Chapter 1598: Repeated Mistakes.

Chapter 1598: Repeated Mistakes.



War leads to the creation of the dead, so the Amotekun grew stronger with each battle. Their troops were mostly weak, but they were tireless and didn't feel pain, which made them the best soldiers. The undead could also be raised again if they were not completely destroyed. This made their army larger instead of smaller.

The Shikis, on the other hand, had stronger soldiers on average since each of their hosts was a titan of law. Besides, the Shikis couldn't be killed because they were one with the land and the people. The ground and the people within it would need to be completely destroyed to kill them.

So the two races were at a stalemate. This stalemate continued until one Amotekun followed in the footsteps of their ancestor by falling in love with a Shiki and giving birth to a beautiful black-complexioned baby. The baby was plump and beautiful, like the Shikis, but black, like the Amotekun race.

That baby became the ancestor of the Tyrant Race and led to the end of the war between the Shikis and Amotekuns.

The Tyrant Race were born as physical beings like their Amotekun ancestor. But they could give up their bodies by planting themselves in the soil. This way, they could infect the ground like their Shiki parents.

They could then parasitize the ground and living things within it. If they need a body, they could convert anyone of their host into a physical body to use. So the billions of Tyrants in the divine plane currently waiting for the invaders are just their clones.

The entire realm has long been conquered by them, which has reduced the effective number of defenders of the realm. But even though there are not many enough, the weakest of them has the power of Origin gods thanks to the boost from being paragons.

They can only make one clone at a time, but just like their Shiki parents, they can't be killed until all their hosts die. So they may appear to be billions, but there are actually trillions more bodies waiting for them in the realm to use.

Unfortunately, the Tyrant realm is limited in size. They have reached the limit of their race. Newborn Tyrants can't get land to set up their domains, and competition for land is serious amongst them. One can imagine just how tempting the prospect of new lands is to them. That is the prospect that this invasion has brought them.

They don't usually see eye-to-eye, but they all came out today to fight. They were even more impatient than WRATH about the delay in the fusing of the two realms. So they were very happy when they noticed that something had destroyed the barrier for early access.

WRATH didn't meet scared defenders when he came through. The Tyrants were as prepared as they could be. Unfortunately, they were not prepared for a demon god. In fact, they were not expecting any demons, much less a demon god.

A shout went up as soon as the ocean cloud of boiling red energy broke through the realm rift.

"DEMON GOD!!!!"

It was a shout of panic and fear.

WRATH shouted at them, "Don't be afriad. Be angry."

But they didn't listen. The invasive power of its voice only made them more afraid. They screamed in fear, and ran around like headless chicken. Soon the shout of fear and panic was picked up by the other Tyrants all over the divine plane.

A/N: The moral of the story is that one should kill troublesome children when they are weak. That's what I was going with this. Learn this life lesson and don't be like the Amotekun.