Chapter 689 How The Fight Ended

Chapter 689 How The Fight Ended

The Strongest.

It means different things to different people. Some attribute only physical characteristics to it, while others consider the mental or supernatural attributes to the term.

However, everyone shares one common assumption when addressing the matter.

To be the strongest means to be the best.

And... Ce'phas could be considered the 'Strongest' of the 2nd Squad.

Not only were his Stats absurdly high, at least compared to the other Generals, but his Skills had a much higher level of mastery. His Level was higher too, making him an all-round superior entity when compared to almost every other General.

But, that wasn't the only reason he was feared and revered as the strongest.

The main reason was due to his Skill: [Time Dilation].

[Time Dilation]

Tier: S

Ability: Allows the user to control the flow of time experienced by a specified target. The target's time can be slowed, reversed, or advanced.

[Limitation: Physical contact must be made on the target to activate this Skill.]

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With this Skill, Ce'phas could advance his own time, making him much faster than normal. He could also slow down the time of his targets by only touching them once.

The most dangerous aspect of it was the 'reversal' aspect, that allowed him to reverse the state of his target--including their positions or wellbeing.

Using this power, even if he fell under a fatal attack, it would be as if he never sustained any injury. As long as this power existed, and he had it activated, Ce'phas was unstoppable by those within his rank or lower.

He was an absolute monster.

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"It's over, Ce'phas. You win..."

The two Dragon Generals stood beside the Dragon General. He was kneeling atop the bloodied corpse of Adrien Chase.

There was only so much a corpse could take before turning all mangled and gross; unrecognizable from its previous state. Ce'phas had dealt such intense and immense damage on the body that it had become nothing but a mesh of ground bones and pasty flesh.

"Yep! That's what you get for not ending it quickly!"

"But I can't help it..."

"Yeah, yeah..."

The Dragons ascended from the crater, laughing cheerfully as if nothing had happened. As soon as they did so, they found all the Dragons of the Camp already gathered around.

They totalled a couple thousand—not a particularly impressive number, considering what the Elves had just displayed.

Still, the fact that they all belonged to the proud Dragon Race was enough of an assurance for the Generals, who were now slowly walking to the tent.

"We should get this over with already. The sooner we crush the Elves the better."

"Indeed. The rest are already waiting for us."

"We can't keep them waiting, can we?"

The Generals entered the tent and found their 12 Commanders occupying their positions in their respective seats. The moment the Commanders noticed the entry of the Generals, they all rose to their feet, bowing in respect.

As usual, the Generals responded by slightly raising their hands, and the twelve returned to their seats. Everyone was in a serious mood, as expected of such an important meeting.

... Even the man at the foot of the table.

"Apologies for the delay. We had to handle a rather suspicious traitor, as you all know. Hope you don't mind the wait, Adrien?"

All eyes fell on the human who sat comfortably and watched the Dragons with a calm smile on his face.

"Not at all. Who would have expected that a Dragon would betray the Camp in favor of the Elves? You were right to punish him..." All twelve Commanders nodded, and the Generals followed suit—satisfied with Adrien's answer.

"Right? In any case, we should commence the meeting."

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