"Come on, bastard!"

The corners of Rod's mouth twitched, and he gritted his teeth, but saliva and blood flowed from between his teeth.

He glared at the manticore, obviously the manticore was also shocked by this human's actions, a normal human would not be able to break free from the claws of the manticore, not to mention that this person was already scarred.

And yet, that's how it happened.

All the animals in the forest fled, leaving only a man and a lion to spin in place. They roared at each other, and soon, Rhodes took the initiative to attack.

The wound was healing rapidly, but the pain of the wound spurred him to fight.

With an axe in one hand and a dagger in the other, Rhodes pounced like a savage on the beast larger than himself.

The manticore rose to fend off the enemy, and it stood, taller than Rod, its sharp claws slashing diagonally from the air, and Rhodes clenched his dagger and fought back like madness.

In the bloodthirsty attack, the dagger stabbed open the manticore's claws. The sound of muscles and skin tearing through the air was heard, and the massive manticore was impaled through its claws in a one-on-one confrontation with Rod. Taking advantage of the opponent's panic, Rod pulled out the dagger with great force, and the blood flashed, and one of the manticore's toes was ripped off.

Blood gushed out, just as it had done to Rhodes a few minutes ago, and now, the human knight had returned a tooth for a tooth.

He continued to lean forward to attack, and the manticore fought back with its chest raised, the beast and man hugging each other tightly, each letting out a hissing roar. The manticore flapped its wings and tried to crush Rhodes down again, slapping Rhodes with its other full paw, and Rhodes rose to the occasion, brandishing his dagger frantically and stabbing the manticore.

The sturdy manticore-tailed lion was stabbed all over the hole by Rhodes, and the blood stained its hair red, and in a moment, both beasts fell to the ground and rolled on the mud floor. When it stopped again, the manticore stepped on Rod, and it opened its mouth in anger and bit at Rod's head, and Rod saw the moment and stabbed him in the eye.

The eyeball, which was as transparent as yellow crystal, was pierced by Rod's sword, and blood and slurry splattered out of the manticore's eye sockets, staining Rod's face red. The fishy smell of blood made Rod almost suffocate.

Before he had time to wipe the blood from his face, Rhodes drew his sword again and pulled the dagger out of the manticore's eye socket, leaving only holes and minced flesh in the place.

The mighty manticore lion was hit so hard that it retreated in pain. It flipped its wings and let out a terrible roar.

However, in this life-and-death struggle, there is no mercy, no forgiveness. Rod clenched his weapon in a frenzy, and he fought, bleeding and screaming.

The manticore, having lost one eye, retreated, but it still resisted frantically, and bit Rod's arm with a mouthful, Rod could almost hear the sound of bones shattering, but the berserker's blood surged in his body, and he stood still, preventing the manticore from pulling him down again, and at the same time, clenching the weapon with his other hand that had not been bitten, and slashing his opponent's neck.

The sharp blade of the axe tore through the flesh of the manticore, splattering blood and forcing it to let go of its teeth again.

In the grass, the blood of humans and the blood of manticores mixed together, staining the dirt red. Stepping on the muddy bloody ground, Rhodes attacked frantically again.

The clotted blood clots stuck to the hair and hung on the forehead like blood crawlers.

"Roaring ......"

After a beastly roar, Rhodes picked up his axe and attacked.

One hand was bitten to the bone and he couldn't lift a weapon, but the other was intact. With nowhere to retreat, the manticore spun around in desperation, its thick tail stabbing wildly with poisonous barbs. But at the moment of stabbing the target, he was dodged by Rod, and almost at the same time as dodging the attack, Rods saw the opportunity and counterattacked. The battle axe slashed horizontally, and with the brute force of the chosen son, he severed the manticore's tail with an axe.

The swollen stinger rolled to the side like ripe fruit, and thick blood spurted from the severed tail of the manticore. It's like a broken water pipe, and the blood doesn't stop flowing.

The situation has been reversed, and the manticore, which had just won the game, has now become a prey to be slaughtered. It struggled to escape the battlefield, its huge wings fanning a gust of wind, however, it did not incite Rhodes. The bloodied human in front of him wasn't as small as he looked.

In the moonlight, the manticore fled with its tail between its legs, however, as soon as it took off, it let out a desperate and painful wail, and its calf was grabbed by the tiny human on the ground. With just one hand, Rhodes grabbed the panicked beast.

Then, under the frightened gaze of the manticore, Rod violently ......

At this moment, he was like a divine help, the power of the bear god rolled in his body, and in an instant, like a barbarian, Rhodes grabbed the huge manticore lion from the air, and after a terrible wail, the huge manticore lion was thrown to the ground heavily, and the mud and blood splashed high.

The manticore, which had been so badly hit, could no longer move, it instinctively flapped its wings, but it could not fly again, and its limbs were seriously injured and could not get up.

Viscous viscera was slowly flowing from the broken wounds, and its breath was still hot, but even the heat was quietly disappearing.

Finally, the mortally injured giant manticore took its last breath. And Rod, because of physical exhaustion, fell on the back of the manticore.

For a moment, a sense of exhaustion and weakness came like a flood, and in the moonlight, Rhodes sat on top of the dead manticore, his whole body was wounded, and none of his face, body, or legs were intact.

......

I don't know how long it took for the human voice to sound again in the jungle. It was a few people from the hunting party, who arrived late, and when these people chased all the way down the smell of blood, they were surprised to find the huge corpse lying in the grass. It was a full manticore. And the person sitting on the manticore is none other than their leader, Rod.

The blood stained Rhodes red, however, the Norscans worshipped him as the son of the gods. Even in the brutal Troll Mountains, no human could kill a single manticore, and their leader did.