Chapter 1789 - Rise (3) (2/2)
[Don't hear what I'm not say.] Emytheus finally stopped laughing. [I'm not the type of individual to use the knife of another to reach my goals. It's not that I didn't act, it's that I couldn't. You aren't here so you don't know what happened, but all I can tell you is that you've severely underestimated your enemy. No one likes a woman who's too intelligent, but they dislike a woman who claims to be intelligent but allows her emotions to rule her actions even more. You're still too imm.a.t.u.r.e, little miss.]
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Their conversation ended in this way. It definitely didn't sound like the kind of interaction a man who loved a woman should have with her, but this was Emytheus' way of forging his own Empress. Dyon clearly already had his own Queen and Emytheus didn't want to fall behind. In fact, he wouldn't rest until the day Aritzia could thoroughly crush Madeleine!
At the same time, his words held no falsehoods. What would have happened to his Brotherhood if Madeleine activated her ability against them? What a joke. They wouldn't have had any more of a chance to stop them than anyone else.
'Sacharro Clan…' Emytheus smirked. It seemed another steppingstone had made its presence known.
~Several days earlier.
The Dark Ocean currents seemed incredibly still. In comparison to the raging waves that had ravaged it just moments ago, it was like the difference between heaven and earth.
Dyon stood with a blank expression as he caught Thirteen's lifeless body before it drifted any further.
His eyes flickered emotionlessly. Many might feel despair at this point, but that was an emotion Dyon swore he would never allow himself to feel again. This situation might seem completely hopeless, but Dyon knew well that if there was even the smallest lane left to victory, he would find it.
One a soul breaks into the celestial realm, it already gains the ability to exist freely without a body on condition that this soul his whole and not a wisp. So, the question was why was it that Fourteen and Twelve died immediately while Dyon still hadn't lost hope for Thirteen?
The answer was simple. Both Fourteen and Twelve fell to the strikes of an Immortal Puppet. Dyon didn't know what material these puppets were made of, but what he did know was that they were created in order to fight experts who had nascent souls! From the very beginning, they were forged to destroy both the body and the soul.
However… Had Thirteen been struck in such a way? No!
Of course, one couldn't simply revive an individual who had their hearts ripped out, especially when the quality of enigmatic qi that killed them was much higher than their own. But… What if one had a heaven defying pill? A pill that stood above almost all others? One that Zabia happened to have not used during his dao tribulation?
Dyon took out a large pill almost two inches in diameter, the very same planet grade pill he refused to take to heal his arm!
'Rise.'