Chapter 2009 - Tenth Rank (1) (1/2)

The Ragnor Clan suddenly froze.

Watching Dyon in the skies like a deity amongst men, wielding golden lightning as though clouds forged by the heavens were his playpen, it struck them in a deep part of their souls.

In the Ragnor Clan, there was no God they worshipped more than Thor. He was an ancestral figure of theirs that they had never forgotten, a man who stood above all others. Though Odin was acknowledged as the most powerful of the Faith Seed creators of their past, Thor was without question the most beloved.

It wasn't that they fused the image of Thor with Dyon in their minds. Rather, they felt a deep suppression. As though before Dyon… They couldn't hope to control their lightning… Even if they were Thor himself.

It was only a single javelin strike of spinning black flames and crackling lightning, but the devastation was beyond compare. If it wasn't for Dyon's quick action in suppressing the explosion, let alone the skeleton army, large portions of his own army would have been wiped out along with swaths of Ragnors and Pakals.

But, even with his conscious suppression, the impact of Dyon's lightning dao drastically changed the battlefield once more. The Ragnor army immediately lost half of its battle prowess. Their berserk transformation ceased to work, and their Valkyries could no longer sense the essence of their special spear technique. It was as though Dyon had smothered them completely.

The true power of a Dao was on full display. When one reaches Dyon's level… It's as though every dao comprehended becomes a True Domain of its own!

Dyon's body flickered around the battlefield. Wherever he appeared and his beautiful golden wings coated in flames and lightning flapped, devastation would ensue.

The 39 dao experts couldn't have been more frustrated. No matter how they tried to lock space, no matter how quickly they moved, they simply couldn't keep him with Dyon.

Chenglei could only watch as thousands of his skeleton army, an army he suffered through countless millennia to build, fell one after another.

”Fight me!” He roared in complete, unabated rage. But Dyon pretended he couldn't hear him. Well, it was either that or he really couldn't. The crackling of his lightning dao seemed to drown out everything else.

As the insidious individual he was, Lionel regained his composure and immediately began to scour the battlefield for pawns they could use to force Dyon to fight them head on. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find even a whiff of Madeleine, Ri or Clara.

When he realized this, the stifled feeling he had pressed down suddenly rose back up. Why did it always feel that Dyon was one step ahead? Before, it was precisely because of Dyon that his betrayal was exposed. Back then, Dyon even figured out his and Eve's relationship before they told a single soul.

For a Prince who had been raised to be the best from the very beginning, the same Prince who toyed with the so-called undefeatable Uidah geniuses even in his youth, Lionel couldn't stomach the constant losses he took to Dyon.

If Dyon knew Lionel's thought now, he would erupt into a fit of laughter. Madeleine, Ri and Clara weren't sent away because Dyon had planned so far ahead. Instead, they were currently conquering Ragnor territory and leading their own armies. It was purely coincidence that Lionel's plot failed.

Noticing her husband's agitation, Eve gripped Lionel's hand tighter.

”Lionel.” She said firmly.