Chapter 2111: 2111
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Within the tower of elders, the mysterious masked man laughed jovially as an adorable cauldron bobbed up and down on his shoulder, seemingly laughing as well.
"My little cousin is a little useless, but there is one thing he's unmatched in, and that's leading an army! Sit back and enjoy the show."
The lips of the various elders and Clan Heads were already twitching at this masked man's careless demeanor. But, if they knew that this masked man was actually Dyon praising a clone of himself, there wouldn't be enough words in all the languages created across time and space for them to express just how shameless they thought he was.
The difference between Dyon and the other elders was too striking.
Some of the weaker elders sat as straight as a javelin, being extremely careful and sparce with their words to avoid offending anyone they couldn't afford to, while the stronger elders still retained their respectable appearances, casually forming lasting relationsh.i.p.s.
Yet, Dyon reclined and kicked his feet up, eating piles of food that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Of course, these piles of food were all cooked by Saru. Even when he ran out, he would just have his clone send him more through their connected inner worlds. He was really leading a comfortable life.
To make matters worse, his words were simply too much. If 'Dyon' was useless, what words could describe their own clan heirs then?
"To tell you the truth." Dyon casually glanced over at Emperor Star. "I thought the Star Clan was being a bit too prideful in not asking my Sacharro Clan for help in designing the formations for the Federation. But, I'll have to retract that thought, your formation masters are quite good."
Though Dyon's words were casual, Emperor Star sensed a hint of playfulness in them.
In that moment, he suddenly had a thought. Could it be that he knows they tried to rig Madeleine's placement?
A cold sweat permeated Emperor Star's back, but Dyon had already turned his attention back to the large screens before them, smiling happily as he ate through the hole he formed in his mask.
"Such sharp picture quality!"
Emperor Star coughed lightly. "Yes, thank you for the praise, Sir Sacharro."
Dyon sneered inwardly, but didn't say much else. He didn't like being a magnanimous person, but for the sake of the bigger picture, he'd let it go for now. Plus, he had rigged a few things himself, he had more than sought revenge for that slight.
Still, if others heard him describe himself as magnanimous…
**
At this moment, Dyon's clone and his Blood Phoenix Battalion had landed upon a planet controlled by a 1st tier entity. Simply put, even Dyon's clone could sweep through this planet in just a few seconds. Unfortunately…
Dyon stood on Linlin's back, looking over his Battalion, perfectly split into the Four Cardinal Armies.
With a thought, Dyon silently connected with his main body through their inner world connection. Thanks to this ability, he could use the strength of The Seal.
Before, during the elimination tournament, he had sealed everyone's cultivation to the 1st Celestial Stage. However, this time, he took it even a step further, sealing their cultivations to the 9th Saint Stage. Simply put, they weren't even Peak Saints, they were Higher Saints!
As thousands of golden beams seeped into each and every one of them, solemn expressions coated their features. They realized that the difference between them and Dyon was actually so large… They couldn't even resist, yet they had lost more than 90% of their strength.
This was a True God!
If Dyon heard their thoughts, he would chuckle. At this point, calling him a True God was insulting him. He had long since surpassed that title.
"The strength of an army isn't about the individual, it's about the whole. You've been taught that strength in the martial world only comes down to yourself, but this isn't always the case.
"There exist armies of celestials that can threaten even dao experts!"
Murmurs of astonishment spread through Dyon's battalion, but they found it too hard to believe.
However, Dyon wasn't lying. In the information Jade left behind, Dyon relied on his comprehension of the God of War's Martial Intent to form one such army. But, he wasn't alone. Those outer powers, especially the Nephilim, all had numerous armies of this caliber!
"Until this mission concludes, I will not lift a single finger unless all your lives will be forfeit without me. You, along with my partners, will have to forge this strength on your own under my command.
"I have no intention of forming you all into such an army. You are not of my Sacharro Clan and each of you have your own individual goals. But, I promise that merits we acc.u.mulate will be split evenly.
"All warriors will receive the same points. Vice Squadron Leaders, Squadron Leaders and Corps Captains will receive a higher total respective of themselves and normal warriors. All Cardinal Generals will receive equal points to each other as well according to their status. And I will receive a slightly higher total than that.
"If you are unsatisfied with your points total, claim a higher position for yourself.
"Now, we will start with this very planet here. Within a month, we will sweep through it and claim the 1st tier reward for ourselves."
