291 Pawns in a greater game (1/2)
An old Eye Tyrant walked forward and bowed to Gwyn. Of the members of the army, he was not only the strongest but also the one who had fought the most. He was also the only one who had an aura that came anywhere close to that of the monsters in the sky.
”We will respect the will of the True Lord and leave immediately. We hope that the True Lord is not left with a bad impression of us due to the events occurring today and understands that unlike you, we cannot disregard the stars, moons, and suns of the Magi World.” The Eye Tyrant focused on Gwyn and waited for the answer to the message he just sent.
Gwyn's eyes narrowed when he heard the words of the man. After a moment, he nodded with a serious expression on his face.
”Don't worry, I understand. Leave now.”
”Thank you.” All the Eye Tyrants, other than Finz, bowed to Gwyn and left with the Eye Kings that were part of their clans.
Finz could only see how this happened, and although he attempted to communicate with the other Eye Tyrants, none of them bothered in replying. Soon, the only ones facing Gwyn and the seven killing machines by his side were the Patriarch of Blood Eye Clan and the ten Eye Kings that had been brought by him to this place.
”Go on, run away.”
Gwyn's voice reached Finz, and the feeling in this one's heart could not be described. The one you took as the greatest enemy of your life cared so little about you that although he could kill you easily, he allowed you to escape.
”Let's go.” He gave the command for his people to leave, but he felt something wrong as he noticed that they all remained motionless.
The Patriarch of the Blood Eye Clan frowned as he saw the empty look in the eyes of his subordinates. He used his consciousness to examine their condition and fear filled his heart. Their souls were crushed, and the broken pieces were being absorbed into Gwyn's heart.
”Is there a problem?” Gwyn's voice was cold and full of tyrannical might.
Finz could not stop his body from trembling due to the hate in his heart. He did not lose control and knew that the most important thing was to return to his clan alive. Looking down, to hide the nasty expression on his face, he flew away as fast as he could.
One of the seven people around Gwyn focused on Finz, and the slaughter aura around him condensed into a short spear.
”Boy, shouldn't we handle him now?” The one who spoke was a short but bulky man with a great scar covering his face and a large beard. The bloodline inside this person was very odd since although it had properties belonging to the Eye Holder race, it also had qualities of the dwarf bloodline.
Gwyn did not mind the carefree tone and nickname this man used with him. Each one of these seven individuals was a soldier of the Death Army who had fought by his side. Some of them had even died helping him when he was young, and he paid an immense price to bring them back to life. The bond they have formed was thicker than blood since they knew that no matter how dangerous things were, they would always be there for each other.
”He is just an insect and cannot escape my grasp, but killing him would provoke some people who I am not ready to fight yet. Besides, if I really wanted him dead, then I would not have stopped this army from marching to the City of the Sun.”
When the man heard those words, he tilted his head, and confusion appeared in his eyes.
”Hahaha, Ghostly, you can not speak like that to Little Midget. You know that although he is the third strongest, he is the number one in stupidity.” The one who spoke was a beautiful woman that appeared to be in her late twenties. She had a muscular, 190cm body with abundant and feminine curves. Although there were small scars all over her body and her skin was grey, that only helped to improve her charm.
”Who are you calling midget, grey cow!” The dwarf Eye Tyrant responded immediately. Anger could be seen in his face, and the muscle on his body grew one size.