Chapter 2191: 2191
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Dyon casually glanced at the Spear Queen's body arching through the air.
'Hm… pink… unexpected choice…'
Suddenly, he felt a jab to his side, only to find not just one, but four pairs of eyes glaring at him.
Dyon coughed. "It's not my fault, who made such flimsy u_n_d_e_r_g_a_r_m_e_n_ts."
Dyon knew well he wasn't going to win this one. The Spear Queen's under wear were definitely top quality. It was just that who could create something that could obscure Immortal Sense on the Mortal Plane?
"A-hmph." Dyon cleared his throat. "It seems our leisurely days are over."
"Did you even have a plan when you came here?" Ri asked.
"Of course I had a plan." Dyon said defensively. "To wreak havoc, is that not enough of a plan?"
Ri and Clara rolled their eyes. Dyon really was too much sometimes.
Even if he had full confidence in Luna, was it really such a good idea to turn the ire of the Sprite Alliance toward her?
But in the end, they understood. Since they dared to act against Luna those near three decades ago, it meant they had already been prepared for a falling out. Dyon had already planned on not letting any of them go.
Plus, an internal war was something the Sprite Alliance would never allow to happen now. Even if their Alliance splintered, it couldn't be allowed to fall apart.
"Fine, fine. Let's go do something productive." Dyon nodded his head toward the Spear Queen. "Take her with us."
Clara's ruby eyes flashed with gold as a defensive array platform lifted the Spear Queen's unconscious body up.
"Innate aurora!"
The murmurings of the crowd grew more feverish. In just a few moments, they saw one of their best geniuses defeated with ease by one woman, then the appearance of an incredibly rare soul constitution by a second.
If just two were this talented, what about the third and the fourth. More importantly, just who was the man they all called husband?
She had been a bit spoiled by the fact thousands of them existed in Soul Universe. But, if she thought about it, a few thousand in comparison to a population of trillions… That was still incomparably rare, no?
"If you're going there, wear something else." Ri said with a pout.
Putting his hands up in mock defeat, Dyon bent to his wife's wishes. Maybe it really was inappropriate for him to go there wearing sweats.
With a snap of his fingers, his entire aura changed.
Robes of royal blue, silver and gold appeared in his body. Maybe it really was that the clothes made the man because the instant this occurred, those watching suddenly realized that this seemingly normal young man was maybe even more handsome than his wives were beautiful.
His eyes twinkled with a sharp golden light. His jaw was firm and masculine, synergizing with him careless smile. His hair, short filaments of goldish brown, waved gently in the wind…
He looked no different from an Emperor that ruled over countless nations.
The cashier beauty felt her heartbeat quicken out of her control. Was this really the same man who was making dirty jokes in her shop just minutes ago?
"Let's go."
Dyon took a step and vanished. It wasn't just him, but his wives and the Spear Queen as well. Each of them had disappeared as though they were never there to begin with.
'How is that possible…' Numerous spatial sprites felt their worlds turn upside down. Was it possible for an expert to manipulate space without their knowledge?
'Just where did they go?'
This was the foremost thought in everyone's minds. But, they could have never expected that their question wouldn't take very long to be answered. It was just that Dyon appeared in a place they would have never guessed.
One might expect the center of a capital to hold the seat of their rulers, maybe a government building, or a parliament of sorts. However, the center of the Sprite Capital was nothing of the sort.
Before it stood a tower structure, a magnificent sight indeed. However, it wasn't a palace, or a castle, a monument or even a parliament… It was a martial land, a training ground for the very best.
The so-called true training program the Sprite Alliance promised? It was right here.
One after another, Dyon and his Demon Generals began to appear. Amid a constant growing number of hostile stares toward these strangers, Dyon's personal army grew to over 3000.
However, before disdain could set in, the crumpled body of their Spear Queen was carelessly tossed to the ground, causing their pupils to constrict into pinholes.
"See, I did have a good plan. Now we don't have to deal with fodder. I'm good, right?" Dyon grinned.
"You call this a plan?" Clara muttered. "You're basically just declaring war."
Dyon's gaze turned cold. "Since they dared lay hands on my daughter, death is too good for them. I'll start with humiliation."
Dyon's c_h_e_s_t expanded slightly. A moment later, his voice covered the whole of the planet.
"I hear that Sprites shamelessly claim to be the greatest race of humans in this era. I'm of the opinion that this is nothing but bullshit.
"For every second you all waste my time, I'll kill another sprite and hang them up. Maybe if you don't respond fast enough, I'll start with your precious pink panty wearing Spear Goddess."
