Chapter 2081: 2081
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Dyon laughed joyfully. The shivering warriors below couldn't help but look toward him like some sort of Demon Overlord. To be able to laugh in such a bloody, suppressive atmosphere. How could he be any but a devil incarnate?
How could they know that Dyon was laughing because the soup before him was actually so delicious. Even as the red formations continually formed, he couldn't help but take more sips. It really took a real man to drink such soup. Every spoonful felt like a meteor dropping into his stomach.
Below, Seven's eyes widened. She had never seen such a grand display in her entire life.
'Higher Existences aren't allowed to enter the Gates, how is this possible?! How could one be here?!'
It was unfortunate that she was wrong. Let alone being a Higher Existence, Dyon wasn't even a middle dao expert. That said… when it came to his soul… There was no Higher Existence that could match its strength. They could only accept their own inferiority!
"RETREAT!" Seven had made it just over a kilometer from the front line of the Shruti warriors. With their speed, it would take less than a second to cross that distance. However, she didn't dare to continue!
Brahman felt the need to rub his eyes, but the trembling of his heart was too much. To stretch out a hand and force an army that had killed so many of their kind to retreat… Who was this man?!
Unfortunately for Seven, before the words even fully left her lips, a shower of red spears pelted downward, tearing through space and appearing before them all in an instant. She could only stand shocked as her clansmen died one after another.
During Dyon's second trial, he had relied on Amphorae's mother and a spiritual vein to form millions of [Carnage] arrays. Back then, he had been so exhausted despite the help that he was forced into a meditative state for several hours.
However, now he no longer needed to rely on outside sources. This power was his own!
No matter how elite a Seven's forced were, it was impossible for them to be made up entirely of dao realm experts. The vast majority of them were Peak Celestials, about 20% were Pseudo Dao experts, while there were about 4 or 5 dozen dao experts.
Considering their size of half a million, such a lineup could sweep through a universe. Dyon had to admit that if he wasn't allowed to participate, it was impossible for him to scrounge up an army of this strength, especially since their Commander, Seven, was a Peak Dao expert.
Unfortunately for them, they met Dyon.
"Bring up the rear!" Eight roared, charging through the swarm of crimson spears as he did his duty valiantly. His warriors wore red-gold army, the visage of a roaring lying protruding from their c.h.e.s.ts.
"Oh?" Dyon laughed. "How brave. My Sacharro Clan has need of such a warrior! Tell me, Crimson Lion, are you willing to join me?"
Eight snarled. "Sacharro Clan? Are you the one who killed Nine?!"
The bloody spears continued to fall without a care, but Eight charged into the air, his roar knocking many of them away. He didn't seem to fear death, nor did he hesitate. As one born with the blood of a mere Earth Grade beast, in order to work to his place now, he obviously took many risks. To him, this wouldn't be the place he fell!
"Killed?" Dyon laughed. "I killed Ten, Eleven, Twelve, and Fourteen. As for Nine and Thirteen… I took a liking to the two of them."
His eyes sharpened with a devious light as though he fully understood the innuendo within his words.
"Since they dared to attack my Clan's young master, do you not think they got what they deserved?"
Seeing the rage in Eight's eyes, Dyon chuckled inwardly. He had obviously not touched Glorianice, he had his beautiful wives, why would he need her. As for Lina – Thirteen's true name – she hadn't appeared in a while because she went to retrieve her warriors.
Before, Dyon hadn't wanted Lina to bring in her jaguar kin because the Mortal Alliance was too weak back then. If so many powerful people of one race suddenly appeared, the balance would be shattered. But now, it was perfectly fine. So, even before the war for Celestial Quadrant began, he sent her off to collect them all in secret.
If everything went well, she would be back within a month. Dyon was very intrigued by Lina's Earth Jaguar race. Since they were just Heaven Grade beasts, she held great power amongst them.
Eight was so furious that he suddenly laughed.
"The others… I don't care about. Even within our organization, they were just slightly better than average. But since you dared touch my Glorianice… Even if I have to die here, I'll take you with me!"
"Aiya, what a one-sided love." Dyon said pitifully. "She's been with me for years already but hasn't mentioned your name even once."
The veins coursing through Eight's visage burst under his body's trembling. Crimson blood began to run down his face, giving him a fearsome appearance.
By now, the Six-Winged Dhino warriors had retreated far enough, or so they believed. After all, [Carnage] was just the first of nine judgements. Even though it could only just now display its true power thanks to Dyon's Star Qi, at best, it could easily slaughter third grade Pseudo Dao experts. So, with how many dao experts the other side had, it wasn't impossible to block a majority of them.
Now that Eight felt his duty had been completed, he disregarded Kaori's orders entirely. He would rip this masked man apart with his own hands!
