Yet another throwing spear, like a missile, was hurled over.
A throwing spear flew out from this side as well, colliding with the opponent’s weapon.
The flying spear instantly shattered, but also diverted the enemy’s trajectory, piercing into the distant ground.
The powerful force caused the entire ground to explode, raising a great mass of stones and dirt.
The terrifying strength of the attack startled the centaur.
The chieftain, accompanied by the remaining soldiers in the camp, charged forward.
That weapon seemed to be thrown precisely by him.
The enemy revealed their appearance.
Upon seeing the attacking enemies, most centaurs were stunned.
"Watt? What are you doing!" An elderly centaur shouted angrily.
"Bell! Come here quickly, what’s become of you!" An elderly woman exclaimed in shock, her voice filled with confusion.
The enemies were indeed their tribe members, but there was clearly something off about their appearance.
A group of creatures resembling humans followed behind them.
At their lead was Vite, a centaur warrior with a massively altered figure that resembled a gigantic monster.
The chieftain looked at Vite: "What do you aim to do? Why have you turned into this monstrosity!"
Confronted by the chieftain’s questioning, Vite seemed not entirely transformed into an unintelligent beast.
"Hahaha!" He laughed wildly, his voice filled with joyful emotion.
"Look at me! You bunch of cowardly waste, witness my power!"
He displayed his exaggerated physique and monstrous transformation.
"We’ve embraced our Master’s embrace, this is a blessing from the god."
The chieftain had already known, his face turning extremely grim, but the surrounding tribesmen displayed confusion, unsure of the situation.
"Kill! Sacrifice them to our Master!"
Vite shouted, his voice inciting madness in everyone.
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These centaurs charged forward like mad creatures.
Facing their former comrades, now enemies.
These centaurs, with rational minds, became momentarily perplexed.
Only the chieftain charged up first.
With a forceful thrust of his long spear, he pierced a centaur’s chest.
However, such an attack seemed meaningless to this centaur, who grasped the spear shaft tightly, preventing the chieftain from pulling the weapon out.
Another centaur cultist nearby swung his weapon at the chieftain.
A metallic collision sound rang out.
Andrew rushed in, swinging his horse-cutting saber, knocking the weapon away.
Seizing the opportunity, the chieftain forcefully pulled his weapon out.
He lifted his forehooves and kicked the enemy hard, changing the pierce into a smash, slamming down fiercely.
Only then did he manage to knock the enemy to the ground, but others wouldn’t allow the chieftain to pursue victory.
Blood-formed ropes tightly bound the chieftain’s hooves.
More centaur warriors charged in, starting to battle the enemies.
Yet those centaurs corrupted and controlled by the Evil God possessed formidable power, ignoring pain and wounds, attacking frantically.
"Hahaha! You all shall become sacrifices to my Master!"
Once again he threw his long spear.
This time, no one blocked it.
In an instant, it pierced through a centaur’s body.
"Arlu!" A centaur woman, who was drawing her bow, screamed.
The recently returned young centaur had been fully penetrated by the long spear, pinned to the ground, his fate uncertain.
The centaur woman went mad.
She charged forward furiously.
A centaur cultist trying to attack her was knocked away forcefully by her explosive strength.
"Cry, shout, then die!"
Now, there was only madness.
He quickly reached the chieftain’s side, brutally slamming his weapon down.
His physique was more than a circle larger than the chieftain’s, making the robust centaur chieftain appear somewhat small in comparison.
He didn’t use a deadly attack but took his weapon and brutally crushed the centaur’s leg, kicking the centaur to the ground with his forehoof.
His hoof stomped on the centaur chieftain.
"Chieftain!" Andrew shouted, wanting to rush over to help.
Yet he too was bound by crimson power, and Vite swung the weapon slung across his shoulder, sending Andrew flying.
Andrew’s waist and horse abdomen even collapsed inward.
The enemies numbered far fewer than the centaurs, but blessed by the Evil God, their strength was much greater.
Capable of fighting one against three, even one against five.
Madness coupled with the desire to slaughter made them fearless of attacks, focusing only on inflicting more wounds on enemies or reaping their lives.
"My dear chieftain, why are you... so weak?"
Vite questioned as his hoof brutally trampled the chieftain, producing a crunching noise and creating an indentation on the centaur’s abdomen.
"Ah!" The chieftain cried out in pain, spitting out a large amount of blood.
"Witness this power; this is truly our Master’s blessing!"
"You, nothing more than a coward who turned to the Evil God!"
The chieftain endured the pain, speaking intermittently.