Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1830 A Saint?

Chapter 1830 A Saint?

Unfortunately for Seven, before the words even fully left her lips, a shower of red spears pelted downward, tearing through s.p.a.ce and appearing before them all in an instant. She could only stand shocked as her clansmen died one after another. During Dyon's second trial, he had relied on Amphorae's mother and a spiritual vein to form millions of [Carnage] arrays. Back then, he had been so exhausted despite the help that he was forced into a meditative state for several hours. However, now he no longer needed to rely on outside sources. This power was his own! No matter how elite a Seven's forced were, it was impossible for them to be made up entirely of dao realm experts. The vast majority of them were Peak Celestials, about 20% were Pseudo Dao experts, while there were about 4 or 5 dozen dao experts. Considering their size of half a million, such a lineup could sweep through a universe. Dyon had to admit that if he wasn't allowed to partic.i.p.ate, it was impossible for him to scrounge up an army of this strength, especially since their Commander, Seven, was a Peak Dao expert. Unfortunately for them, they met Dyon. "Bring up the rear!" Eight roared, charging through the swarm of crimson spears as he did his duty valiantly. His warriors wore red-gold army, the visage of a roaring lying protruding from their chests. "Oh?" Dyon laughed. "How brave. My Sacharro Clan has need of such a warrior! Tell me, Crimson Lion, are you willing to join me?"

Eight snarled. "Sacharro Clan? Are you the one who killed Nine?!" The b.l.o.o.d.y spears continued to fall without a care, but Eight charged into the air, his roar knocking many of them away. He didn't seem to fear death, nor did he hesitate. As one born with the blood of a mere Earth Grade beast, in order to work to his place now, he obviously took many risks. To him, this wouldn't be the place he fell! "Killed?" Dyon laughed. "I killed Ten, Eleven, Twelve, and Fourteen. As for Nine and Thirteen… I took a liking to the two of them." His eyes sharpened with a devious light as though he fully understood the innuendo within his words. "Since they dared to attack my Clan's young master, do you not think they got what they deserved?" Seeing the rage in Eight's eyes, Dyon chuckled inwardly. He had obviously not touched Glorianice, he had his beautiful wives, why would he need her. As for Lina – Thirteen's true name – she hadn't appeared in a while because she went to retrieve her warriors. Before, Dyon hadn't wanted Lina to bring in her jaguar kin because the Mortal Alliance was too weak back then. If so many powerful people of one race suddenly appeared, the balance would be shattered. But now, it was perfectly fine. So, even before the war for Celestial Quadrant began, he sent her off to collect them all in secret. If everything went well, she would be back within a month. Dyon was very intrigued by Lina's Earth Jaguar race. Since they were just Heaven Grade beasts, she held great power amongst them. Eight was so furious that he suddenly laughed. "The others… I don't care about. Even within our organization, they were just slightly better than average. But since you dared touch my Glorianice… Even if I have to die here, I'll take you with me!" "Aiya, what a one-sided love." Dyon said pitifully. "She's been with me for years already but hasn't mentioned your name even once." The veins coursing through Eight's visage burst under his body's trembling. Crimson blood began to run down his face, giving him a fearsome appearance. By now, the Six-Winged Dhino warriors had retreated far enough, or so they believed. After all, [Carnage] was just the first of nine judgements. Even though it could only just now display its true power thanks to Dyon's Star Qi, at best, it could easily slaughter third grade Pseudo Dao experts. So, with how many dao experts the other side had, it wasn't impossible to block a majority of them. Now that Eight felt his duty had been completed, he disregarded Kaori's orders entirely. He would rip this masked man apart with his own hands! A lion's roar filled the skies as Eight's body began to explosively change. His red mane-like beard burst forth with a fiercer light, his already tall body became even more so, reaching five meters in height, and his eyes turned a b.l.o.o.d.y red, piercing through the skies with Dyon as his only goal. In the distance, Kaori felt his heart tremble. Eight was too enraged to see it, but he saw it very clearly. In just a few words, this masked man had easily probed the situation and grasped Eight's weakness. Kaori felt that the moment this man mentioned the Sacharro Clan, he had already won. All of Kaori's plans to remain cautious had so suddenly been thrown out the window. Seeing the ma.s.sive lion humanoid charging for him, Dyon casually took another sip of soup, an endlessly satisfied expression blooming from his face. "What carefully, little disciple." Dyon said with a grin. "Soul cultivators aren't meant to be trifled with." This time, Brahman couldn't find it within himself to look upon Dyon with disdain. His gaze couldn't help but s.h.i.+ft toward Saru. Why had she been so confident from beginning to end? Was she faking it? Or did she really already know that this would happen? Dyon suddenly disappeared from his place in the sky, leaving the ma.s.sive bowl of soup on a defensive array platform. But, if one looked closely, every so often, a spoonful would disappear, teleporting across several kilometers and into his mouth. Though Brahman felt tempted to have a taste, Saru's sweet smile turned into a glare he didn't dare to go up against. A cold s.h.i.+ver crept up his spine. 'She's only a saint, why is her gaze so deadly…' He mumbled to himself.