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Dyon laughed joyfully. The shivering warriors below couldn't help but look toward him like some sort of Demon Overlord. To be able to laugh in such a bloody, suppressive atmosphere. How could he be any but a devil incarnate?
How could they know that Dyon was laughing because the soup before him was actually so delicious. Even as the red formations continually formed, he couldn't help but take more sips. It really took a real man to drink such soup. Every spoonful felt like a meteor dropping into his stomach.
Below, Seven's eyes widened. She had never seen such a grand display in her entire life.
'Higher Existences aren't allowed to enter the Gates, how is this possible?! How could one be here?!'
It was unfortunate that she was wrong. Let alone being a Higher Existence, Dyon wasn't even a middle dao expert. That said… when it came to his soul… There was no Higher Existence that could match its strength. They could only accept their own inferiority!
"RETREAT!" Seven had made it just over a kilometer from the front line of the Shruti warriors. With their speed, it would take less than a second to cross that distance. However, she didn't dare to continue!
Brahman felt the need to rub his eyes, but the trembling of his heart was too much. To stretch out a hand and force an army that had killed so many of their kind to retreat… Who was this man?!
Unfortunately for Seven, before the words even fully left her lips, a shower of red spears pelted downward, tearing through space and appearing before them all in an instant. She could only stand shocked as her clansmen died one after another.
During Dyon's second trial, he had relied on Amphorae's mother and a spiritual vein to form millions of [Carnage] arrays. Back then, he had been so exhausted despite the help that he was forced into a meditative state for several hours.
However, now he no longer needed to rely on outside sources. This power was his own!
No matter how elite a Seven's forced were, it was impossible for them to be made up entirely of dao realm experts. The vast majority of them were Peak Celestials, about 20% were Pseudo Dao experts, while there were about 4 or 5 dozen dao experts.
Considering their size of half a million, such a lineup could sweep through a universe. Dyon had to admit that if he wasn't allowed to participate, it was impossible for him to scrounge up an army of this strength, especially since their Commander, Seven, was a Peak Dao expert.
Unfortunately for them, they met Dyon.
"Bring up the rear!" Eight roared, charging through the swarm of crimson spears as he did his duty valiantly. His warriors wore red-gold army, the visage of a roaring lying protruding from their c.h.e.s.ts.
"Oh?" Dyon laughed. "How brave. My Sacharro Clan has need of such a warrior! Tell me, Crimson Lion, are you willing to join me?"
Eight snarled. "Sacharro Clan? Are you the one who killed Nine?!"
The bloody spears continued to fall without a care, but Eight charged into the air, his roar knocking many of them away. He didn't seem to fear death, nor did he hesitate. As one born with the blood of a mere Earth Grade beast, in order to work to his place now, he obviously took many risks. To him, this wouldn't be the place he fell!
"Killed?" Dyon laughed. "I killed Ten, Eleven, Twelve, and Fourteen. As for Nine and Thirteen… I took a liking to the two of them."
His eyes sharpened with a devious light as though he fully understood the innuendo within his words.
"Since they dared to attack my Clan's young master, do you not think they got what they deserved?"
Seeing the rage in Eight's eyes, Dyon chuckled inwardly. He had obviously not touched Glorianice, he had his beautiful wives, why would he need her. As for Lina – Thirteen's true name – she hadn't appeared in a while because she went to retrieve her warriors.
Before, Dyon hadn't wanted Lina to bring in her jaguar kin because the Mortal Alliance was too weak back then. If so many powerful people of one race suddenly appeared, the balance would be shattered. But now, it was perfectly fine. So, even before the war for Celestial Quadrant began, he sent her off to collect them all in secret.
If everything went well, she would be back within a month. Dyon was very intrigued by Lina's Earth Jaguar race. Since they were just Heaven Grade beasts, she held great power amongst them.
Eight was so furious that he suddenly laughed.
"The others… I don't care about. Even within our organization, they were just slightly better than average. But since you dared touch my Glorianice… Even if I have to die here, I'll take you with me!"
"Aiya, what a one-sided love." Dyon said pitifully. "She's been with me for years already but hasn't mentioned your name even once."
The veins coursing through Eight's visage burst under his body's trembling. Crimson blood began to run down his face, giving him a fearsome appearance.
By now, the Six-Winged Dhino warriors had retreated far enough, or so they believed. After all, [Carnage] was just the first of nine judgements. Even though it could only just now display its true power thanks to Dyon's Star Qi, at best, it could easily slaughter third grade Pseudo Dao experts. So, with how many dao experts the other side had, it wasn't impossible to block a majority of them.
