Chapter 264 - How?! (1/2)
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Despite six months passing in chaotic space, no more than a few days had passed in the Canis Major Realm. In these few days, the Lycan Race had taken a different approach from expected - preparation. The upper-echelon elites of the Darnixian race watched onwards as the Lycan's fitted their realmships and set up formations with solemn gazes.
In the outer space of the Canis Major Realm, nine figures dressed in black with dark crimson flames embroidered on their opulent robes stood atop a realmship. These nine cloaked figures had terrifying auras that seemed intent to drown the world in darkness while incinerating all within it. It was a frighteningly intense aura that left one's heart palpitating.
At the lead of this group of nine, a handsome young man with black eyes, pale skin, and a slender body held a black scepter in his hand. This scepter was as tall as the man, nearly two meters, and emitted pure black flames. Atop this scepter was an orb with the silhouette of a phoenix. This phoenix seemed ready to take flight one moment, but the next, it was perched calmly on the scepter. It gave one a feeling of being remarkably lifelike.
With this scepter in hand, the heavenly laws of fire and darkness seemed obedient to this man's existence.
”Lord Alexander, the Lycans actions...what are your orders?” An elderly woman that was a remarkable beauty despite her age stepped forward and humbly asked. As she did, her position was slightly bowed and her eyes looked downwards, as if looking at the young man before her was a disrespectful act. This elderly woman may seem servile, but she was by no means weak. Her aura was controlled but boundlessly vast to the point it was stifling.
”They wish to fight to the death?” Lord Alexander, the Lord of the Darnixians, questioned with a slight smile. ”No, that's not it.” As his eyes that seemed to contain all the world's darkness gazed at the Lycan's overt actions, his smile slowly faded. ”This isn't the preparation of a cornered animal facing extermination, but preparations of a war.” The others behind him trembled at this, their expressions varied but solemn nonetheless.
The most optimal conclusion was the Lycan's unequivocal surrender, forcing them to become true slaves of the Darnixian race for eternity. However, even a cornered animal can still bite. If the Lycan's truly threw all caution to the wind, burning all their potential in a last bid of war, this would leave them suffering untold losses. This was not an outcome they wished to see.
”Do you mean?” The elderly woman, Lady Amber, eyes narrowed. Despite her words that seemed to be questioning in shock, she contained a deep malice and malevolent intent in her eyes. All these emotions seemed to flare aggressive whenever she looked at a Lycan, regardless of their cultivation base or gender. Her feelings towards the race were undisguised and unmissable - pure and unadulterated hatred.
”Call Sir Eitan,” Lord Alexander commanded. The elderly woman's eyes flickered and she brought out a talisman. After a few seconds, a spatial ripple surged nearby as a middle-aged man dressed in a black robe with silver borders arrived. His steps caused slight shimmering to occur, as if he wasn't stepping in midair but an entirely different dimension.
The middle-aged man was Eitan Gal, the cultivator that had single-handedly driven the Lycans to despair and kidnapped King Moshe's daughter. His aura was indistinct and unstable, as if he was neither here nor there. This left one feeling discombobulated as they looked at him, leaving a discomforting feeling in the depths of their minds. Many of the figures standing behind Lord Alexander, excluding Lady Amber, subconsciously took half a step backward.
”What is it?” Eitan spat, his attitude was eccentric and even before an individual such as the ruler of the Darnixian Race, he simply held no respect. His posture was relaxed, his eyes scanning about carelessly, and his expression oddly casual. It was as if he was before no one in particular.
”...” Lady Amber stayed silent, but the depths of her eyes blazed a fire effusing killing intent. She did nothing to hold back her emotions, but Eitan only glanced at her and rudely scoffed. ”If you keep staring at me like that, maybe next time I won't let you be on top.” Eitan sneered, his eyes roaming the surprisingly well-proportioned figure of this elderly woman.
Ignoring these two, Lord Alexander directly spoke, ”The Lycans seems to be preparing to fight, with the intention to win. Are you sure their escape route is closed?”
”Hmph! Not only am I sure that even if that old fool Abrams took personal action, he still wouldn't be able to escape, but their realm formation has been completely segregated! Unless they gained the support of a peak Heavenly Commander, there's nothing to fear from these mutts.” Eitan picked his ear with his pinky, sniffing casually, he turned his gaze towards a female figure in the back. His eyes roamed her body thoroughly, ”seven out of ten.”
His attitude caused the Darnixians to frown, but they didn't speak a single word. Even the woman who was rudely judged kept her mouth shut, but the depths of her eyes did spew intense fire.
”Understood.” Lord Alexander's eyes squinted as he looked towards the Lycans that seemed like busy ants. The uncomfortable feeling in his heart continued to grow stronger. ”Prepare combat formation 77!” He decisively ordered. As the ruler of a race, there was no way he would be lax under the assurance of another. A member behind him nodded, his body bursting into black flames and disappearing.
Seconds later, the realmships set up a specific formation, while many different numbered groups of individuals were being grouping together in preparation.
”Too cautious! As if I'd let anything happen to my wife!” Eitan coldly spat. Obviously, he was dissatisfied by Lord Alexander's disbelief in his assurances. ”I told you, you don-”
CRACK!
A sound of glass fracturing resounded throughout the entire realm. It was so incredibly loud that many low-level cultivators eardrums were destroyed, their eyes bleeding, and bodies shivering in fright. The crack started off as small as a hairline fracture, but then, BOOM! A booming explosion occurred on the outside of the crack, a force pressing on the crack caused it to widen considerably. At this point, it could fit a single man.
”What?!” Lord Alexander, Eitan, Lady Amber, and the rest was immediately startled. It wasn't simply them, the Lycans were shocked, their hearts tightening and eyes suffusing hope! Abrams' eyes shined as he saw this crack expand, his reckless bet relying solely on his belief of the heavens had borne fruit!
BOOM!!
Another explosion occurred. No longer was the crack the size of a man but expanded to fit a fully grown tree.
”Shit! Who do you think you are?!” Eitan loudly shouted. The eyes that once contained deep casualness now contained rage and fury with hints of insanity. With a step, the spatial void rippled and he entered. In less than a second, he was already outside of the realm by the crack. In the Canis Major Realm, only he could freely enter and exit the realm as he pleased.
Inspecting the crack, his eyes became further enraged! Twelve silver lights of different shades rotated around him. These lights seemed to be near him but also in a different fold of space. As the silver lights shined, the crack was visibly repairing at remarkable speeds. It only took a blink before the crack was thoroughly healed.
With eyes of fury, Eitan looked towards the vastness of the Border Expanse. ”You think I can't sense your aura? Even if you hide in chaotic space, I, Eitan Gal, can still find you!”
CLAP!
CLAP!
CLAP!
Three resounding claps sounded nearby. Eitan Gal looked at an area just a few hundred meters away from him, his eyes shining with silver light.