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Dyon casually glanced at the Spear Queen's body arching through the air.
'Hm… pink… unexpected choice…'
Suddenly, he felt a jab to his side, only to find not just one, but four pairs of eyes glaring at him.
Dyon coughed. "It's not my fault, who made such flimsy u_n_d_e_r_g_a_r_m_e_n_ts."
Dyon knew well he wasn't going to win this one. The Spear Queen's under wear were definitely top quality. It was just that who could create something that could obscure Immortal Sense on the Mortal Plane?
"A-hmph." Dyon cleared his throat. "It seems our leisurely days are over."
"Did you even have a plan when you came here?" Ri asked.
"Of course I had a plan." Dyon said defensively. "To wreak havoc, is that not enough of a plan?"
Ri and Clara rolled their eyes. Dyon really was too much sometimes.
Even if he had full confidence in Luna, was it really such a good idea to turn the ire of the Sprite Alliance toward her?
But in the end, they understood. Since they dared to act against Luna those near three decades ago, it meant they had already been prepared for a falling out. Dyon had already planned on not letting any of them go.
Plus, an internal war was something the Sprite Alliance would never allow to happen now. Even if their Alliance splintered, it couldn't be allowed to fall apart.
"Fine, fine. Let's go do something productive." Dyon nodded his head toward the Spear Queen. "Take her with us."
Clara's ruby eyes flashed with gold as a defensive array platform lifted the Spear Queen's unconscious body up.
"Innate aurora!"
The murmurings of the crowd grew more feverish. In just a few moments, they saw one of their best geniuses defeated with ease by one woman, then the appearance of an incredibly rare soul constitution by a second.
If just two were this talented, what about the third and the fourth. More importantly, just who was the man they all called husband?
She had been a bit spoiled by the fact thousands of them existed in Soul Universe. But, if she thought about it, a few thousand in comparison to a population of trillions… That was still incomparably rare, no?
"If you're going there, wear something else." Ri said with a pout.
Putting his hands up in mock defeat, Dyon bent to his wife's wishes. Maybe it really was inappropriate for him to go there wearing sweats.
With a snap of his fingers, his entire aura changed.
Robes of royal blue, silver and gold appeared in his body. Maybe it really was that the clothes made the man because the instant this occurred, those watching suddenly realized that this seemingly normal young man was maybe even more handsome than his wives were beautiful.
His eyes twinkled with a sharp golden light. His jaw was firm and masculine, synergizing with him careless smile. His hair, short filaments of goldish brown, waved gently in the wind…
He looked no different from an Emperor that ruled over countless nations.
The cashier beauty felt her heartbeat quicken out of her control. Was this really the same man who was making dirty jokes in her shop just minutes ago?
"Let's go."
Dyon took a step and vanished. It wasn't just him, but his wives and the Spear Queen as well. Each of them had disappeared as though they were never there to begin with.
'How is that possible…' Numerous spatial sprites felt their worlds turn upside down. Was it possible for an expert to manipulate space without their knowledge?
'Just where did they go?'
This was the foremost thought in everyone's minds. But, they could have never expected that their question wouldn't take very long to be answered. It was just that Dyon appeared in a place they would have never guessed.
One might expect the center of a capital to hold the seat of their rulers, maybe a government building, or a parliament of sorts. However, the center of the Sprite Capital was nothing of the sort.
Before it stood a tower structure, a magnificent sight indeed. However, it wasn't a palace, or a castle, a monument or even a parliament… It was a martial land, a training ground for the very best.
The so-called true training program the Sprite Alliance promised? It was right here.
One after another, Dyon and his Demon Generals began to appear. Amid a constant growing number of hostile stares toward these strangers, Dyon's personal army grew to over 3000.
However, before disdain could set in, the crumpled body of their Spear Queen was carelessly tossed to the ground, causing their pupils to constrict into pinholes.
"See, I did have a good plan. Now we don't have to deal with fodder. I'm good, right?" Dyon grinned.
"You call this a plan?" Clara muttered. "You're basically just declaring war."
Dyon's gaze turned cold. "Since they dared lay hands on my daughter, death is too good for them. I'll start with humiliation."
Dyon's c_h_e_s_t expanded slightly. A moment later, his voice covered the whole of the planet.
"I hear that Sprites shamelessly claim to be the greatest race of humans in this era. I'm of the opinion that this is nothing but bullshit.
