Chapter 2039 Normal?

Chapter 2039 Normal?

Instead of being a mysterious martial will that could attack the psyche of an opponent, the wyvern's bloodline was entirely focused on strengthening their own bodies. This was without a doubt the simplest by far! In fact, training them was even simpler! Every day for over a century, Dyon forced the wyverns to bow beneath his Presence, forcefully agitating their blood again and again. He showed no mercy, even stamping his feet upon their heads and grinding them into the ground. This situation went on for decades. The humiliation was etched into their souls so fiercely that some of them even directly committed suicide. It was a cruel thing indeed, but Dyon continued. Dyon goaded them with words, each sentence seemingly piercing directly into their hearts. Finally, on one faithful day, one of them finally snapped. A mighty roar escaped its lips as land for hundreds of kilometers was completely leveled. However, the result left Dyon without an ability to laugh or cry. He could only look on with what must have been a hilarious expression. Shouldn't this breakthrough have made the wyvern akin to a carp leaping over a dragon's gate? So... Why was it that this evolved wyvern actually regressed and became a normal snake...? The same thoughts Dyon had that day were the same thoughts their enemies had when they appeared on the battlefield. They were nothing but big snakes, what was the point of being afraid of them? It wasn't until these battles begun the fear struck the core of their hearts. **

But the real issue that made him raise his eyebrow was the fact that according to his Immortal Sense... Their bone age had reverted back to 0 the moment their evolution finished... Simply put... They were newborns! Thinking to this point, Dyon could help but think back to all the legends his mortal world told of snakes and serpents, but there was one among them that stood out in particular... Especially when he saw that these 'newborns' were over a kilometer in length already... The legend of the World Serpent... Jormungandr... **

Toward the center of the Ancient Battlefield, a core region no one dared to approach loomed in the distance. Mountains of black with sharp jagged edges surrounded its borders as though giving a warning toward those who dared to approach. At this very moment, a young man fell from the top of one of these mountains. His body rolled like a rag doll, the sharp rock structures tearing his skin and shattering his bone as he continued to tumble. With an audible thud that quaked the earth, he fell to the flat plains of endless tall grasses below, his life and death unknown. This chapter made its debut appearance via N0v3lB1n.