Chapter 2185: Baron
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Chapter 2185 Baron
All of them wore red robes, just like Crystella, Tedric and Kywen had. However, these robes had various shades of their own along with small bits of embroidery. Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
Dyon had found out through Crystella's miscellaneous words that the level of embroidery on their robes was actually related to their world core. The closer one could approach it, the more embroidery they earned. It was no wonder the old fogie had robes that looked more gold than red.
The Darkwell Clan had almost maroon robes. The Dimwell Clan had an even slightly darker shade. As for the Nightwell Clan, theirs were red with black accents, not that Dyon wore them.
Dyon finished his walk to the only empty side of a triangular platform. He was inwardly amused by the setup, it reminded him of a gameshow from his mortal world.
"I'm representing the Nightwell Clan right now." Dyon said casually. "I wonder how they would feel if they knew a member of your Clan to their representatives as entertainment. He should be thanking me. If not for my actions, his ending would have been even worse.
"Maybe in his next life, he'll learn to control his gaze a bit better."
The expression of the Dimwell member who spoke darkened further.
He felt that Dyon was making fun of him. Everyone knew that Immortals couldn't reincarnate, only the pitiful existences of mortals could be reused and recycled. At least, that was how Immortals framed the matter. Their lives were worth far more, so of course they couldn't just restart if they wanted to.
The fact that those words had come out of Dyon's mouth almost made it seem like he was implying that they were inferior precisely due to the fact they were immortal and didn't have a next life waiting for them.
This, however, had nothing to do with Dyon. His only task was to get the Nightwell Clan 30 points then be on his way. He wasn't interested in fighting battles for them. Even if they asked, he would refuse.
"This first round will be... talismans.
"In a moment, 16 blanks will appear before you. You are tasked with working with your partners to create a defensive formation of ten metrics wide. The bare minimum requirement is that it defend against 3 full powered assaults from a Higher Immortal Essence expert. You must use all 16 blanks. You have 3 days."
A 'metric' wasn't exactly a unit of measurement, though it could be considered one. In colloquial terms, a metric represents a single layer of a formation. Ten metrics obviously referred to 10 layers. How large those layers were would obviously depend, which is exactly why it wasn't a true unit of measurement.
This said, the closer and more tightly bound a layer was in relation to another, the more powerful a formation would be. Though who could make a multi-layered formation seem to have just one were the absolute best.
The true difficulty of this task, however, was the forced use of all 16 blanks and the fact there had to be 10 layers.
The Heavens had particular numbers that it liked. Said numbers, when incorporated into formations, made them extremely powerful. While, other numbers made the formation fragile. It was the same reason why humans found groups of 3 to be more pleasing than 4, and so on.
The Heavens especially loved numbers like 3, 9, and multiples of them – with a particular emphasis on multiples of both. However, 10 and 16 were especially jarring. Crafting a formation around these numbers was like trying to jam a key into the wrong keyhole. It was borderline impossible, and all the more amusing since Dyon hadn't gotten around to testing himself in drawing talismans yet. He didn't know why he had to have so many firsts during such important events.
But, even still, 3 days was simply far too long. This competition would bore him to death if every round took so long. What a bother.
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Chapter 2185 Baron
All of them wore red robes, just like Crystella, Tedric and Kywen had. However, these robes had various shades of their own along with small bits of embroidery. Updated from novelbIn.(c)om
Dyon had found out through Crystella's miscellaneous words that the level of embroidery on their robes was actually related to their world core. The closer one could approach it, the more embroidery they earned. It was no wonder the old fogie had robes that looked more gold than red.
The Darkwell Clan had almost maroon robes. The Dimwell Clan had an even slightly darker shade. As for the Nightwell Clan, theirs were red with black accents, not that Dyon wore them.
Dyon finished his walk to the only empty side of a triangular platform. He was inwardly amused by the setup, it reminded him of a gameshow from his mortal world.
"I'm representing the Nightwell Clan right now." Dyon said casually. "I wonder how they would feel if they knew a member of your Clan to their representatives as entertainment. He should be thanking me. If not for my actions, his ending would have been even worse.
"Maybe in his next life, he'll learn to control his gaze a bit better."
The expression of the Dimwell member who spoke darkened further.
He felt that Dyon was making fun of him. Everyone knew that Immortals couldn't reincarnate, only the pitiful existences of mortals could be reused and recycled. At least, that was how Immortals framed the matter. Their lives were worth far more, so of course they couldn't just restart if they wanted to.
The fact that those words had come out of Dyon's mouth almost made it seem like he was implying that they were inferior precisely due to the fact they were immortal and didn't have a next life waiting for them.
