BXBX NOVEL Chapter 1725 Charge?
Chapter 1725 Charge?
By the time they made it to the edge of the southern cluster, having cross through the center cluster, they found that Pjisel hadn\'t lied. There were endless seas of beasts they recognized all too well. All of these various races of middling earth grade beasts.
Patriarch Raven, though, couldn\'t help but frown. He had expected to see the shameless smirks of the other Clan Patriarchs, but no matter whether he swept forward with his eyes or his divine sense, he couldn\'t find any of them.
"Will you shameless bastards continue to hide?! Come out and fight like men!"
Patriarch Raven\'s voice boomed. Grand Elder Raven had seemingly disappeared, allowing his son to take charge. Maybe he felt that his action was necessary, or maybe he was adjusting his state, believing that he would soon have to fight the other four Grand Elders alone.
Though the void of space didn\'t allow sounds to travel under normal circumstances, cultivators were anything but normal. With the use of their qi, projecting their voices was an easy task.
When Patriarch Raven swept his gaze once more, his confusion only deepened. Not only did he not sense a single realm about the Pseudo-Dao Realm, the opposing army didn\'t seem relaxed at all, in fact, they seemed incredibly nervous and fidgety. Though there were some among them who held a dignified air, the vast majority were sorry excuses for warriors.
Suddenly, a shocking thought crossed the Patriarch\'s mind. Could it be that they were here against their will? If that was the case, it would be impossible to say that it was the other four Clans betrayed them, no?
A bad premonition overwhelmed the Patriarch. If this wasn\'t due to betrayal, how could this have happened? Just what occurred after Supreme Universe was taken?!
Because he believed with all his heart that he was betrayed, Patriarch Raven hadn\'t sent a message to the other four Clans for support. In addition, he didn\'t inform the Ragnors either, worried that they might take advantage of the situation to claim more universes for themselves. But could that inaction have been a mistake?
\'No… No.\' The hook-nosed Patriarch shook his head. \'Even if I was wrong about this conspiracy, the lineup here is too weak. We have 2 billion warriors to their 1.5 billion. We have over 500 million celestials to their mere 150 million. We have over 10 000 Pseudo Dao experts while they have … 1? What kind of joke is this?\'
The Patriarch found each passing thought more ridiculous than the last. He hadn\'t even gotten to the fact that they had 5 Dao Experts while the enemies had zero. He couldn\'t help but clutch his stomach in laughter.
"Charge! Put these sorry creatures out of their own misery!"
Suddenly, the singular Pseudo Dao experts spoke. His words were so ridiculous that the Patriarch almost fell into another bout of laughter.
"Sure, sure. You can charge. But only warriors below the pseudo dao realm. Don\'t blame me for what happens if you don\'t listen."
Dyon could very clearly see the pitiful appearances of his so-called warriors. Aside from the Demon Generals, it seemed as if everyone else was made of cowards. But, Dyon wouldn\'t think of them as such. It was normal for individuals to feel nervous during their first true wars. Plus, it was impossible to forge battle hardened warriors just because of two months of training.
However, this reality still worked in Dyon\'s favor. The more they underestimated him, the better.
Dyon\'s words became akin to an egg smashing into an ancient rock. Unlike his warriors, the elites of the Raven Clan were battle tested and strong. Their strength was something that couldn\'t be measured by simple number differences. Even if they had less of an army in comparison to Dyon, they would still be stronger.
With this being true, they weren\'t even fazed by Dyon\'s words, nor did they hesitate. They charged forward like a fog of blood, their confidence unmatched.
This was the first time they got to truly battle on their home turf. Knowing that their enemies would be suppressed to a mere fraction of their strength, it was no wonder they were so confident.
Like a torrential rain, they flooded into the ranks of Dyon\'s army and a bloody slaughter ensued.
Dyon stood above it all, not lifting a single finger. He watched as his men fell one after another. It was quite a pathetic sight. Despite being drilled repeatedly for two months, they seemingly forgot everything in the span of a single minute.
Squads fell apart, forgetting their best chance at survival was staying together as one. Their discipline within the sphere formation bordered on ridiculous, allowing pincer attacks to accumulate from the bottom, sides, and top. To make matters worse, they were timid in the face of their enemies. The vast majority of the Raven Clan\'s elites were Heaven Grade beasts, but the majority of Dyon\'s army were mere Earth Grade beasts, the suppression they faced was twofold – both from the universe and their enemies.
Seeing Dyon\'s inaction, the morale only seemed to plunge further and further.
Weren\'t you so high and mighty when you were fighting us during those two months? Why aren\'t you doing anything to help us now?
Many were completely enraged, but what could they do? Under Monet\'s ability, they were compelled to stand their ground. The beasts believed that this was because after controlling so many of them, Dyon was limited in refining that control. But the truth was Dyon didn\'t give them anymore commands through Monet because he didn\'t want to.
He wanted to see the true abilities of these beasts.
Whether they liked it or not, Dyon already saw these warriors as his own people. He didn\'t plan on having Monet control them forever. What kind of leader would he be if he did something so ridiculous? He simply wanted them to show him their potential.
But the reality could only make him sigh.