Reaper of the Martial World

Book 9: Chapter 97: Prince (2)

Dyon touched his head in a slightly embarrassed fashion. Even in his wildest dreams, he had expected for his plan to work out so perfectly. This Connery Sapientia was too anxious.

Of course, Dyon had the ability to lay suppression arrays. As a Planet Lord, there wasn’t an array the Ragnors could create that he couldn’t stymie. As for the Sapientia, thanks to Evelyn, he was already well aware of their limits here.

Though he wasn’t certain of their strength in the Outer Powers, Dyon knew a few important things.

First, the Sapientia were the main backer of the ban on Array Alchemy, it was impossible for anyone else to be the culprit. Unfortunately for them, this became their double edge sword. Even if one of their formation Star Lords personally created every one of their arrays, he or she wouldn’t be a match for Dyon even if he was still a Planet Lord.

Secondly, Dyon didn’t need to prepare even for this worst-case scenario. The Sapientia had misgivings of their own, or else they wouldn’t take such care to separate their main power for their branch powers in the tower quadrants. As a result, the Sapientia of Celestial Quadrant only had access to Moon Grade formations at best.

Though this was far better than what the other Clans had because the Sapientia took care to hide this truth, it was no match for Dyon.

Just now, Connery’s message had been easily blocked and intercepted by Dyon. So, on a whim, Dyon decided he was curious of what would happen if suddenly everyone was aware of the Sapientia Clan’s plots.

It wasn’t perfect, mostly because only someone who already partially understood the situation could see the schemes within Connery’s words, but for the elites of Odin City, it was more than enough. historical

A few things became obvious to them in an instant. Connery had some sort of masterplan and whatever that masterplan was, was being threatened by this massive army that had seemingly come out of nowhere.

Connery didn’t even have time to cover up his embarrassed expression before countless pairs of eyes had landed on him. Even without visuals, too many in Odin City were aware of the Sapientia Clan Head’s voice, he was often the head of many philanthropic ventures and had attended more than a few balls.

The ‘neutral’ Clan head had never been heard saying anything controversial during his entire stay in Odin City. To suddenly hear his voice say something so vulgar and warmongering… It was more than just a small shocking affair.

Connery sighed, looking up into the skies.

How many years had he sacrificed? Several thousand by now, right? No, more than that. He had had too many identities over the years. Each time he would have to come back as a new man and forget his true self even more… He had long since forgotten who the true Connery… No, Oshire Sapientia, was…

He was simply playing a role. He thought that he would soon be able to return home, his years of service finally rewarded, but what a joke that was.

‘Is she’s not there, what home is there to return to anyway… The world should just burn.’

Dyon’s eyes suddenly sharpened. “Retreat! Now!”

Even if these troops were rather green and still couldn’t execute exactly as Dyon wanted them to, there was one thing Dyon had drilled into them that they would never forget: the words of their commander, even if they couldn’t execute it perfectly, had to be executed to their utmost ability.

Therefore, the moment Dyon’s roar Planet Ragnor, those that had surrounded the planet simultaneously shot backward.

Dyon immediately activated the eighth floor of the Sage Tower, activating its second function – Deconstruction Canon.

Having long since scouted Ragnor territory, how could he not be aware of their ancestral formation? This lightning formation had protected them for countless thousands of years and they had planned to use it once more to protect against Dyon. Unfortunately for them, Dyon had already seen through the essence of the formation long before he began this war.

The roads paved with energy stones were the very paths that constructed this array. Others might just think the Ragnor Clan was overly extravagant, but Dyon knew the truth.

A mighty blast seemed to erupt from Dyon’s body. No one could imagine that its true source was a small tower shrunk to the size of a single atom.

Oshire didn’t have much of a reaction to Dyon’s quick response. Though it was impressive, and the blast being even more so, was it that much more impressive than what Dyon had already accomplished? To now, Dyon had already been elevated to its greatest height in his mind… Even if he found out Dyon was somehow his own father, it wouldn’t rise any further…

He watched as the massive lightning formation collapsed. There was no overwhelming destruction. Rather, it was as though the formation was disintegrating before their eyes… as though it was never there to begin with.

Immediately afterward, Dyon tore through the skies, rushing toward Oshire as though everything depended on it.

“I’m not very powerful…” Connery said blandly. “… If I was, I wouldn’t have to use such roundabout methods… Methods that seem to have failed in the end…

“You made a mistake coming to face me here. In your home universe, due to the actions of His Lordship, access to the Heavens and Faith is stifled, so I could only remain lowkey… But here…

“Do you know why the Sapientia trusted such an important mission to someone as weak as I am?”

Finally, Dyon sensed Oshire’s true cultivation. He was … a higher celestial?!

“It’s because I’m a Prince.”

Faith the likes of which Dyon had never felt before crashed down from the skies. It felt as though the world was collapsing.