Now that Eight felt his duty had been completed, he disregarded Kaori's orders entirely. He would rip this masked man apart with his own hands!
Dyon laughed joyfully. The shivering warriors below couldn't help but look toward him like some sort of Demon Overlord. To be able to laugh in such a bloody, suppressive atmosphere. How could he be any but a devil incarnate? How could they know that Dyon was laughing because the soup before him was actually so delicious. Even as the red formations continually formed, he couldn't help but take more sips. It really took a real man to drink such soup. Every spoonful felt like a meteor dropping into his stomach. Below, Seven's eyes widened. She had never seen such a grand display in her entire life. 'Higher Existences aren't allowed to enter the Gates, how is this possible?! How could one be here?!' It was unfortunate that she was wrong. Let alone being a Higher Existence, Dyon wasn't even a middle dao expert. That said when it came to his soul There was no Higher Existence that could match its strength. They could only accept their own inferiority! "RETREAT!" Seven had made it just over a kilometer from the front line of the Shruti warriors. With their speed, it would take less than a second to cross that distance. However, she didn't dare to continue! Brahman felt the need to rub his eyes, but the trembling of his heart was too much. To stretch out a hand and force an army that had killed so many of their kind to retreat Who was this man?! Unfortunately for Seven, before the words even fully left her lips, a shower of red spears pelted downward, tearing through space and appearing before them all in an instant. She could only stand shocked as her clansmen died one after another. During Dyon's second trial, he had relied on Amphorae's mother and a spiritual vein to form millions of Carnage arrays. Back then, he had been so exhausted despite the help that he was forced into a meditative state for several hours. However, now he no longer needed to rely on outside sources. This power was his own! No matter how elite a Seven's forced were, it was impossible for them to be made up entirely of dao realm experts. The vast majority of them were Peak Celestials, about 20% were Pseudo Dao experts, while there were about 4 or 5 dozen dao experts. Considering their size of half a million, such a lineup could sweep through a universe. Dyon had to admit that if he wasn't allowed to participate, it was impossible for him to scrounge up an army of this strength, especially since their Commander, Seven, was a Peak Dao expert. Unfortunately for them, they met Dyon. "Bring up the rear!" Eight roared, charging through the swarm of crimson spears as he did his duty valiantly. His warriors wore red-gold army, the visage of a roaring lying protruding from their c.h.e.s.ts. "Oh?" Dyon laughed. "How brave. My Sacharro Clan has need of such a warrior! Tell me, Crimson Lion, are you willing to join me?" Eight snarled. "Sacharro Clan? Are you the one who killed Nine?!" The bloody spears continued to fall without a care, but Eight charged into the air, his roar knocking many of them away. He didn't seem to fear death, nor did he hesitate. As one born with the blood of a mere Earth Grade beast, in order to work to his place now, he obviously took many risks. To him, this wouldn't be the place he fell! "Killed?" Dyon laughed. "I killed Ten, Eleven, Twelve, and Fourteen. As for Nine and Thirteen I took a liking to the two of them." His eyes sharpened with a devious light as though he fully understood the innuendo within his words. "Since they dared to attack my Clan's young master, do you not think they got what they deserved?" Seeing the rage in Eight's eyes, Dyon chuckled inwardly. He had obviously not touched Glorianice, he had his beautiful wives, why would he need her. As for Lina Thirteen's true name she hadn't appeared in a while because she went to retrieve her warriors. Before, Dyon hadn't wanted Lina to bring in her jaguar kin because the Mortal Alliance was too weak back then. If so many powerful people of one race suddenly appeared, the balance would be shattered. But now, it was perfectly fine. So, even before the war for Celestial Quadrant began, he sent her off to collect them all in secret. If everything went well, she would be back within a month. Dyon was very intrigued by Lina's Earth Jaguar race. Since they were just Heaven Grade beasts, she held great power amongst them. Eight was so furious that he suddenly laughed. "The others I don't care about. Even within our organization, they were just slightly better than average. But since you dared touch my Glorianice Even if I have to die here, I'll take you with me!" "Aiya, what a one-sided love." Dyon said pitifully. "She's been with me for years already but hasn't mentioned your name even once." The veins coursing through Eight's visage burst under his body's trembling. Crimson blood began to run down his face, giving him a fearsome appearance. By now, the Six-Winged Dhino warriors had retreated far enough, or so they believed. After all, Carnage was just the first of nine judgements. Even though it could only just now display its true power thanks to Dyon's Star Qi, at best, it could easily slaughter third grade Pseudo Dao experts. So, with how many dao experts the other side had, it wasn't impossible to block a majority of them. Now that Eight felt his duty had been completed, he disregarded Kaori's orders entirely. He would rip this masked man apart with his own hands!
