Chapter 1858 Progress

Chapter 1858 Progress

Though some were still unhappy, it couldn't be denied that Dyon's words made them more comfortable.

"... Please introduce yourselves." Dyon looked toward the top eight finishers of the elder generation. Though he was familiar with those of the younger, he didn't know much about these men.

While it was true that these eight weren't talented enough to continue climbing the Tower, Dyon didn't blame them for this. In fact, there might even be some hidden talents among them.

Cultivation past the celestial realm was incredibly difficult. Even a single step after the saint realm was like ascending them heavens... No one was guaranteed to enter the dao realm, especially if you didn't have enough backing.

"I am Kuro. This are my brothers Aoi, Xi, and Kie. We've long since thrown away our given names and chosen these simple names. We will reclaim our names once we've climbed to the top of the world."

A middle-aged man with an aged greying beard stepped forward.

In truth, based on his appearance, his words were ridiculous. To appear so old as a celestial, he was already nearing the end of his life, no? Even his brothers were no less grizzled. Yet, Dyon didn't laugh.

The resolution in the man's eyes were very real. In fact, the look in the eyes of his three brothers was no less fiery.

Dyon hardly paid attention to the introductions of the last four final sixteen participants. His mind was entirely on these four men. He wanted to know more about them, but this setting was entirely appropriate.

After their introductions, Dyon nodded.

"The Army Chief of this Battalion will be myself. Under me, there will be the Four Cardinal Generals. North General Zaire Sacharro. South General Lyla Sacharro. West General Ryu Ricci. And East General Kaeara Guatama.

"They will each control 2 500 of you and have 5 Corps Captains beneath them. These 20 spots have been decided by your ordered ranking within this tournament and will be assigned as follows..."n((o-)v--e-(l))b/.I.-n

Dyon smiled after he finished organizing the army to his liking, his mind filled with every individual's strengths and weaknesses.

"Now, as promised, the top 8 from each tournament will be adequately rewarded. Here!"

Dyon's arm waved. In but a moment, the battalion below trembled as 15 Spiritual grade treasures appeared, floating into the arm of every top 16 individual with the exception of Ryu.

"From today forth, you will be the Blood Phoenix Battalion. Others will cower before danger, but we will bathe in it and be reborn!"

Shere stood, expanding to her full length of over 500 meters and roared into the skies. Slaughter qi shattered space as though baptizing the newly formed legion.

Whether they were onboard from the beginning or not, the warriors below felt their blood boil.

Dyon's laughing figure disappeared into teleportation array followed by ten thousand soldiers. The elders watching on from a distance suddenly felt a tinge of regret. Why had their youths been in such a rush?

**

Within the tower of elders, the mysterious masked man laughed jovially as an adorable cauldron bobbed up and down on his shoulder, seemingly laughing as well.

"My little cousin is a little useless, but there is one thing he's unmatched in, and that's leading an army! Sit back and enjoy the show."

The lips of the various elders and Clan Heads were already twitching at this masked man's careless demeanor. But, if they knew that this masked man was actually Dyon praising a clone of himself, there wouldn't be enough words in all the languages created across time and space for them to express just how shameless they thought he was.

The difference between Dyon and the other elders was too striking.

Some of the weaker elders sat as straight as a javelin, being extremely careful and sparce with their words to avoid offending anyone they couldn't afford to, while the stronger elders still retained their respectable appearances, casually forming lasting relationships.

Yet, Dyon reclined and kicked his feet up, eating piles of food that seemingly appeared out of nowhere. Of course, these piles of food were all cooked by Saru. Even when he ran out, he would just have his clone send him more through their connected inner worlds. He was really leading a comfortable life.

To make matters worse, his words were simply too much. If 'Dyon' was useless, what words could describe their own clan heirs then?

lightsΝοvel "To tell you the truth." Dyon casually glanced over at Emperor Star. "I thought the Star Clan was being a bit too prideful in not asking my Sacharro Clan for help in designing the formations for the Federation. But, I'll have to retract that thought, your formation masters are quite good."

Though Dyon's words were casual, Emperor Star sensed a hint of playfulness in them.

In that moment, he suddenly had a thought. Could it be that he knows they tried to rig Madeleine's placement?

A cold sweat permeated Emperor Star's back, but Dyon had already turned his attention back to the large screens before them, smiling happily as he ate through the hole he formed in his mask.

"Such sharp picture quality!"

Emperor Star coughed lightly. "Yes, thank you for the praise, Sir Sacharro."

Dyon sneered inwardly, but didn't say much else. He didn't like being a magnanimous person, but for the sake of the bigger picture, he'd let it go for now. Plus, he had rigged a few things himself, he had more than sought revenge for that slight.

Still, if others heard him describe himself as magnanimous...

The atmosphere within the elder tower grew steady, each of them focusing their attention of toward the battalions and their progress.

**

At this moment, Dyon's clone and his Blood Phoenix Battalion had landed upon a planet controlled by a 1st tier entity. Simply put, even Dyon's clone could sweep through this planet in just a few seconds. Unfortunately...

Dyon stood on Linlin's back, looking over his Battalion, perfectly split into the Four Cardinal Armies.