Hearing these words, Percival burst into an uproarious laughter. He was just as boisterous as the previous Sir Ulric… But, fortunately for him, he was behind the protection of a strong protective array.
Still, before he could even finish his mock laughter and speak whatever condescending words he had planned, a massive red array appeared behind Dyon.
It happened so quickly that many missed its formation, but it was impossible to ignore its intricate ruby red structure, nor the overwhelming killing intent that exuded from it.
Blood seeped from Dyon’s mouth after this array ford, but he didn’t seem to notice. “[Second Judgent: Tornt].”
The word judgent seed to perate all of their thoughts, taking over their minds and stymieing their individuality.
Dyon’s senior brother, the very first disciple of his grand teacher, disdained the idea that the soul couldn’t influence battle prowess. As such, he created a set of attacks and nad them judgent, symbolizing a massive middle finger to people he saw as no more than fools.
The first judgent, carnage, was the King of the weapon’s hell array, wielding the strength of a second-grade celestial with absolute ease. However, Dyon could at most form a half a dozen to a dozen of those before he completely collapsed. This number raised to about two dozen after he solidified his soul cultivation.
However, even then, the second judgent, tornt, was still out of his abilities to cast. Unlike its counter part, it was more than ten tis more powerful, forming the devil’s glaive instead of an intricately carved bloody spear.
Still, the judgent technique is relative. Its power isn’t set, but rather, changes depending on soul strength. While the first judgent was comparable to a second-grade middle celestial, the second judgent was comparable to a second-grade high celestial! The difference was enormous!
Truth be told, the second grade wasn’t the limit of these judgents. How could they be? It was just that Dyon purposefully allowed flaws to be introduced into the arrays, lowering the stamina cost significantly. He simply wasn’t ant to use these techniques before he entered the dao realm…
But, how could Dyon care in this situation? Without hesitation, he used the second judgent, causing a bloody glaive with a body more than a hundred ters long and blade so thick and wide that it nearly dwarfed the defensive wall, to appear in the skies.
In the next instant, the world was blinded by a flash of red. Illusory skeletons creeped up from the ground, the screams of tortured victims could be vaguely heard even as the lush green grass was replaced by an illusory river of blood.
At that mont, Dyon’s life span fell by another more than one hundred years as a translucent, calm green dao array ford in the skies, spanning ten ters wide.
His life span then fell again, shaving off more than five hundred years, as a ten-ter-wide illusory dao array that seed carved of rock crystal appeared, sotis reflecting pinks and violets, and other tis being completely colorless.
The two arrays stacked upon each other, one in front of the other as they stood before the slowly manifesting glaive.
The hearts of the two Kings seized. ‘One with Dao wind and crystal will?!’
In the end, they could only bitterly smile. Underestimating a true god was simply foolish. Even as kings who lived more than 2000 years their highest-level will was of the 7th intent level, let alone having two 9th level intents, they didn’t even have one 8th level intent.
There was no ti to lant their lack of talent, nor was there any opportunity to understand what it was Dyon was doing. Before they could even react, the bloody glaive had shot forward at incomprehensible speeds.
Sonic booms rang through the air as suppressed air currents blasted the organized armies hundreds of ters away.
The mont the glaive passed through the wind dao array, its speed more than tripled. However, when it passed through the crystal away, its bloody body gained a crystalline sheen along with its aura more than doubling.
It was at that mont that a 100-ter dao array coated with black and white flas appeared before the defensive wall.
Flas of white surged, yet there was no heat. Instead, a comfortable feeling filled the soldiers on the wall with an eerie sense of comfort that almost made them forget that they were in a war.
BOOM!
The massive glaive tore through the cot level array as though it was nothing more than paper.
The Kings trembled in shock as they could only watch a defensive wall that had stood for millennia crumble to nothingness.
Knights standing on the wall fell from the skies, unable to stop themselves amid the destruction despite being saints.
The array was simply no match for Dyon. Not only had he aid for a weakness, the purification characteristic of his white flas was more potent that even celestial will of the supre law level… Even if it had been a moon level array, it was dood to fall before him!
“Bring Percival here now, or face the consequences.” Dyon’s layered voice was deadpan. Although his soul energy had been completely depleted from that attack, he didn’t seem to notice as the Energy Core surged.
In a single move, the mighty Grand Templar wall had been brought to its knees.
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