1552 In Style
It's like an invisible giant had risen and decided to slap down these arrogant ants. The aura of the region, as if guided by an unseen rule, flowed down and pressed tight from all sides.
'The power of order. The power of chaos.'
"You!"
The seven overlords were scared by his intimidating move and teleported away, creating a lot of distance between them in a blink.
"Hehe."
As if it was all a bluff, the flowing aura which caused space itself to crack due to its powerful flow dissipated.
Varian's silhouttee blurred from the place, leaving only an echo of time as he appeared behind a three-foot woman in a scaly armor.
"Coward!"
The little lady, no, an actual grandma with sagging skin and wrinkles cursed and tried to teleport.
But she twitched like she was electrocuted when her soul was struck and allowed her head to be caught by Varian.
He didn't crush her head as she feared. He poured into her invasive vitality.
"Arghh! Aghh! Arhhhh!"
With most of her lifespan already ending, the little old lady wasn't able to bear the drain of vitality. She turned into a bag of bones in a blink, dying a reluctant death.
Kacha!
As if they timed the attack at her expense, space cracked and a spear pierced through his chest…or it should've.
All it touched was a phantom left by time.
Varian had no need to stay there once he filled her with vitality.
So, he did not.
"Huh?"
The six warriors, three peak rank 9 and three pseudo divines, were confused by his behavior.
Didn't he stay with his target until the end the first time? That's how they managed to lock and crush him?
'Wait, if he intended this from the start…!'
When that thought appeared, all of them felt a chill down their spine. Their instincts told them that they were not fighting a weak prey but a seasoned predator, one who was adept at picking on stronger preys.
"Argh!"
That thought was interrupted by a shriek.
Varian appeared behind a giant and sliced him into five parts.
But when they tried to attack, their attacks only passed through a phantom.
'Again?!'
A muffled sound rang somewhere and then two more corpses flew.
"Haaa~"
Varian stretched his neck and rubbed his bloodied palms.
Now, it was just Hector Russ and the three pseudo divines left.
None of them were easy to kill but—
'Status'
[Rank 9 (+25,000)
Paragon Body: 25,000/100,000
Ignis: 25,000/100,000
Death Giant: 25,000/100,000
Order: 25,000/100,000
Chaos: 25,000/100,000
Space: 25,000/100,000
Time: 25,000/100,000
<This is atrocious. How long has it been? Three hours? Five hours? What should other rank 9s do if you do this? Should they resign and go home to play cards?
Mr. Host, this is absolutely a disgusting behavior that is not encouraged by System! Show some compassion to other living beings! What if they die out of envy? Are you going to take responsibility or what?
Come on, now. Don't do this anymore. Become normal again.>]
Ignoring Logos' rant, Varian focused on his paths. It's not as much as the progress in repsonse to the fights as it was the fights unlocking the suppressed progress.
The pressure put on him by the fights was like a hammer striking down the walls of a dam. The more the walls crack, the more ferocious the water would pour out. And it's not going to slow down anytime soon.
"Haa~"
Varian exhaled as he eyed the toughest four enemies. He'd have to start somewhere.
He never killed a pseudo divine before. Even now, he had no confidence.
From his own experience, some peaks rank 9s were abnormally stronger than others.
Hector Russ was at least twice as strong as Kong.
But what about pseudo divines?
The minimum starting point would be 50% stronger than Hector Russ.
In that sense, Hector Russ was an abnormal guy indeed.
"Kill him."
The leader ordered and the three pseudo divines shot at him like missiles.
Varian drew a circle in the empty space with his index finger.
The dark space glowed and an invisible force swept the place.
The space attacks reaching him, be it the blades borne out of space cracks or the spears created by fortifying space, got touched by this force.
The link between the attacks and their attackers, the link through which they direct their attacks towards a dynamic target got influenced.
The power of chaos screwed up this link and the dangerous attacks moved aimlessly, missing their target.
"Huh?"
"Chaos?"
"No, but he's a Palarian…wait, his natal treasure?"
The pseudo divines were confused.
In their opinion, Varian wasn't strong enough to face their attacks head on. But they didn't consider something simple. He didn't need to face their attacks head on, as long as he could escape.
The best defensive tactic, after all, one where you'd nenever have to face an attack.
"Where did he go?!" Hector Russ yelled with as he stretched his perception with clenched teeth.
"I can't go anywhere leaving you, can I?" A hand tapped on his shoulder and the voice rang directly in his soul.
Hector wanted to scream, to send a signal for help. But the power of order and chaos enveloped him like a snake, cutting him off from the rest of the world.
Varian grabbed him by his neck and they disappeared.
"Lord Hector!"
"Catch him!"
"No!"
The three pseudo divines were alarmed.
Hector Russ was the most favored subordinate of the 7th Prince. Even though they were 'stronger', it's only a matter of time for him to reach the divine ranks. If anything happened to Hector, they wouldn't be spared.
So, disregarding everything else, they chased after the trails of aura deliberately left by Varian.
It was clearly a trap but they had no choice but to jump in.
The moment they disappeared, a quiet green flame lit up in the dark space.
Boooom!
The flame exploded, covering a large area of Lionar, swallowing the lives of billions.
As if they were waiting for this very signal, King Ferdinand, Old King and Miracle Queen marched onto Lionar, leading the armies of Pala.
They encountered no resistance on the way except for a few rank 8s and rank 7s.
When they reached the center of the Lionar anticipatign the city of Leo which was supposed to be a fortress and give them fierce resistance, all they could find was rubble, rubble and then some more rubble.
"W-What the hell?"
