Extraordinary Voyage-Chapter 453 - 418: This "God" Is Worth Fighting

The Secret Sword that once pierced through ten-meter-thick volcanic rock theoretically cannot be blocked by any instantaneously cast Tier 2 spell shield.

The water-colored barrier, which suddenly weakened due to the transfer of power, was of course no exception.

Sizzle—

It was as defenseless as a piece of paper against the sharp electric light.

However...

As the Old Shaman sacrificed himself, the "Manguenke," having finally completed the ritual, awoke in time.

With his hair standing on end, he rolled and lunged forward out of instinct to survive.

Even though Aiven held back three-tenths of his strength after striking, the sword, which surpassed the realm of the Sword Master "Steel-Slaying," only grazed Manguenke’s scalp as it sped past.

Swish—

It cut through the upper half of the totem pillar without any resistance, leaving a perfect forty-five-degree angle.

Yet, Manguenke narrowly escaped the disaster.

However, as he flipped over and leaped up, a piece of scalp, still adorned with a shark-fin-shaped feather crest, drifted from his head, exposing a white skull.

If his dodging move had been a fraction of a second slower, this sword might have cut off his skull directly.

This precisely demonstrated.

Among close-combat Extraordinary Professions, before reaching Tier 4 "Non-human," Tier 3 presents the greatest disparity between attack and defense. Constantly tapping into the potential of Secret Techniques to enhance attack power is the most cost-effective choice.

Because if one is not careful, getting hit by a powerful move could end it all instantly.

Phew—

Having missed with the sword and now slowly exhaling and retracting his stance, Aiven observed the opponent’s rapidly regenerating scalp and the horrifying, continuously blinking reddish eyes on his face.

He couldn’t help voicing his confusion: "Who... are you?"

At least in his understanding, this did not resemble the successful ascension of a Totem Warrior to Tier 3. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

Manguenke seemed unaware of the danger that almost cracked his head open, leaving the scalp to regenerate on its own.

The six eyes on his face whirled around, refocusing on Aiven, as he spoke in a slightly clumsy manner:

"I... am the Hunter of the Seas, the Ruler of Thunder and Storms, the Lord of this water, the Totem God of the Araucan Clan—Great Sea Shark Oveg!"

He spoke in the standard Extraordinary Language, "Jatata Language," and in just a few words, he was speaking more fluently, with no halts by the end.

Aiven, seeing the living example before him, clearly confirmed his once terrifying conjecture.

The Totem Warrior, whose body is extremely robust and even gradually mutates towards the totem’s form, but has a very weak spirit, at a certain level becomes the best [Live Sacrificial Container] for Natural Spirits!

Allowing these "Natural Spirits," who exist only as powerful spiritual bodies and lack physical forms,

to obtain a meticulously nurtured and perfectly compatible body, enabling them to truly "live" in the Material World.

Furthermore, reconsider this.

Among the native tribes currently surviving on the New Continent, just how many of those seemingly powerful high-tier Totem Warriors have already quietly changed their occupants?

However, Aiven wasn’t particularly surprised by this situation.

In a barbarous region plagued by inter-tribal hostility and war, where even blood sacrifices are rampant, how can one expect those aloof Natural Spirits to be kind?

If it weren’t for their violent intervention today, the Totem God named Oveg could have slowly claimed Chieftain Manguenke’s body without him ever realizing it.

Instead of this forceful soul transfer that brought even the outward features of the original body to the new host.

"Oveg? Can’t even bother to disguise yourself?

If your long-worshipping followers discovered you actually devoured their beloved chieftain, aren’t you afraid it would incite a revolt?"

Knowing that the spirit and body of the opponent are tightly synchronized, leaving no chance for a successful sneak attack, Aiven intended to probe and gather more information from this unusual entity.

"For the future of all Natural Spirits and the Atrean people, this little sacrifice is entirely worth it. I believe they will understand me!"

Oveg glanced at the young shaman, who rushed down the altar to help his clansmen, thinking the chieftain had already overcome the crisis, and spoke with little concern.

His tone was casual, as if deciding whether to eat or sell cattle and sheep didn’t require consideration of the cattle and sheep’s feelings.

Then, the six rotating eyes of this Totem God focused simultaneously on Aiven:

"The Araucan Clan are all wastes, spending hundreds of years with no one reaching Tier 3.

Thanks to the sacrificial ritual sent by that lady, I was able to gain the qualifications to join them.

However, even granted a body to move freely in the Material World, the noble Totem Gods still need the service of mortals.

Your strength is notable; although not a native, as long as you worship me as a god, I will grant you the power to achieve immortality."

Though shocked by his nearly lethal sword strike, upon observing Aiven, who had now consolidated his Life Magnetic Field, he saw only a Tier 2 peak status.

Oveg still maintained his elevated "divine" arrogance—a disparity in combat power might exist between different Extraordinary Paths, but Extraordinary Status can’t be faked.

When Aiven heard the earlier part, he was somewhat intrigued by Oveg’s mention of "that lady" and "the future of all Natural Spirits," but the latter words suddenly amused him: