Chapter 1973: 1973
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A group of stunned individuals sat in a familiar grand room. The large oval shape, the somber maroon and dark brown colors, the several thrones that sat at its head… This place was none other than Soul Palace's Mortal Meeting room.
As for the stunned individuals, they were the various members of the upper echelon of the Five Beast Clan Alliance. They honestly couldn't believe the reality of these matters, in just 3 and a half months, a foundation they had built for thousands of years crumbled to dust.
They could only look toward the young man paying more attention to the 1 year old little girl in his arms than them.
"Daddy, I want ice cream today…. Can you read me Snow White again…"
When the young man seemed to hang on the little girl's every word, they couldn't help but cringe with disdain. Is this how a man should be acting? Children should be under the care of women, who had ever heard of a man, a man so powerful no less, taking care of his child so early on? To make matters worse, it was a little girl. At least if it was a boy you could justify it as rearing an heir.
These men were quite lucky they kept these thoughts to themselves and didn't dare to say it aloud. Or, rather, they should thank Lyla for not divulging their inner thoughts despite the fact she stood to Dyon's side currently.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Dyon placed Little Alauna on his l.a.p and turned to face the newcomers.
The once rowdy little girl who was happily being spoiled by her father suddenly became a silent and elegant little princess. She sat in her father's embrace with a calm expression beyond her years, her little purple dress complimenting her aura along with satisfying her love for her favorite color. Ever since she found out blue and red could be combined, she was enamoured by their result.
Dyon scanned the room, his eyes suddenly landing on Silver Fang. He smiled, greeting this old friend of his.
Well, maybe calling Silver Fang an old friend was exaggerating a bit. It was more accurate to say that the two had met and had a good impression of one another. Back then, it was Dyon who helped Silver Fang witness the true essence of the Human Path. Currently, he was a genius surpassing even Balor, who Dyon had killed.
Silver Fang smiled bitterly toward Dyon's greeting, bowing his head slightly in respect.
He had always thought Dyon was very powerful, but he didn't know that it was to this extent. Though, he would probably be shocked if he knew that when he first met Dyon, it was actually him and not Dyon who was the more powerful of the two.
"This isn't a formal meeting, so you should relax." Dyon said casually.
Currently, he was meeting the upper echelon of the beast alliance clans alone with only Lyla by his side. Without the other Clan Leaders here, it couldn't be counted as an official Mortal Meeting. Dyon just wanted to show them a bit of his Mortal Alliance's grandeur. They had definitely never seen such a magnificent piece of architecture.
"As you all might have guessed by now, I am not a member of the Pakal Clan. This was just a useful lie I told you all in order to push this quadrant of ours to war."
Though they had already guessed them much, the various elders and geniuses of their Five Core Clans couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in their hearts. If this was just a single plot… How many more plots did this young man have?
"From this day forth, you all will be a part of my Mortal Alliance. However, for now, this title will only be in name. The reason I've called this meeting is to inform you all what the others already know. The conquering of your territories was just the beginning, within two to three years, I plan on taking down the Ragnor's, the Pakal's and Uidah's."
A sharp breath seemed to be collectively taken in. Though they found such a prospect ridiculous, were they really in a place where they could refute? Their territory, which had stood for tens of thousands of years, crumbled in just three months. Though they were the weakest of the four… Wasn't this much proof enough of the possibility?
"Speak your concerns now. Until you are properly ingratiated into our Alliance, it's impossible for you to receive the same benefits as those others under my charge. But, I'm willing to listen to your opinions now as we prepare for the next battle."
Dyon fell into silence, waiting patiently as they gathered up their courage. One of the biggest problems with suddenly gaining new subordinates was that they didn't understand his disposition as a leader. So they would always feel as though they were walking on eggshells.
By now, it was too late for them to even think of retaliating. By the time they realized Dyon wasn't actually a Pakal and didn't have access to their massive stores of Faith, he had already conquered their universes, stripping them of their only means to fight back.
It was then that everyone's gaze fell on the bitterly smiling Silver Fang. It seemed they wanted to rely on his relationship with Dyon to negotiate softer terms for themselves.
Silver Fang suddenly understood why Dyon had smiled at him. To think he was being used to sooth tensions. What a funny circ.u.mstance.
Taking a deep breath, he began to speak.
"Esteemed leader, though you are indeed powerful, we're also aware that you've used… some profound technique to take control of many of our underlings. Do you plan to continue this? How can we, as your new subjects, trust you like this?"
The elders suddenly regretted letting Silver Fang speak.
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A group of stunned individuals sat in a familiar grand room. The large oval shape, the somber maroon and dark brown colors, the several thrones that sat at its head… This place was none other than Soul Palace's Mortal Meeting room.
As for the stunned individuals, they were the various members of the upper echelon of the Five Beast Clan Alliance. They honestly couldn't believe the reality of these matters, in just 3 and a half months, a foundation they had built for thousands of years crumbled to dust.
They could only look toward the young man paying more attention to the 1 year old little girl in his arms than them.
"Daddy, I want ice cream today…. Can you read me Snow White again…"
When the young man seemed to hang on the little girl's every word, they couldn't help but cringe with disdain. Is this how a man should be acting? Children should be under the care of women, who had ever heard of a man, a man so powerful no less, taking care of his child so early on? To make matters worse, it was a little girl. At least if it was a boy you could justify it as rearing an heir.
These men were quite lucky they kept these thoughts to themselves and didn't dare to say it aloud. Or, rather, they should thank Lyla for not divulging their inner thoughts despite the fact she stood to Dyon's side currently.
Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Dyon placed Little Alauna on his l.a.p and turned to face the newcomers.
The once rowdy little girl who was happily being spoiled by her father suddenly became a silent and elegant little princess. She sat in her father's embrace with a calm expression beyond her years, her little purple dress complimenting her aura along with satisfying her love for her favorite color. Ever since she found out blue and red could be combined, she was enamoured by their result.
Dyon scanned the room, his eyes suddenly landing on Silver Fang. He smiled, greeting this old friend of his.
Well, maybe calling Silver Fang an old friend was exaggerating a bit. It was more accurate to say that the two had met and had a good impression of one another. Back then, it was Dyon who helped Silver Fang witness the true essence of the Human Path. Currently, he was a genius surpassing even Balor, who Dyon had killed.
Silver Fang smiled bitterly toward Dyon's greeting, bowing his head slightly in respect.
He had always thought Dyon was very powerful, but he didn't know that it was to this extent. Though, he would probably be shocked if he knew that when he first met Dyon, it was actually him and not Dyon who was the more powerful of the two.
"This isn't a formal meeting, so you should relax." Dyon said casually.
Currently, he was meeting the upper echelon of the beast alliance clans alone with only Lyla by his side. Without the other Clan Leaders here, it couldn't be counted as an official Mortal Meeting. Dyon just wanted to show them a bit of his Mortal Alliance's grandeur. They had definitely never seen such a magnificent piece of architecture.
"As you all might have guessed by now, I am not a member of the Pakal Clan. This was just a useful lie I told you all in order to push this quadrant of ours to war."
Though they had already guessed them much, the various elders and geniuses of their Five Core Clans couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in their hearts. If this was just a single plot… How many more plots did this young man have?
"From this day forth, you all will be a part of my Mortal Alliance. However, for now, this title will only be in name. The reason I've called this meeting is to inform you all what the others already know. The conquering of your territories was just the beginning, within two to three years, I plan on taking down the Ragnor's, the Pakal's and Uidah's."
A sharp breath seemed to be collectively taken in. Though they found such a prospect ridiculous, were they really in a place where they could refute? Their territory, which had stood for tens of thousands of years, crumbled in just three months. Though they were the weakest of the four… Wasn't this much proof enough of the possibility?
"Speak your concerns now. Until you are properly ingratiated into our Alliance, it's impossible for you to receive the same benefits as those others under my charge. But, I'm willing to listen to your opinions now as we prepare for the next battle."
Dyon fell into silence, waiting patiently as they gathered up their courage. One of the biggest problems with suddenly gaining new subordinates was that they didn't understand his disposition as a leader. So they would always feel as though they were walking on eggshells.
By now, it was too late for them to even think of retaliating. By the time they realized Dyon wasn't actually a Pakal and didn't have access to their massive stores of Faith, he had already conquered their universes, stripping them of their only means to fight back.
It was then that everyone's gaze fell on the bitterly smiling Silver Fang. It seemed they wanted to rely on his relationship with Dyon to negotiate softer terms for themselves.
Silver Fang suddenly understood why Dyon had smiled at him. To think he was being used to sooth tensions. What a funny circ.u.mstance.
Taking a deep breath, he began to speak.
"Esteemed leader, though you are indeed powerful, we're also aware that you've used… some profound technique to take control of many of our underlings. Do you plan to continue this? How can we, as your new subjects, trust you like this?"
The elders suddenly regretted letting Silver Fang speak.
A group of stunned individuals sat in a familiar grand room. The large oval shape, the somber maroon and dark brown colors, the several thrones that sat at its head This place was none other than Soul Palace's Mortal Meeting room. As for the stunned individuals, they were the various members of the upper echelon of the Five Beast Clan Alliance. They honestly couldn't believe the reality of these matters, in just 3 and a half months, a foundation they had built for thousands of years crumbled to dust. They could only look toward the young man paying more attention to the 1 year old little girl in his arms than them. "Daddy, I want ice cream today. Can you read me Snow White again" When the young man seemed to hang on the little girl's every word, they couldn't help but cringe with disdain. Is this how a man should be acting? Children should be under the care of women, who had ever heard of a man, a man so powerful no less, taking care of his child so early on? To make matters worse, it was a little girl. At least if it was a boy you could justify it as rearing an heir. These men were quite lucky they kept these thoughts to themselves and didn't dare to say it aloud. Or, rather, they should thank Lyla for not divulging their inner thoughts despite the fact she stood to Dyon's side currently. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Dyon placed Little Alauna on his l.a.p and turned to face the newcomers. The once rowdy little girl who was happily being spoiled by her father suddenly became a silent and elegant little princess. She sat in her father's embrace with a calm expression beyond her years, her little purple dress complimenting her aura along with satisfying her love for her favorite color. Ever since she found out blue and red could be combined, she was enamoured by their result. Dyon scanned the room, his eyes suddenly landing on Silver Fang. He smiled, greeting this old friend of his. Well, maybe calling Silver Fang an old friend was exaggerating a bit. It was more accurate to say that the two had met and had a good impression of one another. Back then, it was Dyon who helped Silver Fang witness the true essence of the Human Path. Currently, he was a genius surpassing even Balor, who Dyon had killed. Silver Fang smiled bitterly toward Dyon's greeting, bowing his head slightly in respect. He had always thought Dyon was very powerful, but he didn't know that it was to this extent. Though, he would probably be shocked if he knew that when he first met Dyon, it was actually him and not Dyon who was the more powerful of the two. "This isn't a formal meeting, so you should relax." Dyon said casually. Currently, he was meeting the upper echelon of the beast alliance clans alone with only Lyla by his side. Without the other Clan Leaders here, it couldn't be counted as an official Mortal Meeting. Dyon just wanted to show them a bit of his Mortal Alliance's grandeur. They had definitely never seen such a magnificent piece of architecture. "As you all might have guessed by now, I am not a member of the Pakal Clan. This was just a useful lie I told you all in order to push this quadrant of ours to war." Though they had already guessed them much, the various elders and geniuses of their Five Core Clans couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in their hearts. If this was just a single plot How many more plots did this young man have? "From this day forth, you all will be a part of my Mortal Alliance. However, for now, this title will only be in name. The reason I've called this meeting is to inform you all what the others already know. The conquering of your territories was just the beginning, within two to three years, I plan on taking down the Ragnor's, the Pakal's and Uidah's." A sharp breath seemed to be collectively taken in. Though they found such a prospect ridiculous, were they really in a place where they could refute? Their territory, which had stood for tens of thousands of years, crumbled in just three months. Though they were the weakest of the four Wasn't this much proof enough of the possibility? "Speak your concerns now. Until you are properly ingratiated into our Alliance, it's impossible for you to receive the same benefits as those others under my charge. But, I'm willing to listen to your opinions now as we prepare for the next battle." Dyon fell into silence, waiting patiently as they gathered up their courage. One of the biggest problems with suddenly gaining new subordinates was that they didn't understand his disposition as a leader. So they would always feel as though they were walking on eggshells. By now, it was too late for them to even think of retaliating. By the time they realized Dyon wasn't actually a Pakal and didn't have access to their massive stores of Faith, he had already conquered their universes, stripping them of their only means to fight back. It was then that everyone's gaze fell on the bitterly smiling Silver Fang. It seemed they wanted to rely on his relationship with Dyon to negotiate softer terms for themselves. Silver Fang suddenly understood why Dyon had smiled at him. To think he was being used to sooth tensions. What a funny circ.u.mstance. Taking a deep breath, he began to speak. "Esteemed leader, though you are indeed powerful, we're also aware that you've used some profound technique to take control of many of our underlings. Do you plan to continue this? How can we, as your new subjects, trust you like this?" The elders suddenly regretted letting Silver Fang speak.