"For every second you all waste my time, I'll kill another sprite and hang them up. Maybe if you don't respond fast enough, I'll start with your precious pink panty wearing Spear Goddess."
Dyon casually glanced at the Spear Queen's body arching through the air. 'Hm pink unexpected choice' Suddenly, he felt a jab to his side, only to find not just one, but four pairs of eyes glaring at him. Dyon coughed. "It's not my fault, who made such flimsy u_n_d_e_r_g_a_r_m_e_n_ts." Dyon knew well he wasn't going to win this one. The Spear Queen's under wear were definitely top quality. It was just that who could create something that could obscure Immortal Sense on the Mortal Plane? "A-hmph." Dyon cleared his throat. "It seems our leisurely days are over." "Did you even have a plan when you came here?" Ri asked. "Of course I had a plan." Dyon said defensively. "To wreak havoc, is that not enough of a plan?" Ri and Clara rolled their eyes. Dyon really was too much sometimes. Even if he had full confidence in Luna, was it really such a good idea to turn the ire of the Sprite Alliance toward her? But in the end, they understood. Since they dared to act against Luna those near three decades ago, it meant they had already been prepared for a falling out. Dyon had already planned on not letting any of them go. Plus, an internal war was something the Sprite Alliance would never allow to happen now. Even if their Alliance splintered, it couldn't be allowed to fall apart. "Fine, fine. Let's go do something productive." Dyon nodded his head toward the Spear Queen. "Take her with us." Clara's ruby eyes flashed with gold as a defensive array platform lifted the Spear Queen's unconscious body up. "Innate aurora!" The murmurings of the crowd grew more feverish. In just a few moments, they saw one of their best geniuses defeated with ease by one woman, then the appearance of an incredibly rare soul constitution by a second. If just two were this talented, what about the third and the fourth. More importantly, just who was the man they all called husband? She had been a bit spoiled by the fact thousands of them existed in Soul Universe. But, if she thought about it, a few thousand in comparison to a population of trillions That was still incomparably rare, no? "If you're going there, wear something else." Ri said with a pout. Putting his hands up in mock defeat, Dyon bent to his wife's wishes. Maybe it really was inappropriate for him to go there wearing sweats. With a snap of his fingers, his entire aura changed. Robes of royal blue, silver and gold appeared in his body. Maybe it really was that the clothes made the man because the instant this occurred, those watching suddenly realized that this seemingly normal young man was maybe even more handsome than his wives were beautiful. His eyes twinkled with a sharp golden light. His jaw was firm and masculine, synergizing with him careless smile. His hair, short filaments of goldish brown, waved gently in the wind He looked no different from an Emperor that ruled over countless nations. The cashier beauty felt her heartbeat quicken out of her control. Was this really the same man who was making dirty jokes in her shop just minutes ago? "Let's go." Dyon took a step and vanished. It wasn't just him, but his wives and the Spear Queen as well. Each of them had disappeared as though they were never there to begin with. 'How is that possible' Numerous spatial sprites felt their worlds turn upside down. Was it possible for an expert to manipulate space without their knowledge? 'Just where did they go?' This was the foremost thought in everyone's minds. But, they could have never expected that their question wouldn't take very long to be answered. It was just that Dyon appeared in a place they would have never guessed. One might expect the center of a capital to hold the seat of their rulers, maybe a government building, or a parliament of sorts. However, the center of the Sprite Capital was nothing of the sort. Before it stood a tower structure, a magnificent sight indeed. However, it wasn't a palace, or a castle, a monument or even a parliament It was a martial land, a training ground for the very best. The so-called true training program the Sprite Alliance promised? It was right here. One after another, Dyon and his Demon Generals began to appear. Amid a constant growing number of hostile stares toward these strangers, Dyon's personal army grew to over 3000. However, before disdain could set in, the crumpled body of their Spear Queen was carelessly tossed to the ground, causing their pupils to constrict into pinholes. "See, I did have a good plan. Now we don't have to deal with fodder. I'm good, right?" Dyon grinned. "You call this a plan?" Clara muttered. "You're basically just declaring war." Dyon's gaze turned cold. "Since they dared lay hands on my daughter, death is too good for them. I'll start with humiliation." Dyon's c_h_e_s_t expanded slightly. A moment later, his voice covered the whole of the planet. "I hear that Sprites shamelessly claim to be the greatest race of humans in this era. I'm of the opinion that this is nothing but bullshit. "For every second you all waste my time, I'll kill another sprite and hang them up. Maybe if you don't respond fast enough, I'll start with your precious pink panty wearing Spear Goddess."
