Novel Full Book 6: Chapter 363: One with Daos (3)
Book 6: Chapter 363: One with Daos (3)
Percival trembled with rage. To be slapped in the face like this was nothing less than a severe hit to his prestige. The array he was so confident in hadn’t even lasted a single strike!
It didn’t make any sense. Secondary professions were structured and ranked such that those of a level corresponding to a certain cultivation level were able to aid those a step above. For example, a Grandmaster is the equivalent of a saint, however, they’re able to create and forge things useful for celestials.
The fact that this was a comet level array, corresponding to the lower and middle celestial levels, meant that even a peak celestial shouldn’t have been able to destroy it so easily. In fact, the array was built to survive under the attacks of a dozen peak celestials for months! Yet that very same array fell in a single strike!
As if feeling their Kings rage, the one hundred golden dragon tailed lions roared, shaking the skies with their presence.
“Kill!” Percival roared.
More than half of the knights of the Grand Templar Sect were thrown into disarray having fallen down from the crumbling wall, however, they understood the consequences of disobeying King Percival.
Bors frowned, but there was nothing he could do. Even as Percival’s close friend, he knew that there was no stopping him when he got like this. Plus, he also understood that Dyon had crossed a line of no return. It was impossible for them to take this insult lying down or else they would never be able to raise their heads high again. At the very least, they had the pride of true paladins.
“Why…” Dyon muttered to himself. “Why are you sending them to die?… What is your purpose?… Does this really matter to you that much?… I only asked to see someone…”
Dyon’s mind was a mess. It was as though everything that should have been clear turned murky, fading from his view and understanding.
Seeing the pointless actions of these knights, he struggled. He couldn’t stand watching them run as fast as they could toward their ends. Everything ended pitifully anyway, why rush to die?…
With a single thought, hundreds of thousands of large white lilies appeared on the battlefield, standing before Dyon and the disarrayed charging army.
In that instant, two hundred thousand Dyon’s appeared, each grasping into the air to materialize a bow.
The experts in the skies trembled with shock. How did things turn out like this? How could a single person clone themselves so much?!
However, the reality was right before them. The battle prowess that the Grand Templar Sect was so proud of was replicated by Dyon in a mere moment.
Each clone contained 15% of Dyon’s prowess, but what did that really mean? Wasn’t a Celestial already more than 10 times more powerful than even a peak saint? Dyon, who had a celestial body, forming clones with 15% of his battle prowess was the equivalent of spawning 200 000 peak saints!
Percival wanted to yell out and command at the top of his lungs to enter a defensive formation, but it was only at that moment he realized how stupid he had been. He forced his armies to charge in such an unsightly fashion, how could they enter any formations now?!
200 000 arrows launched into the skies, carrying a deadly momentum. However, before they could even reach their targets, Dyon’s main body grunted.
In that moment, the tip of every arrow was coated with a small black flame, amplifying their dangerous aura by an inconceivable amount.
Esmeralda’s heart seized. ‘So much control… This is far beyond the level of a celestial…’
The sound of arrows hitting their targets was like the pitter patter of heavy rain on a warm spring day, stunning the charging army.
200 000 knights became completely engulfed in black flames before collapsing to the ground.
The two Kings could only watch in horror as half of their army was rendered useless. However, the most humiliating part was that Dyon hadn’t even bothered to kill them like warriors. Instead, they were stripped of their armor and weapons, left lying on the ground completely naked as the flames inflicted just enough damage to end their ability to fight, but not enough to place their lives in danger.
Humiliation! Naked humiliation!
Dyon violently coughed up mouthfuls of blood as he felt his soul rung dry even more severely than before. Even he couldn’t understand why he went through so much trouble to not kill them. Didn’t he believe that evil reigned no matter what? In that case, why not just kill them to put them out of their misery?… It was only a matter of time before they died anyway…
“Why…” Dyon wiped the blood from his mouth, watching the rest of the army hesitate in their advance.
Sensing Percival’s anger, the one hundred dragon tailed lions roared into the skies, swooping down to support the army.
One hundred celestial beasts bore down on Dyon’s figure, seeking to do nothing else but tear him apart.
Dyon’s fists clenched as he inhaled a breath so large the wind visibly rushed toward him, expanding his chest outward.
His life span fell by yet another more than thousand years as two illusory arrays appeared in the skies.
One was a deep red-black, trembling with a fierce demonic aura at almost 50 meters wide.
The other fluctuated with all sort of colors, never remaining the same and seeming to be a different wavelength depending on the angle you looked at it. At almost 50 meters wide, it too loomed with a strong aura.
Both hovered before Dyon as his inhaled breath reached its apex.
In that instant, the world fell into a complete silence as Dyon roared. The Kings didn’t even have time to register that this appearance of music and demonic 9th level intents already made 5 One with Daos Dyon had used since he appeared…
The roar was so loud that it was almost impossible to process. Dyon vocal cords sheered apart, completely unable to withstand the strain and forcing him to cough up more blood after sonic booms emitted from his lips.
However, why he willingly injured himself like this became clear in the next instant as 100 peak earth grade beasts fell from the skies… Completely incapacitated by fear…