Chapter 1324 - Stella (4) (1/2)

Dyon stood in the air with his normal relaxed expression. His b.a.r.e feet dangled freely while his hands sat relaxed within the pockets of his sweatpants. Compared to the nervous energy of the army to the back of him, it looked more like he was taking a stroll at the park.

Since the horns blared, Dyon had already told them more than once to relax, to allow him to deal with everything, but they were still wound up as tight as could be.

That said, the armies were separated cleanly and actually showed some semblance of tactics. The elves had divided their sub-armies into their various family structures, providing support of the elements. The Sicarius royal guards took the vanguard, led by Head Sicarius and Arios' elder brother. All while the other families were reasonably dispersed among them.

After Dyon learned that his fanboy, Airic Sapientia, had written more than a dozen books breaking down his battle formations and tactics, he understood the reason for this change.

He couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Airic Sapientia was a young man he met during his very first campaign. He fell in love with Dyon's warfare and was convinced that this was the only way war should be fought. So, despite the Sapientia taking a neutral approach to all wars like this, he had been quite helpful to the effort in other ways.

Thinking to this point, Dyon couldn't help but wonder where the Sapientia were now. He hadn't seen or sensed any of them, which was odd considering the range of his divine sense.

'They probably moved to another planet to avoid the conflict.'

As Dyon was lost in thought, the beating of drums filled the atmosphere as the Mino camp arose with an intense momentum.

They stood on the other side of the natural moat with fierce expressions, exuding an aura of bloody, murderous intent.

Their appearances were quite sinister as well. Their frames were large, dwarfing Sarid in size. Many of them had large, black bull horns protruding from their large foreheads ranging in color from dense blacks to bright reds.

Judging by their armor, the Shruti family did more than just help them a little bit. They were even a step above the armors Clara created for the Demon Generals, glistening with silver sheens under the dim and clouded morning lights.

One man stood before the army of what looked like minotaurs holding a massive black halberd still flaking in blood from his last battle. It was obvious by the respect the warriors behind him showed that he was Head Mino, the clan leader of the Mino.

He towered over the rest of them and, quite frankly, Dyon was surprised by his demeanor. He would expect anyone else who saw a random boy standing in the skies without a single hint of armor or weapon to be confused. Yet, Head Mino pretended like Dyon wasn't even there, as though he was just yet another enemy he would cut down with his halberd.

The Mino made no move to advance, instead, the drums continued to beat as the Aumens came over the horizon.