Chapter 1618 - Third (3) (1/2)

”Two.”

It was as though Dyon didn't notice trouble was approaching. As far as he was concerned, they wouldn't get here before he struck once more. Did this second elder really believe he would stop because she told him so? Dyon could only see red. It was already taking everything in him to not slice their heads from their necks, yet this woman wanted him to stop. What an absolute joke.

Anak knew exactly how to make this stop. Dyon had said very clearly that for every three seconds they didn't roll out of his sight, he'd take another limb. If he wanted him to stop attacking, he simply had to run away. But, could he do such a thing?

Among the True Gods, which of them turned away in the face of a challenge? There were only 11 of them for a very specific reason. Of the trillions upon trillions of individuals that lived in their tower quadrants, only they had the spirit of true warriors!

Even if he died today, even if he was humiliated beyond reason, he wouldn't take a single step back!

Anak roared into the skies, the shimmering image of an Emperor Giant appearing to his back. Wings spread across the back of his manifestation, coloring the skies with just the faintest shade of red.

A golden glaive with a serrated edge appeared in his hand. Its polearm was five meters long while its blade alone was a meter to itself. Its body was covered in ancient patterns that shimmered with a holy light, but its blade was as black as night.

Every True God had their own fortuitous encounters, and every one received at least one supreme grade treasure from their trials. This was their reward as True Gods.

For Anak, he took this mighty glaive that had a history connected to his Nephilim Tribe. One had to remember that all Giants were considered humans who had integrated with ancient bloodlines. Anak's Clan happened to have faintly fused with angels some time in the past, making them one of the stronger branches of the Nephilim Tribe.

This glaive was a former heirloom of the Nephilim Tribe, the main weapon of their 341st Ruler, Raphaim the Great. It was once a Six Star Weapon, but time waited for no man or treasure. Today, it couldn't even be counted as a star treasure, and was now a 4th Planet Grade Glaive.

Still, no matter what… it was still a Supreme Grade weapon!

The faint red image of a half-step dao glaive intent shimmered into existence behind Anak. Heaven's Blessing fell from the sky, shrouding him a golden light that threatened to disperse the dark clouds above.