The giant creature charged ferociously.

It possessed true giant strength, even more exaggerated than Duncan's, able to uproot a small tree with one hand.

If it hits you even once, you might be crippled if not dead.

Fortunately, it already had an arrow in its knee. Even though the shaft was broken, the armor-piercing arrowhead was lodged in its bone, significantly hindering the massive creature's movement.

Anyone who's played Warcraft knows that a warrior starts a fight with a tendon slice.

Facing the charging giant creature, Duncan breathed steadily, drew his bow with ease, appearing like an exceptionally seasoned hunter whose wealth of combat experience was piled up from innumerable battles.

Whoosh!

The armor-piercing arrow screeched out.

This time Duncan was prepared, carrying only armor-piercing heavy arrows.

He shot through the knee of the creature's other leg from a distance of several dozen meters, with the Nord Bow and the armor-piercing heavy arrows, which could even penetrate a heavy knight, now merely wedging the arrowhead in the creature's bone.

Its skin was incredibly thick!

If not for a curiosity like the Oathkeeper, with its sharp armor-piercing feature, ordinary weapons would find it hard to break through its defense.

Germanic forging techniques were lacking, ordinary iron weapons were useless, refined forged steel weapons were needed to stand a chance.

Or use a ballista to shoot it dead!

The creature's speed suddenly slowed, hurriedly using a tree as a shield, seemingly realizing its enemy was a sharpshooter. The creature accelerated fiercely, sprinting dozens of meters before swinging its trunk aiming to deliver a powerful strike to Duncan.

Too slow!

Too many flaws in its move.

Duncan dashed to the right, rolling to evade, while dust billowed behind him and the ground was smashed into a large pit.

Real men don't look back.

— French Throwing Axe.

A sharp throwing axe rotated rapidly in midair, striking the creature's neck. At such close range, blood gushed out instantly, more profusely than that of a mere mortal. Recently, Duncan's strength increased significantly, nearly embodying the legendary half-giant frame.

He realized supernatural creatures boasted extraordinary physical prowess and some special abilities, but their combat skills were lacking, like ancient beasts relying solely on brute strength.

Duncan's meticulously honed combat skills far surpassed theirs, making him doubt whether the giant creature had undergone any formal combat training.

It relied purely on brute force, with thick skin and tough flesh.

The creature made a peculiar noise, its wailing cry traveled far.

Duncan remained unhurried.

He kept his distance a bit, drew and shot another arrow, piercing the enemy's lung from fifteen meters away, bringing it crashing down again.

At this distance, even steel plates would be pierced through!

Even if the creature had regeneration ability, Duncan slowly wore it down until it became nearly lifeless by the time he expended all his armor-piercing arrows, turning it nearly into a porcupine with a total of twenty-four armor-piercing heavy arrows embedded in its body.

Such a large target, shooting at close range, he could hit it with his eyes closed.

Under the moonlight.

Duncan leaped forward, the Oathkeeper turned into a cold gleam as it stabbed directly into the creature's heart. Its massive hand tried to grab Duncan, but he cut off its wrist with a simple chop, amidst the gush of blood, Duncan landed nimbly, grasped the sword with both hands, and the Oathkeeper traced an afterimage, severing the enormous head of the fallen creature.

— Combat Form: Beheading!

Splurt!

Blood gushed like a fountain, dyeing the surrounding area red.

The strong scent of blood carried far on the wind.

Duncan guessed this creature might not yet be mature; its combat style resembled child's play, relying entirely on astounding brute strength.

Legendary giants were much more adept in battle, their combat skills top-notch.

Ooooh!...

Strange whispers echoed, and beneath the bright moonlight, Duncan saw a Valkyrie with a bird-winged gold helmet. It wasn't clear when she appeared, floating in mid-air, gazing at Duncan before turning and pointing toward the distant lake.

The Valkyrie even dragged the soul of a fallen warrior, revealing herself upon sensing Duncan's presence.

A shrill scream pierced the night sky!

It seemed like a shadow swept across the sky, rapidly approaching at an astonishing speed, revealing an alluring and sinister silhouette with wings weaving between the tall trees. A long slender tail coiled around the treetops, and a pair of cold, vertical pupils stared intently at Duncan from not too far away.

She extended a slender, crimson tongue, longer than twenty centimeters, casting a sorrowful glance at the beheaded creature, before focusing all of her attention on Duncan, her mesmerizing eyes filled with astonishment, desire, and greed.

— Mother of Monsters (Devil) (Banshee) (Desecrator) (Otherworldly Being) (Three-star Gold) [Hostile].

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Dimension Space.

A string of characters swiftly emerged.

"Alert! Alert!"

"Enchantment Control Magic detected!… Unknown Illusion Technique detected!…"

"Special domain fluctuations detected."

At that moment, the Valkyrie with the bird-winged gold helmet disappeared, and Duncan found himself suddenly by the lake, entering a dark and damp underground cave.

Stalagmites in the cave dripped water rhythmically, and in the distance, there appeared a mound of mountains of gold and jewels.

A stunningly alluring tall woman emerged, her silhouette flickering in the darkness, her exposed alluring outline like an enchanting demon of a past life, her long spiked tail scraping the ground, producing metallic sounds.

She emerged from Duncan's shadow, leaned close to his ear, and whispered hauntingly: "You killed my child... you must give me another child..."

Clang!

The Oathkeeper Longsword instantly flew out, the sharp blade slicing through, cleaving off the Banshee's head.

Yet no blood flowed out.

