Within several short fleeting seconds, Guarba’s herculean frame was already soaring through the air. In this moment, the large lion head painted on Guarba’s right shoulder pelt, appeared like it was alive and roaring. The scorching sun formed his backdrop, as its blinding rays grazed in like a million flaming arrows; piercing and burning Hecaosi’s eyes. The fur of the lion pelt prestigiously fluttered, exhibiting a vibrant dazzle analogous to that of a gold plate.

The shadow of Guarba’s massive frame was soon cast over Hecaosi’s entire body. As the sunrays continued mercilessly dazzling Hecaosi’s eyes, all Hecaosio could view was a field of blinding whiteness!

While pouncing in, Guarba nimbly spun his golden scepter with his incredibly deft fingers.

According to common sense, such a heavy blunt weapon should be wielded with two hands. Instead in Guarba’s fingers, it was as though the golden scepter had sentience, and was being pleasurably frolicked by his fingers.

Eventually, the golden scepter appeared like a whirling golden sphere that spun unceasingly, beaming out sharp rays that radiated in bright contrast to the sunlight; thoroughly cauterizing Hecaosi’s pupils.

Hecaosi released a muffled groan and had already shut his eyes. Two streaks of blood, reminiscent of blood tears, trickled down his eyelids.

Yet by this point, his left arm had swiftly swelled and morphed into that terrifyingly heinous parasitic python!

Instantly, Hecaosi willed the python to welcome the onslaught of the golden scepter. Like an orange peel, the parasitic python slithered in and constricted around the golden scepter. Finally, its sinister jaws with rotating fangs lunged viciously towards Guarba’s arm.

Without a doubt, upon interaction with flesh, large chunks of mangled flesh and blood were insatiably devoured.

Guarba forcefully attempted to snatch away, but unexpectedly, his strength could not match up to the might of that parasitic python. He was utterly incapable of retracting his symbol of authority. Loosening his hand, he released it.

Nevertheless, he merely flashed an astonished countenance but not a defeated one. Instead of becoming exasperated at having his sacred artifact stolen, he remained calm and composed.

Meanwhile, Sheyan was observing Guarba. He suddenly discovered that Guarba probably still had many cards up his sleeves. Right from the start, this redoubtable tribe chieftain could have blazed in like a lion hunting a rabbit. If that happened, it would be hard to imagine the outcome of his three foes dueling against the beast zombie, while having to fend him off at the same time.

Still, even though Sheyan felt like Guarba could stake everything in, he wasn’t willing to.

As long as he wasn’t completely confident, Guarba wouldn’t commit. He could never tolerate failure and utterly disliked the vexed feeling of defeat. He was one who enjoyed the peacefulness of subjugating his foes without violence.

That was probably Guarba’s mentality.

After having his golden scepter snatched by Hecaosi, Guarba remained calm and composed as he stood and appraised.

"Formidable, truly, absolutely formidable. Those foreigners sailed in from the vast sea and lusted for the powers of the ‘Stairway of the Sun’, therefore, it was a necessity for them to suffer punishment meted out by the ‘Stairway of the Sun’, becoming possessed by their inner demons. It really is hard to imagine, but you were actually eyeing the wicked powers of their punishment! And have even grasped it!"

Hecaosi indifferently replied.

"True power isn’t distinguished between righteous and evil. In this world, there is only victory or defeat. To the other tribes of the great Kijuju Marshland, it is a terrifying symbol of vile pestilence, but to us, it is the divine spirit protecting the Ndipaya people for millenniums!"