Book 9: Chapter 163: Fast (2)
“That’s unfortunate.” Chenglei deep rumbling voice made the ground below quake. “Did you have to smash them into meat paste like that? Kitsune might make very good corpse puppets. Now the strongest of them is dead, too unfortunate.”
Dyon ignored Chenglei’s grumbling. He couldn’t have controlled [Patience] much even if he wanted to. He only barely shifted its trajectory right at the end to allow the numbered warriors to keep their bodies intact.
Still, he wanted to kill them with his own hands, so even though he could have left it to Chenglei, he didn’t. A hatred of several long decades had finally been vented. He didn’t care to hear their excuses or pleadings, so he directly smashed them to waste.
In the future, he’d do the very same to Aritzia. All those who dared to scheme against his loved ones would pay a heavy price.
“There’ll be plenty of other opportunities to gain kitsune corpses. The main battle is over, but there are still over 30 universes left to conquer. Plus, shouldn’t you be satisfied? The Six-Winged Legion, the Shadow Legion, the Sparrow Legion and the Holy Mammoth Legion are all famous, after refining them all you’ll be able to conquer universes on your own.”
In the past, this was impossible for Chenglei. Though his Death God Body had improved his innate poor soul path talent, it wasn’t by much. Luckily, many things had changed recently.
For one, his soul talent no longer seemed to have a hard cap. After breaking through Heaven’s Chains, he didn’t face the same restrictions as most other beasts.
However, the second reason was the most potent. His partner was now Dyon. As such, he could borrow from Dyon’s soul prowess whenever he wanted as long as they were within range of Dyon’s divine sense of one another. Essentially, his limited ability in controlled his skeleton army had been completely overturned.
Still, he grumbled.
“You don’t understand. In some cases, it’s beneficial to allow refined corpse puppets to maintain some of the skill they had when they were alive. Having three Kitsune Grand Elders would be massive.
“Because they would now be corpse puppets, their weak bodies would no longer be an issue. Plus, I could easily sacrifice the Jikan Grand Elder if I wanted to manipulate time will past normal standards. But you went and ruined it all.”
Dyon laughed. “Here, take this as compensation.”
A flood of information entered Chenglei’s mind through their soul connection. It was none other than Orcus’ corpse refinement technique, [Lord Creator]. Though Dyon didn’t bother to comprehend any of it, he had skimmed through its covers long ago. Memorizing a technique was as easy as breathing for him, even if it was of the Divine Grade.
Chenglei was stunned into silence before his uproarious laughter shook the skies. As a wielder of Death God Body, how could he not understand the significance of such a technique? With it, his corpse refining abilities would be brought to an entirely new level.
In the distance, the Shruti Army felt awkward, a deep shame taking root in their hearts as they listen to human and dragon chatting away with one another.
They had just been scared out of their wits, yet the battle was won without them lifting a single finger. How could they feel anything but shame?
To make matters worse, the adorable little cauldron on Dyon’s shoulder seemed to turn toward them, its lid steaming with disdain. Then, it turned around and wiggled what they could only assume was its butt. Their already red faces could only turn a deeper crimson.
Sensing a presence behind him, Dyon turned to see Emperor Shruti and Atlas. At first he wondered why they were so far away and why they were struggling so much, but then he remembered that he was still standing on Chenglei’s head.
Chenglei’s yellow reptilian eyes shifted slightly as his snake-like body turned.
Snorting with disdain, he went to return to Dyon’s inner world. “If you want to ally with people, you should find Clans with some actual strength. If you ask me, this so-called Atlas and Shruti Empire would be better off as vassal states if all they’re going to do it mooch.
“Call me when there’s bone to grind. Oh, and do send those corpses in.” He finished happily.
With that, the massive beast disappeared, as did its constant suppression of the area.
Though the two Emperors felt bitter toward the Dragon’s words, they couldn’t deny that they felt much better without his presence pressing down their souls.
“I want to thank Sir Sacharro for helping my Shruti Empire. I don’t have much to repay you with, but please make your demands. My Shruti Empire has never been ungrateful.”
Having witnessed Dyon’s power personally, Emperor Shruti suddenly understood that this man was very humble. He had every right to trample across their Shruti Empire as he pleased, but he actually pretended as though they were on equal footing yesterday.
Dyon descended from the skies, facing the two Emperors with a light smile on his face.
“Like I said, I came here at the request of my little cousin to repay a debt. Also, don’t mind Chenglei’s words, he’s just a bit abrasive. Though I won’t lie – I do prefer if your Clans come under our banner – still, I won’t force you to do so.
“If you’d like to repay me, allow me to take what remains of the Kitsune Clan’s population. As for the territory, you can have it.”
The two Emperors looked at each other after hearing these words.
“We accept.” They both said without hesitation.
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