Haunting chuckles filled the air, the Banshee's form reappeared, maintaining a bewitching and enchanting appearance, with large dark golden bat wings on her back, her form seemed to morph according to Duncan's consciousness, increasingly resembling the enchanting demon of her past life, even her feet transformed into hooves, and her bare skin turned from dark red to pale and delicate.

From the God's perspective, the projection page also takes the form of an illusion.

Quite impressive!

This makes one feel like it's a true illusion realm. As some kind of magic ripples through, the Banshee's enchanting witchcraft subtly corrodes the will of the number one human form, even causing Duncan in the Dimension Space to find it difficult to control the number one human form.

"Stop resisting!... Surrender to me!..."

"I will bring you supreme pleasure!..."

"What do you want? Power? Strength? Treasures? I can give them to you!..."

The Banshee's eerie laughter pierced through the eardrum, continuously eroding the will of the number one human form, her figure constantly changing, trying to use words to make Duncan surrender, revealing a tiny crack in the mind: "It's useless."

"This is a realm not belonging to reality, where I possess the powers of the Mythical Era!"

Dimension Space.

Duncan remained unmoved. He directly engraved 'Dragon Bloodline', simultaneously loading it into his number one human form.

Uncertain when!

When he lifted his head, his eyes had transformed into a pair of ice-blue vertical dragon eyes. The suddenly changed pupils caused the Banshee in the dark to let out a terrified scream, her figure rapidly retreating.

A piercingly cold wind arose.

Duncan's mana bar directly increased by a small segment and continued to grow, his breath akin to frost, gradually freezing the air.

"Power of the Mythical Era?"

Duncan slowly raised his palm, gently punching and shattering the stone beside him, muttering, "I seem to feel it too!..."

In the projection screen.

Everything about the number one human form was constantly changing, his ice-blue vertical dragon eyes emitting a faint glow. In the corners of the projection page, the character 'Assimilating' kept flashing. Within this non-existent illusion realm, Duncan's will gradually merged into it, and dark golden runes emerged.

"Holy Grail Blood Unlocked!"

"Power of Gluttony Unlocked!"

"Giant's Power (One Star) Unlocked!" (Upgraded after slaying a behemoth.)

"Unflagging Intoxication, Great Frenzy Fusion, Unyielding Frenzy Unlocked!"

"Weapon Master - Sword, Spear, Axe breaks through the critical point!.... Legendary Combat Skill Unlocked!..."

"Intimidation Unlocked!"

"Gaze of Fear Unlocked!"

"Mythical Era (Illusion) Laws Synchronized!... Heart of Slaughter Unlocked!... Intimidation and Gaze of Fear converted to Death Gaze!..."

Bang!

Duncan stepped out, fissures appearing throughout the ground.

He casually extended his hand, snapping a half-ton stone pillar effortlessly, tossing it like it was weightless. With a whistling whoosh, the half-ton stone pillar was hurled out like a cannonball.

Ah!

A piercing shriek echoed.

In the shadows, dark red blood splattered, shattered dark golden scales, as if belonging to some kind of reptile.

"You are not a mortal!!!"

"Why do you also have a mythical bloodline?!"

The Banshee's horrified shriek resounded, her enchanting figure transforming into a pitiful human female, pleading to Duncan: "Spare me!"

"I am willing to serve you as my master!"

Duncan remained unmoved, his mind locking onto the red mark in the projection screen. His figure suddenly leapt, the rock beneath his feet shattering with a web-like crack of about three meters in diameter. He rushed towards the Banshee, casually throwing a punch, with a sharp sonic boom!

Bang!

Blood sprayed.

A half-shattered bat wing was torn apart by Duncan, the fragmented dark golden scales clinking onto the ground.

"No... my scale armor..." the Banshee shrieked, her claws like shadows striking.

Clang!

Duncan emotionlessly blocked with his arm, the claws tearing through the skin, blood streaming, but his health bar only fell a small segment, his right arm's skin tough as dragon hide, effortlessly blocking the attack.

"Dragon Blooded?!"

"You're a Dragon Blooded!!!" the Banshee's sharp voice tinged with fear.

Duncan's ice-blue vertical dragon eyes gradually pierced through the illusion. He leapt forward to grab the enchanting Banshee, with a series of crunching sounds, her ribcage shattered and even her spine started to warp and twist.

"Don't kill me!..." The Banshee's appearance rapidly shifted.

First it was the enchanting demon, then a pitiful girl, then it was Anya's face, and finally the appearance of the Crow Queen - Triss.

In Duncan's cold vertical pupils, the killing intent surged intensely!

Die!

Crack.

The Banshee's seductive body nearly folded in half, as Duncan reached out and grabbed her neck, with a spine-chilling tearing sound, terrifying giant power erupted. Holding the Banshee's neck, he forcibly ripped out her spine along with a tail that resembled sharp metal.

"Not just any creepy thing can seduce me!"

In Duncan's cold vertical pupils, there was no hint of desire, resembling a bloodstained warrior emerging from a mountain of corpses and a sea of blood.

Everything in the projection screen began to fade away.

Duncan's figure reappeared in reality, at his feet, lay a humanoid monster with dark golden scale-like skin, an enchanting female body with wings on its back, and its head along with spine tail had been forcibly torn out by Duncan.

In mid-air, the bird-winged golden helmeted Valkyrie clapped her hands to her mouth in shock.

Duncan killed the Mother of Monsters that had lurked in the darkness for hundreds of years!

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