Chapter 1563: Chapter 1563

The Ferocious Tiger Totem of Fang Chief Patralem leapt out from his body, manifesting into a tangible presence, then pounced directly, knocking the Sword Spike Elite in front of him to the ground. The thick tiger tail twisted, pulling another one down.

The Fang Chief then grabbed a third and slammed him to the ground, disregarding the attacks falling upon him.

In this situation, Fang Chief was not the only one; two Laiserman Berserkers with Cave Bear Totems also had their Totem Spirits leap out, knocking down several guild Elites in Far East Bright Armor, forcibly tearing three gaps in the battle array of the Brotherhood of Sword Spike.

The Fang Soldiers behind them poured in through the breaches like fangs, tearing the war formation to shreds.

This is the distinction between Laiserman Berserkers and ordinary Barbarians; they follow the path of the Totem.

Unlike the Uthgar Barbarians where each tribe reveres a powerful Spirit Totem, every Laiserman Berserker has their own Totem Spirit.

Once they become Berserkers, they embark on a brief journey of cultivation; the purpose of this journey is to find their Totem Spirit.

This Totem Spirit may not necessarily already exist; it might be a powerful being they personally slew during their travels and transformed into their Totem Spirit, or it might be a unique entity recognized during their journey.

But most often, they gain recognition from an already existing Totem Spirit, establish a connection, and turn it into their Totem Spirit.

The sources of these spirits vary; they might naturally transform, or they might be the spirits left behind after a Laiserman Berserker’s death—these spirits don’t die with the Berserkers.

This is why the Laiserman Kingdom is said to have millions of Spirit Totems; it is not uncommon for several generations of Berserkers to inherit and share the same Totem Spirit.

"Enough, stop it! We, the Brotherhood of Sword Spike, concede."

With a shout like thunder, it echoed through the wharf of the City of Usmer, and two more squads of Sword Spike Elites emerged. The Magic Aura from the Far East Bright Armor worn by the leading two warriors was no weaker than that of Ferrican.

The guild brothers of the Brotherhood of Sword Spike saw them as a lifeline, gathering behind them like a tide.

"We can’t surrender." Ferrican, while leading his Sword Spike Elites to join with his two brothers, stubbornly said, "Their unloading is a sham; challenging our rule in the City of Usmer is real. If we back down, the city will no longer be ours. As long as the three of us brothers join forces, we’ll exhaust them. That skill he used earlier must have strict usage restrictions; he can’t use it extensively..." Tʜe sourcᴇ of thɪs content ɪs 𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹✶𝗳𝗶𝗿𝗲✶𝗻𝗲𝘁

"Shut up, do you know who you’re facing?" The Chief of Sword City interrupted his brother, "They haven’t seriously fought us at all. If they truly wanted us dead, we wouldn’t be here talking."

Then the Chief of Sword City respectfully saluted Gaven from a distance: "Greetings, General Gaven. Please forgive our ignorance earlier; had we known a God’s Chosen was personally present, we wouldn’t have been so rude."

"God’s Chosen?! He’s actually a God’s Chosen? Whose Chosen is he?"

"Gods Above, a Chosen of God appeared in our city, and we were disrespectful to him."

"Such a young God’s Chosen, never heard of him."

At the mention of God’s Chosen, quite a few people were immediately paralyzed, dropping their weapons straight to the ground.

To ordinary people, the real presence of All Gods is highly intimidating.

Especially the Chosen of Gods.

Though All Gods exist, they are too distant for ordinary people. Many spend their lives without ever seeing their true form or hearing their voice; they have to rely on devoted Believers and Priests to convey their voices.

In their eyes, Chosen selected by All Gods, granted Special Abilities, are undoubtedly the closest beings to God, wielding God’s power on earth.

No matter which God they belong to, they are not to be underestimated.

If it’s a Benevolent God, they might not receive blessing in this regard.

If it’s an Evil Deity, it’s courting disaster. Once cursed by divine punishment, death and city ruin are minor; the disaster might last countless years, affecting descendants.

"Cease the attack." Patralem was the first to end his Berserk State, ordering loudly.

The self-control of these Laiserman far exceeds everyone’s expectations.

Those Berserk warriors in Berserk State all ceased their rage, vigilantly watching the Brotherhood of Sword Spike, cautiously starting to regroup.

The Laiserman also understood the art of knowing when to stop; though they currently held the advantage, they hadn’t completely defeated the opponent.

The guild brothers in Far East Bright Armor had shells far tougher than expected; despite their large body type and the tremendous Strength of the Totem Spirits, they could only knock them down and cause them to cough blood, unable to kill them outright for now.