Chapter 14 Storm Giant

Noah looked at the scene reflected on the Golden Tree Roots, pondering deeply. Many past confusions suddenly became clear at this moment, and he understood the reasons.

Summoning hurricanes, controlling lightning

These are not abilities that human close combat professions can master. Even spellcasters, despite being able to control lightning, would not hold it in their hands and wield it as a weapon.

Storm Giant bloodline?

Noah naturally thought of this type of high-ranking giant species closely associated with the Golden Dragon. Only such a bloodline would match what he was witnessing at the moment.

This could also explain why his parents entrusted him to a human Earl?

Not because of the other's character and talent, but because they possess a high-ranking giant bloodline.

A powerful bloodline is enough to overshadow the deficiencies of a false noble title.

Indeed, there are cases where Golden Dragons have made pacts with Storm Giants, allowing them to follow, but in reality, such Golden Dragons are extremely rare, and the majority of those serving by Golden Dragons are primarily Cloud Giants.

In the barbaric era when many wisdom races had yet to awaken, there were many clans that revered Storm Giants living in the sky as divine beings, even today, there are still primitive tribes that worship them as divine beings upon encountering them.

Such examples are enough to demonstrate the power of these giants, and human families with their bloodline thereby earn the special attention of Golden Dragons, and it is only natural.

After all, with cultivation, even a thin bloodline can gradually strengthen through continuous stimulation, and with some special opportunities, it can even trace back to the ancestral source, becoming the origin of the bloodline.

"But, it still feels a bit lacking!"

It makes sense, but it still doesn't make sense, after all, just possessing the Storm Giant bloodline doesn't make someone a real Storm Giant.

However, such a thought only flashed for a moment, and as Noah looked at his foster father holding the Thunder Spear, all his discontented thoughts vanished into thin air.

He didn't know why his foster father fought. For what reason did he fight? But he could see that his foster father was terrifyingly strong, even a real Storm Giant could very well be beaten to death by him.

This was an unfair battle, with Casius standing alone in the sky dome, and what he faced was four Extreme Intent warriors, one of whom was a spellcaster. When he waved his magic wand, even the sky showed visible elemental surges.

When the elements condensed into ninety-nine ice giant swords nearly a hundred meters long, and their blades pointed at him, the man merely threw the Thunder Spear in his hand.

The spear exploded in the air, bolts of lightning like dragon snakes precisely hit each ice sword, sweeping the sky clean. This was an extremely refined and incredible control over lightning, surpassing the limits of human spellcasters.

But this was far from enough, as the orderly whirlwinds surrounding the man had already been broken by a figure, pure white airflow entwining this figure, seemingly trying to restrain its movement, yet unable to suppress it in the slightest.

This was a knight, riding a warhorse with scales and claws, wielding a giant axe and a great sword, like a red meteor, piercing through the whirlwinds surrounding the man, appearing in front of him, like flames blazing, like tides sweeping fighting spirit, accompanied by the slashing of the great sword and giant axe, surging towards the man, as if mountains and seas were overturning.

From behind that heavy metal helmet, the scarlet eyes shone with two points of red light. Even standing at an unknown distant distance, witnessing through the Golden Tree, Noah's heart palpitated.

Extreme Intent Warrior!

Having completed the Bronze Enlightenment, Silver Spirit, and Golden Radiance stages of cultivation, having fully tapped the potential of the body, and after reaching the limit, breaking through the racial shackles and surpassing the limits.

The sky allows them to gallop freely, the earth cannot bear their power. In any race, such an existence at this level is the most powerful support for civilization and inheritance.

Such warriors, with an all-out strike, can even split mountains, and rivers would be cut off because of this.

But when faced with such a city-destroying blow, Noah's foster father's response was simply to throw a punch.

But that punch shattered the blood-red mountains and seas, and the rune-engraved giant axe and great sword couldn't withstand such power, getting blown open with cracks spreading over them.

The giant beast under the knight let out a wail, and he, like when he came, turned into a red meteor at an even faster speed, disappearing into the horizon.

The other two Extreme Intent warriors also reacted, the fighting spirit in frost blue and dark green hues soared up. This power, formed by the mix of self-will and life energy, caused these two small human figures to shine more brightly than the giant beast bleeding in the sky.

However, their end was no different. This was an unfair battle, not against Noah's Great Lord foster father, but his opponents.

Whether it was the three Extreme Intent warriors or the spellcaster, after clashing with the man, their faces visibly displayed an obvious fear and a deep confusion.

They could not understand why this man from the border was so powerful.

Logically speaking, with their current lineup, even a pureblooded dragon of the same rank, as long as it's not a powerful upper dragon clan but rather a disgraceful member of the Colorful Dragon Clan like a Black Dragon or a White Dragon, they could join forces to slay it.

But against this man, they appeared utterly powerless, being crushed from all directions from beginning to end. Even the spellcaster, using their most skilled spells, could easily be dismantled by the man's bloodline-derived power.

Extreme Intent blood scattered in the sky, but not a drop fell from Casius.

These red-hued, heavy drops of blood, as they splattered, seemingly some crossed thousands of miles, falling before Noah, sprinkled on the roots of the Golden Tree.

Those slender threads of blood were so conspicuous, each thread thicker than when young Ted eradicated a Goblin Tribe.

"Even this much?"

Noah looked at the blood-red buds blooming on the Golden Tree with utmost surprise.

His foster father, although his hand was ruthless, had obviously shown mercy, only injuring and crippling them, not intending to kill them directly.

In such circumstances, could the Golden Tree still receive feedback?

What was the reason for this?

Though he didn't know the cause of the battle, it was evidently inseparably related to him because without his instigation, his foster father would never have gone to the Capital.

"Although no one died, the impact is widespread, and the range of influence is significant?"

Noah silently pondered, secretly guessing that the location of this battle was highly likely above the Capital.

The nature of this battle is hard to define, but once it's over, the outcome is bound to spread throughout the Kingdom.