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Within the tower of elders, the mysterious masked man laughed jovially as an adorable cauldron bobbed up and down on his shoulder, seemingly laughing as well.
"My little cousin is a little useless, but there is one thing he's unmatched in, and that's leading an army! Sit back and enjoy the show."
The lips of the various elders and Clan Heads were already twitching at this masked man's careless demeanor. But, if they knew that this masked man was actually Dyon praising a clone of himself, there wouldn't be enough words in all the languages created across time and space for them to express just how shameless they thought he was.
The difference between Dyon and the other elders was too striking.
Some of the weaker elders sat as straight as a javelin, being extremely careful and sparce with their words to avoid offending anyone they couldn't afford to, while the stronger elders still retained their respectable appearances, casually forming lasting relationsh.i.p.s.
Yet, Dyon reclined and kicked his feet up, eating piles of food that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Of course, these piles of food were all cooked by Saru. Even when he ran out, he would just have his clone send him more through their connected inner worlds. He was really leading a comfortable life.
To make matters worse, his words were simply too much. If 'Dyon' was useless, what words could describe their own clan heirs then?
"To tell you the truth." Dyon casually glanced over at Emperor Star. "I thought the Star Clan was being a bit too prideful in not asking my Sacharro Clan for help in designing the formations for the Federation. But, I'll have to retract that thought, your formation masters are quite good."
Though Dyon's words were casual, Emperor Star sensed a hint of playfulness in them.
In that moment, he suddenly had a thought. Could it be that he knows they tried to rig Madeleine's placement?
A cold sweat permeated Emperor Star's back, but Dyon had already turned his attention back to the large screens before them, smiling happily as he ate through the hole he formed in his mask.
"Such sharp picture quality!"
Emperor Star coughed lightly. "Yes, thank you for the praise, Sir Sacharro."
Dyon sneered inwardly, but didn't say much else. He didn't like being a magnanimous person, but for the sake of the bigger picture, he'd let it go for now. Plus, he had rigged a few things himself, he had more than sought revenge for that slight.
Still, if others heard him describe himself as magnanimous…
**
At this moment, Dyon's clone and his Blood Phoenix Battalion had landed upon a planet controlled by a 1st tier entity. Simply put, even Dyon's clone could sweep through this planet in just a few seconds. Unfortunately…
Dyon stood on Linlin's back, looking over his Battalion, perfectly split into the Four Cardinal Armies.
With a thought, Dyon silently connected with his main body through their inner world connection. Thanks to this ability, he could use the strength of The Seal.
Before, during the elimination tournament, he had sealed everyone's cultivation to the 1st Celestial Stage. However, this time, he took it even a step further, sealing their cultivations to the 9th Saint Stage. Simply put, they weren't even Peak Saints, they were Higher Saints!
As thousands of golden beams seeped into each and every one of them, solemn expressions coated their features. They realized that the difference between them and Dyon was actually so large… They couldn't even resist, yet they had lost more than 90% of their strength.
This was a True God!
If Dyon heard their thoughts, he would chuckle. At this point, calling him a True God was insulting him. He had long since surpassed that title.
"The strength of an army isn't about the individual, it's about the whole. You've been taught that strength in the martial world only comes down to yourself, but this isn't always the case.
"There exist armies of celestials that can threaten even dao experts!"
Murmurs of astonishment spread through Dyon's battalion, but they found it too hard to believe.
However, Dyon wasn't lying. In the information Jade left behind, Dyon relied on his comprehension of the God of War's Martial Intent to form one such army. But, he wasn't alone. Those outer powers, especially the Nephilim, all had numerous armies of this caliber!
"Until this mission concludes, I will not lift a single finger unless all your lives will be forfeit without me. You, along with my partners, will have to forge this strength on your own under my command.
"I have no intention of forming you all into such an army. You are not of my Sacharro Clan and each of you have your own individual goals. But, I promise that merits we acc.u.mulate will be split evenly.
"All warriors will receive the same points. Vice Squadron Leaders, Squadron Leaders and Corps Captains will receive a higher total respective of themselves and normal warriors. All Cardinal Generals will receive equal points to each other as well according to their status. And I will receive a slightly higher total than that.
"If you are unsatisfied with your points total, claim a higher position for yourself.
