Novel Full Book 9: Chapter 40: Pjisel (1)
Book 9: Chapter 40: Pjisel (1)
Though the Five Beast Clan Alliance was waiting for the end of the 7 month period, Dyon had no intention of waiting that long. There were now less than 110 years left until the Ancient Battlefield descended, but Dyon understood the importance of building up the strength of his territory. Before they began that battle, he had to ensure that both the culture and strength of the Mortal Alliance was perfect.
However, even though he was in a rush, Dyon wasn’t a fool. He had just absorbed several hundred million warriors into his army, but his true core force only composed of 30 million.
Why did Dyon not directly conquer Universe Thirteen? What was the point of him starting from the edge of the Five Clan Beast Alliance and rushing to conquer 13 universes in a month before their elites noticed? It was because he didn’t have enough people.
Without the swelling of his army that occurred as Dyon conquered one universe after another, he wouldn’t have had the strength to take Universe Thirteen to begin with.
This alone showed the massive problem Dyon was facing. He didn’t have the level of accumulation these Clans that had existed for thousands of years had, and now he was running to catch up.
However, as much as he wanted to lean back and take his time to digest the gains, he didn’t have such luxury.
Dyon got to work immediately. After conquering the pincer universe between Ragnor and Pakal territory – which he quickly named Universe King, representing its importance among his chess pieces – and securing his 14th Universe, Dyon worked in earnest to organize his forces.
Under Monet’s coercion, the beasts had no recourse. The scary strength of Heaven’s Children shone through as Monet didn’t seem to have a limit on the beasts she could control.
Dyon scrapped his previous organizational structure. As they ventured deeper into beast clan territory, they ran into more and more beasts and less and less humans. The more this occurred, the less sense it made for all of the beasts to be taken under Giralda’s wings.
Though Dyon had introduced a military organizational structure during the first Mortal Meeting, this wasn’t the appropriate situation to make use of it since these individuals weren’t truly his citizens yet.
Dyon’s army had swelled to 1.5 billion strong. Without hesitation, he split them among his Demon Generals, giving each 500 000 to command and temporally naming them Demon Corps.
Within each of the Demon Corps, 450 000 were saints and the remaining 50 000 were celestials of varying strength. Pseudo Dao experts were incredibly rare. Aside from the six Dyon captured in Universe One, the next few only appeared once more within Universe Thirteen, bringing the total to ten. Dyon assumed that this was because the true elite forces were concentrated in the five core universes.
Over the next 2 months, Dyon held nothing but military exercises. He drilled his philosophy and tactics into the minds of these newcomers. He worked them so hard that they hardly had time to think of rebelling, not that Monet’s abilities would allow them.
The newcomers were aghast. This leader of theirs actually had the train within the harsh environments of the Gates under maintenance for months on end. To make matters worse, he had raised the Gate’s threshold to the celestial realm despite the vast majority of the army being saints.
In these months, the citizens of the Five Beast Clan Alliance came to know Dyon’s strength. It wasn’t impossible to see Dyon summoning thousands of clones, all to decimate an entire Demon Corps alone.
“Again!”
Dyon roared in the skies, watching emotionlessly as his army of 10 000 0.5% clones beat yet another Demon Corps into submission.
After forming his dao heart and awakening his full talent, mastering techniques became far easier. The first technique Dyon used his new ability to flood his brain with soul qi on was the Florence Family technique, allowing him to master it to a new level and create 5% clones despite his vast increase in strength. However, Dyon was only using 0.5% clones now in order to give them Demon Corps a chance.
“React faster! You’re cultivators!” Dyon’s voice of disdain peppered down insults. “When I say turn to the west, you about face to the west. When I say the east, you pivot to the east. Did I say to take a step forward? So why would you?!”
Dyon’s system was the same it had always been. With his soul, he was able to personally speak commands into the ears of five-man squadron leaders if he wanted to. Controlling an army to such fine detail in this way was likely something only Dyon could do.
“Daddy, they’re so bad.” Alauna sat on Dyon’s shoulders playing with his hair. “Daddy alone is beating them all!”
Hearing a little girl basically call them trash, the army felt bitter.
Damn it all. If you can make so many of yourself, and so powerful at that, what the hell do you need us for anyway? Plus, how do you expect us to work together as well as literal clones can?! On top of all of that, you’re the one giving us the orders, you’re clearly cheating! You know what’s coming so you’re reacting to it before we can even do it!
Dyon nodded, his serious expression vanishing as he smiled for his little girl. “Little Precious could definitely do better.”
“Yup, yup. I’m very strong!” Little Alauna giggled.
The army below nearly spat up blood as the Demon Generals smiled bitterly. They could only pray for the boy who fell in love with that little girl. He would definitely go through hell.