BXBX NOVEL Chapter 2019 Agitated
Chapter 2019 Agitated
?2019 Agitated
He and his wife were deemed too talented to birth a child by the Heavens? So what? His parents\' souls were extinguished from existence? So what? Worlds outside his own seemed to think they were ripe for the picking? So what?
Dyon didn\'t even notice, but his aura had flared. In his rage, Calen uncontrollably fell to his knee as a cold sweat matted the backs of several elders.
In just the few moments, it felt as though a deity had descended upon the plains of this ancient prison.
The elders hardly understood what had set Dyon off. It was only the green haired elder who looked toward Dyon with a fierce glint in his eye. There were numerous complex emotions within… excitement, curiosity, and oddly… greed.
It wasn\'t a malevolent greed, but rather an odd greed that seemed more like appreciation.
This secret Dyon had come to understand was one only the Titans, Angels, Dwarves and Elves had had the right to comprehend in the past.
Dyon blinked out of his odd state. His emotions were still agitated, but at the very least, he restrained his aura, helping Calen to his feet.
He had meant to apologize, but all he found was a look of worship in the young man\'s eyes. Unfortunately, this kind of look only made Dyon feel worse.
"Young man… You are stronger than you pretend to be." The green haired elder said with a teasing smile.
"I\'ve never tried to hide it, it\'s just that you\'ve only just come to know me."
Dyon, who was still have trouble controlling his rage, replied a bit more tersely than he had intended to, but he truly wasn\'t in the mood to correct for his rudeness.
It had been a long time since he had trouble controlling his emotions. Even he wasn\'t certain what had set him off so fiercely.
Sure, the idea of an enemy sneakily snatching things that weren\'t theirs was infuriating, but the enemy didn\'t even have a face. Why was he so agitated?
"Who is your fiercest enemy in this region?" Dyon didn\'t wait for the elder to respond, instead directly asking this question.
"Fiercest enemy?" The elders looked toward each other. What did he mean by asking this?
"You could say that our long-time rival would be the centaurs. Flying is inconvenient on the Ancient Battlefield, so their added movement speed is a terrible pain to deal with. In addition, their archery is as fierce as their close combat."
The green haired elder was the only one who thought to answer Dyon\'s question.
"What\'s their power distribution?"
"They have 30 or so Higher Existences, 10 or so Lords, 4 Supremes, about 10 000 Fallen, and 1 Overlord. Their most powerful are usually their four armed and six armed warriors. Their two-armed warriors don\'t have very pure bloodlines and struggling to do anything but body cultivate."
The green haired elder had hardly finished his words before Dyon vanished. Shattered bits of red, cracked land and the tumultuous raging river waves were all the evidence that were left of his having been present just a moment ago.
"He…?"
The elders were stunned silent. Even they hadn\'t clearly seen how Dyon disappeared. Just what was going on?
They had no idea that Dyon had had no intention of showing them how truly powerful he was so soon. However, if he didn\'t blow off some steam now, he felt that body would implode.
He suddenly felt like he wanted to destroy the whole world, as though a rage he had buried for so long was bubbling up and out of his control. If he didn\'t take control of something, of anything soon, he felt that he might completely lose it.
"He\'s dangerous." The green haired elder spoke.
"Lord Clerebold?"
"I have a feeling that he didn\'t come here hoping our past relationships would protect him. He came here with confidence that even if we turned hostile, it wouldn\'t matter." Clerebold said calmly.
"But…"
"There are some things that logic will only hamper you in. What is the use of logic if it only clouds your eyes to the truth? He is a Peak Dao Expert no weaker than a Higher Existence, and that is just a conservative estimate. He alone is worth our investment into the elves."
"Then… Shouldn\'t we stop him?"
"Why is there a need for that? They can\'t take the initiative to attack him even if he pisses in their faces. He can wantonly kill as he pleases and they can only watch until he turns his first to them. If he really is as powerful as I think he is, he\'s going to become the demon of this prison very soon."
Having such a powerful enemy wreaking havoc in your territory, yet being completely unable to retaliate? How maddening would such a thing be? If the Heavens knew Dyon would abuse their rules like this, they likely would have never made them like this to begin with.
The centaurs were ranked 7th on Dyon\'s list of notable clans while the dwarves were ranked 3rd, yet he had actually decided to wipe them out because he was having a bad day. If their leaders knew the truth, maybe they\'d directly commit suicide so as to avoid having to witness such a tragedy.
Dyon didn\'t have the luxury to be morally upright any longer. For every Failed Clan he didn\'t eradicate, it was another enemy lying in wait to stab his loved one in the back. Anyone who wasn\'t his ally on this battlefield… deserved nothing short of death!
"Contact the esteemed Supremes." Clerebold said without hesitation.
"Has it really reached this point?"
The elders hesitated. Contacting Supremes for anything short of a cataclysmic event was seen as a sin.
Supremes had their minds entirely focused on one thing: becoming Overlords. At the same time, Overlords were entirely focused on breaking the chains of this prison and transcending. The first phase was complete inconsequential to them. They would only make their appearances for the second phase unless they were forced out. Yet…