Chapter 939: Not a half-assed overgod (2/2)

Tyre had met plenty of haughty, conceited characters, but never someone as condescending as this unknown intruder. The usually calm-looking Tyre was infuriated by his attitude. He responded, “You think that this is a place that you can simply enter and leave alive, even if you are a Hegemon of the Godhunter Alliance? End us all? Haha, let’s see it!” Upon finishing those words, Tyre raised in preparation to launch an attack.

“Tyre, stand down!” Logue’s pupils returned to his eyes and a shiver traveled down his spine before he shouted those words just in time. He looked at the intruder with a frightened face and in a slightly trembling voice, he asked, “Is there anything that I can help you with, Lord?”

Tyre was stunned. He almost couldn’t believe that the Logue at this moment was the same person who he had known for ages. This infamously treacherous and vengeful Sovereign had never used honorifics when speaking to another person or shown any fear towards any being. But the Logue now was visibly frightened and he spoke in a humble tone.

“Tyre, do not attack!” repeated Logue as he slowly got up. Quickly, he turned to the intruder, bowed at him, and asked, “How may I serve you, Lord?”

“Name me every cultivator of the death element in the Fringe,” asked the person unhurriedly after putting on a calm, faint smile.

“Han Hao, Lung-qi, Perseus…” replied Logue respectfully after thinking for a moment.

“And where are they?” asked the intruder after nodding his head. He seemed satisfied with Logue’s attitude.

“I don’t know where Han Hao is, but the others are located at…” answered Logue hastily while his body was still bowed.

“Em-hmm. Good,” the man turned on his heels and walked away after getting the information he wanted. He didn’t even bother to look at Tyre, Wasir, or Ossora.

The room remained silent until long after the unknown intruder had left. Finally, Tyre looked at Logue with a grave face and asked, “Who is he? Your father? Grandfather? Why would you be so respectful toward him?”

After letting out a long sigh of relief, Logue slouched on his seat. After taking his time to calm his mind down, he grimaced and replied, “I wouldn’t be that respectful to my father and grandfather. And if I were even remotely related to him, I wouldn’t be living in the Fringe now.”

“Then who in the world is he?” Even the usually non-talkative Wasir couldn’t help himself but ask.

“Overgod!” answered Logue stutteringly as though it took a ton of effort to utter it. After taking a short pause, to make sure that Tyre and the order understood him, he added, “And obviously, not the half-assed kind of overgod that we are.”

Upon hearing those words, Tyre, Wasir, and Ossora were stupefied. Shivers traveled down their spines.

“No wonder… I should have guessed… If wasn’t him, Logue wouldn’t have been so humble…” remarked Wasir whose face seemed a little pale.

“I’m so glad that I’ve listened to you and not attacked…” Tyre grimaced and continued, “Otherwise, the Fringe would have been flattened before those godhunters were even here.”

“Why would he come to the Fringe? What does he want?” Ossora seemed somewhat flustered. He mumbled to himself, “Could it be that the Twelve Existences intent to wipe out the Fringe? How could this be…?”

Logue managed to fully calm down and with a collected face, he gave his analysis, “That is probably not his intention. Otherwise, the four of us would have already been dead. He should be after something else...” After thinking for a moment with his eyes closed, Logue explained, “He seemed to be searching for something, or someone… His soul had explored every part of my body. There was nothing on me that I could hide from him. He likely did not find the thing that he’s after and therefore spared me…”

“I really hope that is the case. Otherwise, oblivion would fall upon us no matter what we do.” Ossora seemed somewhat pessimistic. He knew that even the combined might of the Fringe stood no chance against such a mighty being.

“I think we should call it a day. We all need some time to calm down from that,” said Tyre, ending the meeting decisively after seeing that the other three Sovereigns no longer had the desire to talk about defending against the Godhunter Alliance.

Wasir, Logue, and Ossora agreed. Without Tyre saying another word, they left one after another. Even Logue went home to suck his thumb instead of staying behind to have further discussion with Tyre.

After all three of them left, Tyre sat quietly in the chamber for a long while before stealthily leaving the Omphalos. He went to the dead volcano where Han Shuo was first introduced to the Sovereigns. He went behind a cliff, deployed a barrier, took out a magical mirror, and dialed Dhaka.