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Book 10: Chapter 155: Red Qi (1)

Dyon stood over the coliseum, over the nine Dragon Pillars, over the Heaven’s Scroll. The momentum of his gaze, the arrogance of his disposition, the callousness of his disdain… They all seemed palpable, weighing the air with a somber emotion that pressed on the hearts of those below.

In truth, Dyon himself had no idea how high his strength reached currently. However, there was a second thing he had always loved aside from array alchemy. From the very first moment he touched his foot on the battlefield, he had uncontrollably grinned. A deep will for slaughter lay dormant in his heart.

No… It wasn’t a bloodthirst. He had come to understand more about himself, enough to comprehend exactly who he, Dyon Sacharro, was.

His love of the battlefield had nothing to do with relishing in the deaths of his enemies. He was completely different from the so-called War God turned Battle God of the past.

While the latter avoided responsibility for the weight of War, preferring to cling onto the selfish ideal of battle, Dyon wasn’t like this. He didn’t shy away from the responsibility. In fact, he relished in it. He relished in the feeling of taking control of a battlefield many could only be worth specks of dust within.

With a wave of his hand, he could change the tides of war. Even if he was facing countless powerful enemies, as long as he stood against them, failure was mere a thing of imagination.

“Come!”

This single word reverberated through arena. Under its might, even the Heaven’s Scroll flickered wildly as the Dragon Pillars began to tremble.

A small cauldron over Dyon’s shoulder bobbed with excitement.

The Dragon King vibrated in response, entering Dyon’s hand and extending outward to form a massive greater a half meter in width and over two meters in length.

It had been a very long time since Dyon used a true weapon in battle. Usually, he would casually forge one with his creation array. However, if there was ever an occasion that required him to be more serious, it was this one.

“All of you back away!” Ancestor Giant roared. “This battle… None of you are qualified to take part in it!”

The wizened Giant took a step forward, rising from the platform to meet Dyon. Not far behind him, Ancestor Scholar followed.

The moment they entered the battlefield, the Heaven’s Scroll trembled as though remembering these forgotten warriors. A moment later, two names were slowly etched in black.

Yadmere Porvarl … The Giant!

Estein Sapientia … The Scholar!

Even as they stepped forward, the seals placed on the Dragon King began to shatter one after another.

How long had it been since Dyon gained the Dragon King by his side? He had long since known of the numerous seals placed on it. It was just that in the past, his strength hadn’t been great enough to withstand the final seal.

As a result of Dyon’s own weakness, the Dragon King became a blade known simply for its sharpness and sturdiness. It was no different from a mortal weapon except for the fact its structural integrity was beyond one’s wildest imaginations. Even a Higher Existence attacking at full strength wouldn’t so much as dent it.

However, everything would change the moment the final seal shattered.

“That’s…!” Bane, Damaris’ father, called out in shock. “… The Dragon King!”

The old lizard had long since warned Dyon about using him in the presence of other Dragons. It would cause him to be hunted down by the Drago-Qilin lands. However, the current Dyon already stood near the pinnacle of the mortal plane. Even if they wanted to misunderstand and come after him… He would welcome them with open arms!

“Dad? You can’t mean?” Damaris paled. “Dyon has been the Dragon King all this time?”

Bane’s brow furrowed. He had realized the same thing every other Dragon Clan patriarch in attendance had. However, also just like him, he noticed that something was different about this situation.

“No… The Dragon King… He was actually subdued!”

Just as those words resounded, the reverberating sounds of the final seal shattering tore through the cooling atmosphere.

In that instant, the Dragon King’s blade underwent a massive transformation.

Its body erupted into a sea of black flame, piercing toward the high heavens as a draconic roar shook the skies. Its once sleek spine and blade completely changed from a solid black metal to suddenly erupt with innumerable cracks. No, they weren’t cracks… But scales! Densely packed sheets of resplendent scales coated the blade, revealing veins of pure white beneath.

The blade vibrated within Dyon’s hand as though it had become a living creature.

A gorgeous royal blue array appeared to Dyon’s back, his body instantly becoming coated in a crystalline blue armor. His skin gleamed like a polished gem, stepping into [Titan Emperor’s Will: Act Two – Stage Three] without hesitation, his strength raising by 640 times in an instant.

The pressure Dyon exuded caused the Immortal Blood Gong array to tremble under his might. It seemed that even the rise of the nine Dragon Pillars hadn’t caused this much commotion.

However, even this pressure paled in comparison to when six pairs of golden wings appeared to Dyon’s back, hovering around a single ring of gold. Their beautiful forms gently flapped in the skies, radiating out a light that overshadowed everything in sight.

Without another once of hesitation, Dyon flashed forward. He really wanted to see just how mighty a Higher Existence was!