This, however, had nothing to do with Dyon. His only task was to get the Nightwell Clan 30 points then be on his way. He wasn't interested in fighting battles for them. Even if they asked, he would refuse.
"This first round will be... talismans.
"In a moment, 16 blanks will appear before you. You are tasked with working with your partners to create a defensive formation of ten metrics wide. The bare minimum requirement is that it defend against 3 full powered assaults from a Higher Immortal Essence expert. You must use all 16 blanks. You have 3 days."
A 'metric' wasn't exactly a unit of measurement, though it could be considered one. In colloquial terms, a metric represents a single layer of a formation. Ten metrics obviously referred to 10 layers. How large those layers were would obviously depend, which is exactly why it wasn't a true unit of measurement.
This said, the closer and more tightly bound a layer was in relation to another, the more powerful a formation would be. Though who could make a multi-layered formation seem to have just one were the absolute best.
The true difficulty of this task, however, was the forced use of all 16 blanks and the fact there had to be 10 layers.
The Heavens had particular numbers that it liked. Said numbers, when incorporated into formations, made them extremely powerful. While, other numbers made the formation fragile. It was the same reason why humans found groups of 3 to be more pleasing than 4, and so on.
The Heavens especially loved numbers like 3, 9, and multiples of them – with a particular emphasis on multiples of both. However, 10 and 16 were especially jarring. Crafting a formation around these numbers was like trying to jam a key into the wrong keyhole. It was borderline impossible, and all the more amusing since Dyon hadn't gotten around to testing himself in drawing talismans yet. He didn't know why he had to have so many firsts during such important events.
But, even still, 3 days was simply far too long. This competition would bore him to death if every round took so long. What a bother.
Chapter 2185 Baron All of them wore red robes, just like Crystella, Tedric and Kywen had. However, these robes had various shades of their own along with small bits of embroidery. Updated from novelbIn.comDyon had found out through Crystella's miscellaneous words that the level of embroidery on their robes was actually related to their world core. The closer one could approach it, the more embroidery they earned. It was no wonder the old fogie had robes that looked more gold than red. The Darkwell Clan had almost maroon robes. The Dimwell Clan had an even slightly darker shade. As for the Nightwell Clan, theirs were red with black accents, not that Dyon wore them. Dyon finished his walk to the only empty side of a triangular platform. He was inwardly amused by the setup, it reminded him of a gameshow from his mortal world. "I'm representing the Nightwell Clan right now." Dyon said casually. "I wonder how they would feel if they knew a member of your Clan to their representatives as entertainment. He should be thanking me. If not for my actions, his ending would have been even worse. "Maybe in his next life, he'll learn to control his gaze a bit better." The expression of the Dimwell member who spoke darkened further. He felt that Dyon was making fun of him. Everyone knew that Immortals couldn't reincarnate, only the pitiful existences of mortals could be reused and recycled. At least, that was how Immortals framed the matter. Their lives were worth far more, so of course they couldn't just restart if they wanted to. The fact that those words had come out of Dyon's mouth almost made it seem like he was implying that they were inferior precisely due to the fact they were immortal and didn't have a next life waiting for them. This, however, had nothing to do with Dyon. His only task was to get the Nightwell Clan 30 points then be on his way. He wasn't interested in fighting battles for them. Even if they asked, he would refuse. "This first round will be... talismans. "In a moment, 16 blanks will appear before you. You are tasked with working with your partners to create a defensive formation of ten metrics wide. The bare minimum requirement is that it defend against 3 full powered assaults from a Higher Immortal Essence expert. You must use all 16 blanks. You have 3 days." A 'metric' wasn't exactly a unit of measurement, though it could be considered one. In colloquial terms, a metric represents a single layer of a formation. Ten metrics obviously referred to 10 layers. How large those layers were would obviously depend, which is exactly why it wasn't a true unit of measurement. This said, the closer and more tightly bound a layer was in relation to another, the more powerful a formation would be. Though who could make a multi-layered formation seem to have just one were the absolute best. The true difficulty of this task, however, was the forced use of all 16 blanks and the fact there had to be 10 layers. The Heavens had particular numbers that it liked. Said numbers, when incorporated into formations, made them extremely powerful. While, other numbers made the formation fragile. It was the same reason why humans found groups of 3 to be more pleasing than 4, and so on. The Heavens especially loved numbers like 3, 9, and multiples of them with a particular emphasis on multiples of both. However, 10 and 16 were especially jarring. Crafting a formation around these numbers was like trying to jam a key into the wrong keyhole. It was borderline impossible, and all the more amusing since Dyon hadn't gotten around to testing himself in drawing talismans yet. He didn't know why he had to have so many firsts during such important events. But, even still, 3 days was simply far too long. This competition would bore him to death if every round took so long. What a bother.
