"This… This isn't what's supposed to happen… Soone distorted this tiline!" Apollos' immature voice projected outward in a shrill.
The scope of his heavenly abilities wasn't within normal margins. When it ca to matters of ti, he touched upon a level that had never existed from the beginning of existence to now. The fact that sothing had caught him off guard was completely unprecedented.
No… This wasn't true… hadn't he felt those uncomfortable itches for decades now already…? Ever since… Ever since the Sacharro Clan appeared for the Federation eting!
However, when he received news that the Olympus Clan's universe spirit had perished, he assud that it was this matter that had been pulling on his heart.
But, who cared about a re universe spirit past its pri? They could build up many more, there was no need to worry at all. In fact, he believed that this secret knowledge gave him a leg up on the Sacharros.
Dyon wanted to make the Emperor Giant Clan his trump card, but was it still a trump card if his enemies were ready and waiting for it?
This was the reason Apollos ignored that unpleasant feeling… he thought that everything was in hand already…
However, who knew that the wool had been pulled over his eyes? The Jafari Clan treasure, his achilles heel of so long ago, the very treasure that resulted in him tying himself to the Tiless Library so tightly, had actually been in the hands of his enemies all along.
The scenes of various tilines he had witnessed were distorted from the very beginning. The so-called clear future he had seen was only what his enemies had wanted him to see. He had actually been so thoroughly defeated after so many years… And the worst part was that his opponent couldn't even be bothered to deal with him personally!
"Did I not already say that you weren't fit to shine his shoes?" Luna's smile disappeared, replaced by a practiced indifference.
She lightly waved her small hand. But, this minor gesture caused the atmospheric qi to boil to an unprecedented level of agitation.
Supre Spiritual was smacked into the marbled throne room floor. His handso countenance was completely devastated, becoming a mangled ss of displaced bone and flesh.
"… To have placed your sights on my daughter once more… Death is too good for you!"
"Supre Heavenly!" Supre Oracle called out. Her calm deanor had shifted slightly. "Don't go too far! This is still our Sprite Alliance."
"Was it still the Sprite Alliance when you attempted to kidnap my daughter? How about when you commanded to murder the father of my child? Or how about when you colluded with outsiders to hold hostage?
"In which of these instances was this still our Sprite Alliance?!"
Luna's voice bood. Her rage was hidden behind an indifferent veil, but when she took action, the heavens themselves were at her beck and call.
Supre Oracle felt an oppressive pressure descend upon her from above. Her knees couldn't help but bend, leaving two spherical holes in the ground below.
"You are the worst of them." Luna said without holding back her disdain. "You think yourself to be a voice of reason? Of compassion? You are nothing but the very dregs you claim to protect others from, a dirty stain on the very dignity you claim to have."
Supre Oracle had never been so humiliated in her life. Nurous emotions of rage, pain and embarrassnt colored her features. However, remorse was simply not among them.
"What I've done, I've done for us to survive!"
"Survive?" Luna sneered, her hand swiping once more to force Supre Armant and Earthen to the ground in a single breath.
To co to this place to face her, they had entirely relied on Apollos. Now that very Apollos was stuck in a daze, countless tilines running through his mind as the backlash of his own abilities assaulted him severely.
"You know well that the first phase only allows those who have yet to experience a millennium to enter. You know even better that the reason for this is because those youths are our true hope. Yet, you sentenced the very best among them to death for nothing more than an attempt to control .
"To survive…? Ha. Even a child would have more instincts toward survival than you do. After making such a foolish choice, you actually have the face to say such a thing?
"Just kneel here and watch the fruits of your choice. You've thoroughly enraged him."
The skies above the Sprite Capital Trembled. But, whether or not anyone noticed was a different matter entirely. They simply couldn't see the skies, it was entirely blotted out by a massive golden array that had increased to a radius ten tis even that of the very planet they stood on.
"This… Is impossible…"
Fallen Hastam felt as though Dyon's words had beco far too true far too suddenly. Let alone mobilize atmospheric qi, he was having trouble manifesting the abilities of his own qi. On top of this, he seed to have completely lost connection with his Faith.
Originally, the Fallen hadn't even planned on ever needing to use their Faith. However, obviously, when their backs were pushed against the wall, it would most definitely be their final resort. But, who knew when they needed it most, it would so suddenly be stripped from them?
Unfortunately for the Sprite Alliance, they had stimulated Dyon's rage to an impossible degree.
The Seal alone wasn't capable of cutting off Faith. Truthfully, maybe it was capable of such a feat, but Dyon's comprehension of the sealing path simply wasn't deep enough to achieve such a thing.
Dyon had spread himself incredibly thin. He had already dabbled in Runic Vein Theory in order to rebuild his master's body. On top of that, he began learning magic from Lillianna, all while maintaining his level of Array Alchemy and mastering thousands of techniques.
No matter how talented he was, he wasn't a God… just yet. There were only so many things he could learn with the limited ti he had entered the martial world for.
Still, Dyon's ingenuity was on another level.
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