Chapter 1131 - Centuries (2) (2/2)

Dyon just assumed it was another anomaly of the Epistemic Tower quadrants. For example, there were 5 True Gods of the Drago-Qilin quadrant, yet there should only be one key wielder per quadrant. Since only key wielders could take God level trials, how the hell did the 2nd ranked quadrant have five of them alone?

Dyon shook his head, focusing on what he'd just learned. 'I can use this.'

Think about it. Soul Market was constructed far after these arrays were created, yet these arrays were perfectly placed for Soul Market?

The arrays were originally entrusted to Soul Rending Peak, so how the hell did they end up in the middle of nowhere, floating around in an asteroid belt millions of miles from Planet Cathedral?

The answer was obvious: they were moved!

If a mere 98th quadrant could move arrays, why couldn't Dyon? If he moved the auction's array to a massive space within the Demon Sage Tower, all of the teleportations would end up with the soul slaves directly entering a safe environment.

Dyon's body flashed away, reappearing in the room the twins were in. At the moment, they were still consoling the two beauties, but, for obvious reasons, that wasn't going too well. Would you allow someone shipping you off to your death to tell you everything was going to be okay? What a joke.

Of course, it also didn't help that the soul strength of the two girls were too powerful for the twins' bewitching technique to work. So, their diseased skin was completely exposed before the two of them.

”We're sorry,” The twins cried along with the two girls. ”We're too weak to help you. The truth is that we'll probably be sold off after all of this is over too…”

It was true, Bella and Mia were the most talented youngsters in The Cathedral and the White Mother didn't like them at all. That black hearted woman would definitely sell them off too…

The two girls didn't have the heart to hate the twins, nor be disgusted by the cracked, blistered and puss filled skin. They had been here their entire lives 13 to 14 year old lives… Their mental makeups were too pure and untainted to feel anything other than pity. But, that didn't make them stop crying.

”Are you going to keep crying? Or are you going to do something about it?”