BXBX NOVEL Chapter 1108 Intent
More than half of the knights of the Grand Templar Sect were thrown into disarray having fallen down from the crumbling wall, however, they understood the consequences of disobeying King Percival.
Bors frowned, but there was nothing he could do. Even as Percival\'s close friend, he knew that there was no stopping him when he got like this. Plus, he also understood that Dyon had crossed a line of no return. It was impossible for them to take this insult lying down or else they would never be able to raise their heads high again. At the very least, they had the pride of true paladins.
"Why…" Dyon muttered to himself. "Why are you sending them to die?... What is your purpose?... Does this really matter to you that much?... I only asked to see someone…"
Dyon\'s mind was a mess. It was as though everything that should have been clear turned murky, fading from his view and understanding.
Seeing the pointless actions of these knights, he struggled. He couldn\'t stand watching them run as fast as they could toward their ends. Everything ended pitifully anyway, why rush to die?...
With a single thought, hundreds of thousands of large white lilies appeared on the battlefield, standing before Dyon and the disarrayed charging army.
In that instant, two hundred thousand Dyon\'s appeared, each grasping into the air to materialize a bow.
The experts in the skies trembled with shock. How did things turn out like this? How could a single person clone themselves so much?!
However, the reality was right before them. The battle prowess that the Grand Templar Sect was so proud of was replicated by Dyon in a mere moment.
Each clone contained 15% of Dyon\'s prowess, but what did that really mean? Wasn\'t a Celestial already more than 10 times more powerful than even a peak saint? Dyon, who had a celestial body, forming clones with 15% of his battle prowess was the equivalent of spawning 200 000 peak saints!
Percival wanted to yell out and command at the top of his lungs to enter a defensive formation, but it was only at that moment he realized how stupid he had been. He forced his armies to charge in such an unsightly fashion, how could they enter any formations now?!
200 000 arrows launched into the skies, carrying a deadly momentum. However, before they could even reach their targets, Dyon\'s main body grunted.
In that moment, the tip of every arrow was coated with a small black flame, amplifying their dangerous aura by an inconceivable amount.
Esmeralda\'s heart seized. \'So much control… This is far beyond the level of a celestial…\'
The sound of arrows hitting their targets was like the pitter patter of heavy rain on a warm spring day, stunning the charging army.
200 000 knights became completely engulfed in black flames before collapsing to the ground.
The two Kings could only watch in horror as half of their army was rendered useless. However, the most humiliating part was that Dyon hadn\'t even bothered to kill them like warriors. Instead, they were stripped of their armor and weapons, left lying on the ground completely naked as the flames inflicted just enough damage to end their ability to fight, but not enough to place their lives in danger.
Humiliation! Naked humiliation!
Dyon violently coughed up mouthfuls of blood as he felt his soul rung dry even more severely than before. Even he couldn\'t understand why he went through so much trouble to not kill them. Didn\'t he believe that evil reigned no matter what? In that case, why not just kill them to put them out of their misery?... It was only a matter of time before they died anyway…
"Why…" Dyon wiped the blood from his mouth, watching the rest of the army hesitate in their advance.
Sensing Percival\'s anger, the one hundred dragon tailed lions roared into the skies, swooping down to support the army.
One hundred celestial beasts bore down on Dyon\'s figure, seeking to do nothing else but tear him apart.
Dyon\'s fists clenched as he inhaled a breath so large the wind visibly rushed toward him, expanding his chest outward.
His life span fell by yet another more than thousand years as two illusory arrays appeared in the skies.
One was a deep red-black, trembling with a fierce demonic aura at almost 50 meters wide.
The other fluctuated with all sort of colors, never remaining the same and seeming to be a different wavelength depending on the angle you looked at it. At almost 50 meters wide, it too loomed with a strong aura.
Both hovered before Dyon as his inhaled breath reached its apex.
In that instant, the world fell into a complete silence as Dyon roared. The Kings didn\'t even have time to register that this appearance of music and demonic 9th level intents already made 5 One with Daos Dyon had used since he appeared…
The roar was so loud that it was almost impossible to process. Dyon vocal cords sheered apart, completely unable to withstand the strain and forcing him to cough up more blood after sonic booms emitted from his lips.
However, why he willingly injured himself like this became clear in the next instant as 100 peak earth grade beasts fell from the skies… Completely incapacitated by fear…
One hundred proud dragon tailed lions twitched on the ground, completely unable to move.
Among the races of the cosmos, beasts were the most susceptible to intimidation. This wasn\'t because of their lack of intelligence, because even lower earth grade beasts had the potential to match the intelligence of humans. Rather, it was because of their innate born instincts.
Beasts had a stronger connection to the natural elements in comparison to other species, but that wasn\'t always a good thing. Often times, the mechanisms that tuned their senses to such high levels that, say, allowed them to dodge a will attack materialized in space by Dyon\'s divine sense, were the very same mechanisms that handicapped them to a sonic attack like the one Dyon just used.
Demonic Will was a hard a difficult will to master, but it was exactly because of this that it was so useful in this case.
In ancient history, humans and weaker species of the like were at a dramatic disadvantage in comparison to beasts. Although their intelligence was, on average, higher, they didn\'t have the techniques honed to an appropriate level to compete.
Their bodies were weaker, their affinities were weaker, and their connections to the heavens were weaker. This put the beasts at such an advantage that in those primordial eras, it was actually the bestial families that were the ruling class of clans and sects.
However, that was when demonic will was birthed into the world. The term demon didn\'t refer to some amoral villain. No… A demon was the name the ancient races gave to a human beast!
Why was demonic will able to intimidate? Why was it able to drastically increase the defenses of the body? Why was demonic will the basis for Dyon\'s Demon Emperor\'s Will technique? A technique capable of morphing the body into something… less than human?
It was because demonic will was a counter measure. It was what helped ancient races to level the playing field with the beasts!
When Dyon layered his demonic will with his music will and roared into the skies, he became in the incarnation of a primordial beast, warning the pitiful ants before it that they had entered its territory. The innate instincts of the dragon tailed lion couldn\'t ignore this!
Dyon loosened his fists, barely applying enough force to keep the Dragon King in his right hand.
The approaching armies didn\'t dare to continue charging. The armies that had blocked off Dyon\'s path backward had been blown away by the second stage of his judgement attack. It seemed like the only threats remaining were Bors, Percival and his daughters.
"Bring. Percival. Here." Dyon spoke in a deadpan voice. Although it was clear that he had suffered his own self-inflicted injuries, it was also clear that he had no intention to backdown. In fact, his momentum increased instead of decreased.
\'I think I know what state young Dyon is in…\' Suddenly, a spirit who was a man of few words spoke. He was none other than the Battle Prince.
The spirits couldn\'t help but turn toward this valiant man. Even in his spirit form, he exuded a sharp and unforgettable battle intent.