Chapter 2024 Can't

Chapter 2024 Can't

2024 Can't

Clerebold immediately understood the conclusion those 12 Clans would come to. Maybe there were already armies marching toward them currently. They didn't have much time to prepare at all.

Though there were natural barriers between the regions, one needs to remember that there was a ring of nothing but flat plains around the core region of the Ancient Battlefield. Dyon had run across this very flat plain when he entered the core region for what remained of the Pride Clan's Legacy.

lightsnοvεl What did this mean? It meant that even if Clans couldn't take a straight line approach to reach their territory, what they could do was take a detour to these flat plains. Using this defenseless region, they could wrap around the natural barriers and enter the east unhindered. This meant that the dwarves wouldn't only have to deal with attacks from the eastern region, but may also have to face attacks from other regions as well.

Lord Clerebold opened his mouth many times to speak, but couldn't seem to find the necessary words. He was now aware that Dyon was far stronger than him and no longer had the confidence to speak to him like a junior.

He still couldn't wrap his head around how this youth was the equivalent to an Overlord existence, yet here was the reality right before him.

To make things worse, he was certain that Dyon had been aware of his presence for a long time already, yet he simply sat there, saying nothing at all.

Yet, Lord Clerebold had no right to feel disrespected by this scene before him. In this prison, strength ruled over everything. In the face of Dyon... He had no right to hold opinions of his own.

"Es... Esteemed one..." Lord Clerebold only now realized he didn't know Dyon's name at all. "... My dwarf clan will likely soon face assaults from all sides. Since you've reached out to us in hopes of an alliance, I hope that you'll also help us weather this storm."

"Is there a need to react like this?" Dyon's voice sounded cold and detached, as though the world itself was meaningless to him. "Any problem that can be solved by slaughter isn't a problem at all... In fact, it's the easiest thing in the world..."

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"We can't continue like this."

In a meeting room on the Mortal Plane, the grand pillars of the once mighty Golden Crow Sect seemed bland and uninviting. They had fallen from such supreme heights, crashing down to the point where they stood as the weakest faction on the Mortal Plane.

This might sound like an exaggeration, but it was the truth. Currently, the thousand or so quadrants of the Mortal Plane were divided amongst the Mortal Empire, the Sapientia, the Nephilim, the Transcendent Beast Alliance, the Dragons, and finally... Them...

In fact, their own quadrant wasn't even entirely owned by them. After the matters with the Federation, they only a little over 60 universes, but the Flaming Lily Sect owned over 30.

They had lived the last nearly hundred years in fear, believing that the Mortal Empire would come sweep them up eventually. But who knew that Dyon wouldn't even care about them at all? They could only watch as those in their surroundings grew stronger and stronger, while they themselves grew weaker by comparison.

They had once been a mighty Clan with a deep Legacy, but now they were nothing more than a laughing stock, an example Dyon kept around so that his people would never forget what they would be without him.

Humans tended to have a short memory span when it came to being thankful. Once they were given something good, there would eventually come a time where what was once 'good' would become 'normal'. By then, they would begin to take things for granted, believing that this level of 'good' was what was owed to them.

However, with a pig in a pen like the Golden Crow Sect, there for everyone to observe, their roots would never be forgotten.