Aelira and the other three were speechless as they watched Tyrion with strange expressions. According to Lara, those four should've been Demonic Fighter middle phase killers with extrely cruel and rich experiences. Aelira could've killed them straightforwardly, but even Michael and Nyxa, who were Quasi-Fiendgods, would've withdrew back. There was no way they could've killed the assassins.
But Tyrion had accomplished it?
"Formidable!" Michael exclaid in admiration as he gave Tyrion a thumbs up. Tyrion had clearly gained his respect by accomplishing such a feat as only a Super soldier.
Nyxa's eyes were also filled with amazent as she looked at Tyrion.
"Haha, it looks like I truly made the right choice in choosing you as our companion." Aelira smiled. However, her charming eyes still held a peculiar expression as she looked at Tyrion.
"Stop teasing . I only fought for my life, nothing particularly amazing. I was just a little more ruthless than they were."
Tyrion shook his head, then asked, "Do you know who they are? Why would they attack us? Such formations probably don't belong to an ordinary force, right?"
The ice sword in Aelira's hands tore open the shirt of a black shadow's corpse, revealing a tattoo on his chest — a palace carried on the backs of a ghostly dragon. A baleful energy ripple slowly emanated from it.
Aelira stared at that tattoo as a cold light flashed across her eyes.
"They're from the Ancient Dragon Spectral Cult."
...
"Are they really from the Ancient Dragon Spectral Cult?" Michael and Nyxa's faces changed, going cold, "No wonder they had such a ruthless formation. So, it's them."
"This ti, it seems the Ancient Dragon Spectral Cult has noticed us." Aelira's charming facial features drew together. "As far as I know, the White Dragon Overlord who fell here was once a high-ranking mber of the Ancient Dragon Spectral Cult. However, he betrayed them.
It's likely that the Ancient Dragon Spectral Cult sent their experts because of the appearance of this Overlord Sacred dinsional relics. When the ti cos... we'll have to be careful."
Tyrion, Michael, Nyxa, and Aelira all nodded. They felt the inconvenience. It seed that this mission wasn't going to be as easy to complete.
"We should move. We'll take advantage of nightfall and the fact that we've just thwarted the Ancient Dragon Spectral Cult. Best if we lose them completely." Aelira said.
None of them had any objections. They tried to tidy up the area, then headed deeper into the Pri Draconis Ridges with increased vigilance.
...
Tyrion's party headed deeper into the hillocks. anwhile, Aetheron stood in the forest on a faraway slope, his color turning steel-grey.
"Trash, trash! Four pieces of trash! Demonic Fighter mid stage strength and they couldn't even dispose of a girl who wasn't even a Demonic fighter and a Super soldier boy!
Aetheron look down at the four black-colored blood dal in his hand, which was completely shattered. It showed that those four had already been killed.
The grey-cloaked Elder stood next to Aetheron, his expression bewildered. "How is this possible? How could the two of them kill four Spectral sentinels?"
He was familiar with the strength of the Spectral sentinels. Even he'd have to bide his ti if he wanted to deal with the four them together. But now, a boy and a girl, still having baby features, kill them?
Aetheron was so angry that he crushed the blood dal in the his hand. Then, he looked to the depths of the forest with a sinister look in his eyes.
"Inform my father. It looks like we don't need to worry about being exposed, anymore. As long as we obtain what's in the Sacred dinsional relics, we can withdraw from this place. But, before we leave, I want those irkso things exterminated!"
...
Daylight intensified as the vast Pri Draconis Ridge shedded the shroud of night. Wind abruptly screeched throughout the mountain range. Vaguely, there were shapes of countless figure moving within in the forest. They stord through like a swarm of locusts, all heading in the sa direction — towards the depths of the Pri Draconis Ridge.
That was where the Overlord Sacred dinsional relics would appear!
And in response to the sudden locust swarm of people, the Pri Draconis Ridge, itself, quickly exploded. Countless angry Dinsional beasts hissed in anger as they rose to face the intruders. There wasn't even a shred rcy in those hearts and their Energies rushed towards the skies as they hissed. For a mont, it felt as if the entire mountain range was trembling.
