Undying Warlord

“What?!?” Dilan uttered, feeling shell-shocked after what he had just heard.

p、A,nd A-n、o、ve,1 “Are you sure?” He couldn’t believe that Rory and the others had faced his father.

The possibility for that to happen was simply too low, yet, Dilan couldn’t help but feel that if someone were to be strong enough to injure Rory it had to be his father.

He was not sure where this thought came from, and why he was so certain that his father was so powerful.

[If the visualized image you showed us of your father is roughly correct I am pretty sure that we fought your father…if you can consider this a fight…] Rory was embarrassed as she answered and Dilan could easily tell that her pride had been hurt.

Not only had she been subdued and overwhelmed by one human from Milarn but two at that!

However, the second fight had been much worse, far more destructive and more dangerous.

Rory knew that Dilan could have killed her more easily when they had fought in the past, but he didn’t do so as he wanted to turn her into his companion.

Nonetheless, the Red Dragon couldn’t be certain that Dilan was stronger than his father, and that was something she could hardly come to terms with.

After all, Dilan’s growth was godly, especially since it had only been half a year since the Primordial Ascension had occurred.

Advancing to the third Tier might be possible in such a short period but attaining the combat prowess both Dilan and his father possessed was certainly far from easy.

In fact, Rory would have labeled it as impossible if not for her encounters with Dilan!

“Please share your memories of the fight with me…” Dilan requested quietly, trying to calm his heart.

It was beating rapidly and churning through the blazing flames that erupted at the thought of his father.

All accumulated emotions that he had buried deep within himself resurfaced in an instant and began to wreak havoc with his mind and heart, and his body began to tremble in fury.

Bloodlust and killing intent emerged from within Dilan, the ground around him burst open, and a powerful pressure that suppressed every being in a range of two kilometers spread through the surrounding area.

Those Ascenders with a shallow minds and a physique below the third Tier were unable to keep their calm. Their legs gave in and they landed on the ground and their arms turned into the Ascenders’ last means of preventing their heads from smashing into the ground.

Everyone could notice that something was happening with Dilan because it was obvious that the suppression and the overbearing bloodlust came from him.

Nobody else was able to do something like that, after all!

[If you can manage to calm down, I can share any memory you want to see!] Rory’s voice was also a little bit shaky as it rang within Dilan’s mind.

She was already in a weakened state, and Dilan’s emotions and the ripples of power they caused didn’t make things easier for her.

Dilan had to take a few deep breaths and stare in the clear sky of the new morning before his raging emotions died down a little bit.

“Go on,” He finally said after a minute had passed. His bloodlust had been retracted and the pressure around Dilan was now endurable even for Tierless beings.

Once Rory was sure that Dilan was able to control his emotions to a certain extent, she accessed the Soul Imprint Dilan had engraved on her and shared some of the memories that were still freshly imprinted on her mind.

Dilan closed his eyes when he noticed that Rory was making use of their connection to communicate with him and soon vibrant images formed in his mind.

He saw everything through Rory’s eyes, felt the weight of his Slaves and Vampires weighing down on the Red Dragon’s body and he could clearly perceive his surroundings.

‘So that is what Rory can see and perceive?’ Dilan wondered in astonishment. The details of Rory’s memories were astonishing, especially the crystal clear image and sensation of mana in a radius of more than ten kilometers.

Dilan was far from being able to achieve something as extraordinary as Rory, but that was not the important part of the Red Dragon’s memories. Rory didn’t intend to put Dilan to shame but to show him what his ‘presumed’ father was capable of.

And the things Dilan saw caused his hair to stand up on its end.

“Yep…that’s him…this fucking arrogant smile and the eyes…” He cursed out when he saw the towering two-meter-tall figure of his father.

Dilan had a hard time recognizing his own father because he seemed to have undergone a drastic makeover, but the familiar merciless piercing gaze made it quite clear that it was him.

The bulky figure of a levitating two-meter-tall God-like figure appeared hundreds of meters in front of Rory. Sky blue eyes that looked just like Dilan’s stared straight into the Red Dragon’s soul while his father’s long golden hair fluttered in the wind.

Currents of darkness seeped out of his right arm where a huge black mark covered his shoulder that led down the right side of his back and arm, while currents of light seeped out of his left arm, where a huge white mark covered his left shoulder.

His otherworldly handsome face bore a bright smile at the sight of the Dragon, and the Ascenders riding Rory, and Arnes, Dilan’s father, began to move in the following seconds.

There was no secret in his intentions, and the way he charged forward made Rory feel incapable of moving. Her full attention was focused on the currents of darkness and light that were being pulled together. The currents began to revolve around one another, and at first, repulsed each other before they slowly morphed into one.

Afterward, Rory’s memories turned blurry and the last thing she could feel was unbearable pain spreading through her chest. Several Ascenders, who had been on Rory’s beck fell down, their souls shattered into thousands of tiny shards.

“Argh!!” Dilan groaned out and he opened his eyes. A stinging pain spread through his brain and his sight blurred for a few seconds until it cleared up again.

“What a mess…” He blurted out while the memories of Rory were deeply imprinted in his mind.

His father’s appearance had changed a lot during the last few years, and the biggest cause for this was something similar to what Dilan had undergone as well.

“Did he gain the blessing from a God or the bloodline of a powerful race?” Dilan wondered out loud when he recalled the marks all over his father’s body. There had been two marks on his father’s back, one of them black and one white.

They created unique energies that turned into something unfathomable with the power to shatter the souls of weaker beings. Dilan had never seen or heard about something like that and it was quite worrisome if he were to be honest.

[It might be either of that, both…or something completely different…] Rory said with uncertainty, providing Dilan with the information she possessed about ArnersCier’s situation which was close to negligible.

“You have no idea either, I see…that makes things a little bit more complicated, for sure,” Dilan mumbled, thinking hard about his father while trying to keep his emotions in check.

It took his thoughts quite a while to go astray, but when it happened, Dilan ended up thinking about his sisters.

“So…are my sisters with my father? If not, where did you find them?”