Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 1817 Clever

1817 Clever

'… I'll need my eyes to recover quickly.'

BANG! BANG! BANG!

Ryu shot forward. A domain of ice formed around him that most couldn't even approach. Those that were far too weak shuddered and froze in place before crumbling to pieces. Those that were stronger made it closer, only to be shredded to pieces by his fists.

It was a scene that left nothing but shock and awe in their hearts. That was because most of them were Ice Fiends, with Dark Fiends being on the rarer side of things. The ratio in this particular city was about 30 to 70 in favor of Ice Fiends.

Yet… they were the ones being frozen.

It didn't even make sense, and many of them died in outright despair, not having expected that they would die this way of all things.

Ryu was quickly making progress with his control over the Ice Element, but he still felt that it wasn't nearly enough.

Unfortunately, he ran down to the last living Fiend in the city.

He looked down on him, the individual that was probably the strongest existence in this small city. However, his indifference remained the same as he punched out.

BANG!

The Fiend's head exploded.

'Not enough,' Ryu thought and soared into the skies, looking for his next target.

…

Rising Ash City.

If Ashen Ice City was the main frontier of the Real Plane, then this was the equivalent for the Fiends. They stood on opposing ends of the Holy World, and both were just as grand and imposing.

However, at this moment, there was a solemn air in their central region.

If the twins of the Fey Race were the heads of the humans, then the pair of Ice and Dark Fiends at the helm of the large table that could seat 50 were the heads of this half of the Holy World.

The Dark Fiend, Morven.

The Ice Fiend, Dracon.

These two had had many battles with the twins, most of which they were on the losing ends of. In fact, even that wasn't doing it justice.

It could be said that if not for the stalemate, they would have been wiped out long ago.

Anyone who was familiar with the politics of their world knew that any stalemates like this were far more due to hidden interests and political chess than it was about raw power and strength.

But right now, getting the reports they were getting… could it be that the Real Plane had grown tired of this stalemate? Were they trying to end things?

"Should we send word back? We can't afford to lose this Holy World."

Someone finally spoke up solemnly.

It would have been fine if the Real Plane sent out an army, but according to the reports, it was just a single person. That was too ridiculous.

If there was an army, it would just be that they had been caught off guard and they could still recover. But the context of it being just a single person who could seemingly ignore even formations designed to protect cities from entire armies… 𝑓𝓻ℯ𝑒𝑤𝘦𝑏𝑛ℴ𝓋ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝓸𝓂

That was far too much to take in.

"I think we should. If we let things continue like this, we will lose everything."

With the first person speaking, the floodgates opened and waves of agreements came.

Morven and Dracon watched this without a word, but though their brows were pinched in solemnity, they had a rare calmness about them nonetheless.

There was a good reason they couldn't lose this Holy World. Much like the Luminara, they took this world as their backyard. They were part of the weaker branches of the Ice and Dark Fiend Race, only having Sovereign Qi. Unless it was a world like this one, how could they hold it?

But calling for help would also lead to its own variables. The price would be heavy.

It was clear that even though this seemed to be a war for survival, both sides were far more interested in gathering benefits… and maybe that was because both also knew that it would be impossible to stop this carnage any time soon, maybe not in any one of their lifetimes. The odds that the genius that would be strong enough to end all of this hadn't been born yet, and wouldn't be born for several generations more, were far too high.

In that case, why would they all sacrifice themselves and be selfless in the face of something they wouldn't have to suffer personally? Might as well line their pockets.

"That's enough," Dracon said lightly. His voice was gentle, but it carried an icy chill. His eyeballs were like two clear, polished balls of transparent ice, his hair looking like free-flowing frost rather than actual ice. "You've all missed something very important. This man is alone."

Everyone frowned. What did that mean? Wasn't that precisely why they were all worried? If not for this, how could they care? They were Fiends, when had they ever feared battle?

Dracon shook his head, and at that moment, Morven seemed to understand something as well, though a step late.

It could be said that part of the reason the two had managed to resist the twins for so long was precisely because their intelligence was so high. They grasped the crux of something that the others let fly over their heads.

The more they thought about it, the more the two relaxed.

"Think about it," Dracon said lightly. "Why would the Real Plane send a genius of this caliber here? Why would such a genius be acting alone? And what did the reports say again…

"That he was human, no?"

A realization hit them all at once.

"It's as clear as day. This man has likely been sent here as a method of suppression. He's acting alone because he has no choice to, and in all likelihood, he's already in defiance of the orders of those annoying twins.

"This is something that we can use to our advantage.

"I wonder how those twins would react to this? Or more importantly than that, how would their overseeing Dao Gods react to this information? I'm sure whoever sent him here to be suppressed would have quite a few words to say…"

A sinister glint flashed in their eyes.

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