"Now, we will start with this very planet here. Within a month, we will sweep through it and claim the 1st tier reward for ourselves."
Within the tower of elders, the mysterious masked man laughed jovially as an adorable cauldron bobbed up and down on his shoulder, seemingly laughing as well. "My little cousin is a little useless, but there is one thing he's unmatched in, and that's leading an army! Sit back and enjoy the show." The lips of the various elders and Clan Heads were already twitching at this masked man's careless demeanor. But, if they knew that this masked man was actually Dyon praising a clone of himself, there wouldn't be enough words in all the languages created across time and space for them to express just how shameless they thought he was. The difference between Dyon and the other elders was too striking. Some of the weaker elders sat as straight as a javelin, being extremely careful and sparce with their words to avoid offending anyone they couldn't afford to, while the stronger elders still retained their respectable appearances, casually forming lasting relationsh.i.p.s. Yet, Dyon reclined and kicked his feet up, eating piles of food that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Of course, these piles of food were all cooked by Saru. Even when he ran out, he would just have his clone send him more through their connected inner worlds. He was really leading a comfortable life. To make matters worse, his words were simply too much. If 'Dyon' was useless, what words could describe their own clan heirs then? "To tell you the truth." Dyon casually glanced over at Emperor Star. "I thought the Star Clan was being a bit too prideful in not asking my Sacharro Clan for help in designing the formations for the Federation. But, I'll have to retract that thought, your formation masters are quite good." Though Dyon's words were casual, Emperor Star sensed a hint of playfulness in them. In that moment, he suddenly had a thought. Could it be that he knows they tried to rig Madeleine's placement? A cold sweat permeated Emperor Star's back, but Dyon had already turned his attention back to the large screens before them, smiling happily as he ate through the hole he formed in his mask. "Such sharp picture quality!" Emperor Star coughed lightly. "Yes, thank you for the praise, Sir Sacharro." Dyon sneered inwardly, but didn't say much else. He didn't like being a magnanimous person, but for the sake of the bigger picture, he'd let it go for now. Plus, he had rigged a few things himself, he had more than sought revenge for that slight. Still, if others heard him describe himself as magnanimous ** At this moment, Dyon's clone and his Blood Phoenix Battalion had landed upon a planet controlled by a 1st tier entity. Simply put, even Dyon's clone could sweep through this planet in just a few seconds. Unfortunately Dyon stood on Linlin's back, looking over his Battalion, perfectly split into the Four Cardinal Armies. With a thought, Dyon silently connected with his main body through their inner world connection. Thanks to this ability, he could use the strength of The Seal. Before, during the elimination tournament, he had sealed everyone's cultivation to the 1st Celestial Stage. However, this time, he took it even a step further, sealing their cultivations to the 9th Saint Stage. Simply put, they weren't even Peak Saints, they were Higher Saints! As thousands of golden beams seeped into each and every one of them, solemn expressions coated their features. They realized that the difference between them and Dyon was actually so large They couldn't even resist, yet they had lost more than 90% of their strength. This was a True God! If Dyon heard their thoughts, he would chuckle. At this point, calling him a True God was insulting him. He had long since surpassed that title. "The strength of an army isn't about the individual, it's about the whole. You've been taught that strength in the martial world only comes down to yourself, but this isn't always the case. "There exist armies of celestials that can threaten even dao experts!" Murmurs of astonishment spread through Dyon's battalion, but they found it too hard to believe. However, Dyon wasn't lying. In the information Jade left behind, Dyon relied on his comprehension of the God of War's Martial Intent to form one such army. But, he wasn't alone. Those outer powers, especially the Nephilim, all had numerous armies of this caliber! "Until this mission concludes, I will not lift a single finger unless all your lives will be forfeit without me. You, along with my partners, will have to forge this strength on your own under my command. "I have no intention of forming you all into such an army. You are not of my Sacharro Clan and each of you have your own individual goals. But, I promise that merits we acc.u.mulate will be split evenly. "All warriors will receive the same points. Vice Squadron Leaders, Squadron Leaders and Corps Captains will receive a higher total respective of themselves and normal warriors. All Cardinal Generals will receive equal points to each other as well according to their status. And I will receive a slightly higher total than that. "If you are unsatisfied with your points total, claim a higher position for yourself. "Now, we will start with this very planet here. Within a month, we will sweep through it and claim the 1st tier reward for ourselves."
