Novel Full Book 9: Chapter 84: Tenth Rank (1)
Book 9: Chapter 84: Tenth Rank (1)
The Ragnor Clan suddenly froze.
Watching Dyon in the skies like a deity amongst men, wielding golden lightning as though clouds forged by the heavens were his playpen, it struck them in a deep part of their souls.
In the Ragnor Clan, there was no God they worshipped more than Thor. He was an ancestral figure of theirs that they had never forgotten, a man who stood above all others. Though Odin was acknowledged as the most powerful of the Faith Seed creators of their past, Thor was without question the most beloved.
It wasn’t that they fused the image of Thor with Dyon in their minds. Rather, they felt a deep suppression. As though before Dyon… They couldn’t hope to control their lightning… Even if they were Thor himself.
It was only a single javelin strike of spinning black flames and crackling lightning, but the devastation was beyond compare. If it wasn’t for Dyon’s quick action in suppressing the explosion, let alone the skeleton army, large portions of his own army would have been wiped out along with swaths of Ragnors and Pakals.
But, even with his conscious suppression, the impact of Dyon’s lightning dao drastically changed the battlefield once more. The Ragnor army immediately lost half of its battle prowess. Their berserk transformation ceased to work, and their Valkyries could no longer sense the essence of their special spear technique. It was as though Dyon had smothered them completely.
The true power of a Dao was on full display. When one reaches Dyon’s level… It’s as though every dao comprehended becomes a True Domain of its own!
Dyon’s body flickered around the battlefield. Wherever he appeared and his beautiful golden wings coated in flames and lightning flapped, devastation would ensue.
The 39 dao experts couldn’t have been more frustrated. No matter how they tried to lock space, no matter how quickly they moved, they simply couldn’t keep him with Dyon.
Chenglei could only watch as thousands of his skeleton army, an army he suffered through countless millennia to build, fell one after another.
“Fight me!” He roared in complete, unabated rage. But Dyon pretended he couldn’t hear him. Well, it was either that or he really couldn’t. The crackling of his lightning dao seemed to drown out everything else.
As the insidious individual he was, Lionel regained his composure and immediately began to scour the battlefield for pawns they could use to force Dyon to fight them head on. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn’t find even a whiff of Madeleine, Ri or Clara.
When he realized this, the stifled feeling he had pressed down suddenly rose back up. Why did it always feel that Dyon was one step ahead? Before, it was precisely because of Dyon that his betrayal was exposed. Back then, Dyon even figured out his and Eve’s relationship before they told a single soul.
For a Prince who had been raised to be the best from the very beginning, the same Prince who toyed with the so-called undefeatable Uidah geniuses even in his youth, Lionel couldn’t stomach the constant losses he took to Dyon.
If Dyon knew Lionel’s thought now, he would erupt into a fit of laughter. Madeleine, Ri and Clara weren’t sent away because Dyon had planned so far ahead. Instead, they were currently conquering Ragnor territory and leading their own armies. It was purely coincidence that Lionel’s plot failed.
Noticing her husband’s agitation, Eve gripped Lionel’s hand tighter.
“Lionel.” She said firmly.
Lionel snapped out of his rage-like state, trying to slow the beating of his heart.
“This situation isn’t as bad as it seems. Conserve your energy, in the end, he will have to fight us no matter what. There’s no need to force the issue.”
Lionel’s frown deepened at these words.
“Think about it. There’s no way Chenglei can control so many undead at once. He was far too arrogant in releasing so many, he just wanted to prove a point and it ended up backfiring. Even if we told him this directly, do you believe he would listen?
“But, if that bastard kills a large percentage of them, Chenglei’s control will increase exponentially, making each individual undead far stronger. In the end, he’s helping us.”
Lionel looked to wife. He remembered a time where it was him guiding her. It was always him with the plan, always him with the solution… But after those matters, their roles had long since flipped. If it wasn’t for Eve, he wouldn’t even be alive today, let alone be so powerful.
Lionel nodded, turning away and recomposing himself once more. In doing this action, he missed the subtle worried expression in his wife’s eyes.
Her eyes turned away, locking onto Dyon’s magnificent, flickering figure.
She knew well the harm her adoptive mother, Matriarch Niveus had caused. She was even faintly aware that Dyon wasn’t in the wrong. But, sometimes, the world was more complicated than black and white, right and wrong…
Not only had Dyon killed the only woman she could ever call mother, he had continuously tortured her soul, even flaunting this fact before her.
She couldn’t forgive this.
Her eyes flickered, pulsing with power.
It was then that Dyon suddenly stopped massacring the skeleton army. It was clear that he could continue, but he didn’t. Eve immediately understood then that anything she could think of, Dyon could as well…
‘This is the perfect amount. There are enough that Chenglei still can’t control them well, but too little to tilt the battle in any significant fashion…
‘… With me around, you won’t even have time to think of controlling such a vast army.’
Dyon shot forward. In an instant, he was amid the 39 dao experts and had simultaneously through 39 tight punches.