1053 Nascent 3 (1/2)

The violent flames wrapped around the Holy Princess' half torn body, forcefully dragging her out against her will.

Dyon's eyes were blinded by rage, completely reddening with pulsing veins of golden blood. From within his spatial ring, he pulled out what looked like a spherical array.

Inside, there was an odd spirit. It seemed to be screaming in agony, constantly forming then collapsing as though it had lost its mind.

This array was something Dyon had created the last time he was blinded by rage. It housed Matriarch Niveus, the woman responsible for annihilating his homeland. He hadn't allowed her soul to be dissipated, instead, she had been constantly tortured for her deeds for the last 14+ years. 14 years of torture might have made the mind of a normal mortal collapse by now, but one had to remember that Matriarch Niveus had lived for over 9800 years, 14 years was too short of a punishment for her.

When the Holy Princess was pulled out of Dyon's Mind's Eye, this was the very first thing she saw. By this point, how could she not be absolutely certain that Dyon was some sort of reincarnated demon? He was evil to the point of being will to torture this poor senior for who knows how long?

”Evil! Scoundrel!” The Holy Princess screamed out and struggled, but it meant next to nothing.

In one swift motion, she was thrown in along with Matriarch Niveus, their screams becoming one before being shoved back into Dyon's spatial ring.

Even after doing this, Dyon's rage still hadn't seemed to subside.

His fists flew forward, smashing heavily into the Holy Princess' statue.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

A violent torrential rain of punches bombarded the statue, but the material was simply too tough. Even with Dyon's strongest power, there was no hope in denting it. But, he still let all of his emotions go. He hated the feeling of being powerless, yet that feeling seemed to be happening more and more often. Even if he didn't die just now, whose to say that the next expert who deems his life meaningless wouldn't succeed?

”FUCK!”

Emotions Dyon had buried for a long time surged upward. Thoughts of his home being destroyed with the flick of a finger. Images of Amphorae giving her life to save him. Flashes of Luna's last smile before she committed suicide.

”Calm down!” The Dragon King's ancient voice sounded in Dyon's mind. Although he much preferred his master's demonic side, as a weapon, he was bound by heaven's rules. Since he was aware that Dyon didn't want to fall to such a side, then he had an obligation to stop him.