Chapter 1143 - Chaotic (4) (1/2)

Dyon understood his master's intentions, but that didn't mean he wasn't slightly annoyed. The good news was that he didn't need to worry about breaking this weapon.

Still, Dyon was in awe of his master. Creating this material shouldn't have been easy. Even if it was ranked at the common level, its abilities were more akin to a transcendent level weapon. To use a creation array to create this weapon… His master was too impressive.

By now, Elder Bowa was erupting in anger. He could tell that Dyon had been absentminded for the past few moments. He had to watch a mere essence gatherer concoct a pill, then three weapons, right in front of his face!

”I'll kill you!” Elder Bowa raged.

'Big Brother!' Little Yin's voice sounded in Dyon's mind. 'The sixth group just teleported in. But, just like the first group, they're heavily sedated. None of them are awake.'

Dyon's expression grew serious. Almost 20 minutes had passed but only six of twenty-one groups had come in. He was definitely feeling the pressure.

However, in the next moment the feeling of warmth Dyon had been feeling under his master's guidance disappeared. After being reminded of the soul slaves, his rage began to boil once more.

These people were reaping the lives of children for the sake of profit, yet he was in a rage simply because Dyon was trying to save them? How much of a pathetic low-life did you have to be to believe that you were the one in the right here?

Dyon's dimmed eyes began to glow once more. In an instant, it was as though he couldn't feel the weight of the halberd anymore… as though there was only him and the technique… as though it was just another part of him.

Another wave of terrifying energy rippled through Dyon's Mind's Eye, causing another adorable gurgle to escape the golden baby's lips.

Two pairs of black wings erupted from Dyon's back, blocking Elder Bowa's palm as Dyon sunk into contemplation.

[Chaotic Halberd], a technique of domineering presence. There were only two stances, one was akin to a spear technique, while the second was more like a glaive.

Dyon brandished the grey halberd, stepping back fiercely as an otherworldly aura erupted from him.

Saints and essence gatherers that had been approaching were blasted backward by Dyon's momentum.

”First stance, piercing shadow.”

The halberd in Dyon's hand blurred, an eerie black shadow surrounding it.

Dyon pierced forward twice, in quick succession, aiming for Elder Bowa's head both times.

But, before he could even properly execute the technique, Dyon's felt his tendons tearing as his skin burst under his bulging muscles.

Moving a weapon that was so heavy forward and backward in such quick succession was an enormous strain on Dyon. However, he immediately realized that this was only because his comprehension was too shallow. He didn't control his strength properly, causing himself to be hurt.

'Weapon wills have always been categorized oddly,' Dyon's master's voice sounded in his head, 'Although they aren't supreme laws, they're often equally if not more difficult to learn. This is because no two people will ever use a weapon identically. In addition, weapon abyssal cores are very rare to the point of being nonexistent.

'Do you understand why the weapon's master will is so amazing, now? It's the only weapon will categorized as a supreme law for a reason.

'Techniques will be just as difficult. To cause something to become an extension of your body is among the most difficult things to do in the martial world.'

There was no suspense, with Dyon's poor technique, Elder Bowa easily parried with his palm. Because training iron couldn't be inscribed with arrays due to its toughness, it was also very difficult to sharpen, making the weapon quite blunt.

However, Dyon didn't give up.