Ah!
Once in awhile, a mournful or blood-curdling wail would slice through the mountain range — likely belonging to so unlucky fellow who was being torn to pieces by those Dinsional beasts. At the sa ti, even more Dinsional beasts were being exterminated by the rushing mob of experts.
Trendous bodies rolled and writhed in splashes of newly spilled blood, before finally collapsing to the ground with deep rumbles.
Such events were occurring throughout the mountain range. The stench of blood saturated the air.
Shuuuuu!
In the forest, Tyrion's party of five was swiftly moving along. The Pri Draconis Ridge currently had a very different air than the one of tranquility from the night before. As night retreated, the nurous experts and other unknown things had started to show themselves.
The vigorous Energies rose and fell in violent cycles, showing just how many experts this rumored Overlord Sacred dinsional relics had attracted.
Aelira's lovely face turned to face four different directions. She'd also noticed the Pri Draconis Ridge's commotion. She waved a diamond-like hand and spoke in a tender voice, "We should increase our pace."
As her voice landed, the five of them sharply increased their speed, turning into five streak of lights that swept past the forest of towering trees.
"Roar!"
However, the mont they crossed a certain patch of forest, a fierce sound carried over from their right. They turned their eyes in that direction, only to see a massive fire-red Dinsional Beast watching them with a sinister gleam in its eyes and a severed limb hanging from its mouth. It was clear that it'd recently devoured a human being.
When this animalistic brute saw Tyrion's party intrude on its territory, it gave a thunderous roar and sprang on them with its body still reeking of blood.
"A Silver grade Dinsional Beast dares to get in our way," Tyrion comnted upon seeing that. He smiled, as he pressed his hand on the beast's colliding head.
Boom!
Even the ground crumbled as Tyrion's hand ruthlessly descended. The massive blood-red Dinsional beast exploded with a mournful snarl — it'd been directly crushed to death under the pressure.
A look of surprise passed through the eyes of the other mbers of Aelira's party. Even though this blood-colored Dinsional beast only had the strength of a Demonic fighter mid stage, it'd still had an extrely strong defense. They hadn't expected Tyrion to take care of it in just one stroke.
"Hmm? Treasure!" Lara only glanced at the corpse of the blood-red Dinsional beast before turning her line-of-sight to another spot ahead. Clinging to one of the cliffs of fractured stone and earth was a blood-red zoysia[1. A type of grass.] gently swaying in the breeze. A fragrance dispersed in the air.
"Blood Zoysia?" Lara's lovely face instantly lit up. Crafted from the heavens, a wealth of the earth — such a treasure would undoubtedly be hard-won under any other circumstance. It could have considerable effects on one's gene.
Swish.
Her image flashed away and landed on the large cliff. Then, she bent down and plucked the Blood Grown Zoysia.
Shuuuu!
However, the mont she picked the Blood Grown Zoysia, a pointed screech rose and resonated. The only thing they saw was a line of frigid light launching towards Lara as fast as lightning.
"Watch out!" Aelira's lovely eyes focused as she pointed a finger into the air and tapped. A line of Genetic energy raced out, intending to shatter the frigid light that was heading for Lara.
Michael And Nyxa simultaneously entered combat mode, eyes coldly watching the direction that the frigid light had co from. They saw human figures flash through the forest. About 20 people quickly erged and landed on the patch of broken stone.
Each of them had different weapons in hand and wore an arrogant expression. Traces of fierce aggression showed in their faces. One look would tell you that they weren't the type to play nice — they were probably one of the stronger adventurer parties.
They were led by two n in their thirties, who looked rather similar to each other. Likely brothers. Their eyes shined with a savage craftiness.
"What do you think you're doing?" Michael coldly barked as he looked at those unkind fellows.
Tyrion's eyes were drawn in the sa direction, then his brows slightly knitted. This adventurer party wasn't weak. Their two male leads were Quasi-Fiendgod stage. As for the rest, around eight were at the peak Demonic Fighter realm, while the others were at the Super soldier realm.
You could say that this battle line-up of adventurers was rather formidable.
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