The man-woman’s face twisted in anger. “It’s clear that you don’t know what’s good for you!”
Even if some people made fun of her appearance behind her back, and some of the bolder ones did so to her face, no one had ever dared to disregard her so easily. Regardless of her looks, she was still an Empress, still the young mistress of the Amazonian Clan, and still a central piece of the younger generation of a quadrant ranked 17th, Princess Diana.
Her spatial ring flashed, causing a blazing red bow to appear, spanning more than two meters in length.
Almost as if her action was a signal, the other geniuses began to move, pulling out their own respective weapons while remaining cautious.
Some of those who knew they would be nothing more than canon fodder decided not to participate, instead much more willing to record the proceedings. At least that way, they would make up for not being able to take part in the spoils. It was certain that the Sapientia News Network would pay an arm and a leg for a story surrounding so many geniuses fighting. Especially since there had already been a major death!
Masako was only a Queen level character, but just how many Kings could one expect to be on the saint floors? At most, a few thousand among the billions. Better yet, there might be an even more tragic death to come soon. Although they didn’t know what title Dyon held, it couldn’t be low, right?
“Don’t worry about his teleportation,” Aki called out, looking at Dyon with disdain. “I wasn’t prepared before, but now I’ve locked down the immediate space.”
Hearing these words, a major worry of the geniuses disappeared. With the space locked down, Dyon’s effectiveness would take a massive hit. Unfortunately, they wouldn’t get too long to bask in this comfort because Dyon had decided to attack first.
His arms raised into the air, orchestrating the movement of the silver plaques. And then, his assault began.
Spear after spear flew outward, bombarding the geniuses and forcing them into defensive positions.
Diana sneered. “I’ve got your cover!” Brilliant, flaming red armor covered her body as she pulled back on her bow. Energies, as though guided by her fingers, began to swirl to life, following the path of her pull and appearing in the form of an arrow. “First form, [Meteor Rain]!”
Diana’s arm cocked back, raising the bow into the skies and unleashing hundreds of translucent arrows of energy.
The arrows seemed to have a mind of their own, separating into concentrated streams of about a dozen and slamming into Dyon’s spears.
Cullen shot forward, drawing his twin moon sabers and cutting a path forward. Amory followed close behind, roaring into the skies and causing his already exposed torso to erupt with red dragon scales.
Dyon’s expression didn’t change. He already knew that the Clyanne Giant clan had thin dragon blood in their veins. It was no surprise that Amory could invoke some of it to boost his power.
His eyes quickly calculated the happening as his enemies reached closer. It seemed that Gin was taking a back seat along with Aki, likely waiting for an opportune time to implement his time will to the utmost effectiveness. It was important to keep an eye on them, but he could set them aside for now. As for the rest of the geniuses, Chanzui had yet to make a move, Cullen, Amory and about a dozen or so subordinate Kings were charging forward, and Diana was covering for them with her arrows.
Dyon’s Perception swept through, immediately gauging who had intent to attack and who didn’t, before unceremoniously ignoring those only here to spectate.
A template of the battlefield appeared in his mind, calculating at inhuman speeds as his silver plaques continued to levitate in the air.
‘I have a limited number of these plaques. Only about ten thousand silver plaques and only ten hidden red plaques. Considering the distribution of the plaques, they won’t last for longer than half an hour at the most, I need to finish this within that time frame. First… Diana.’
Dyon knew that if he didn’t deal with Diana, he wouldn’t be able to pick off the Kings, and in a battle of attrition, he would definitely lose.
Cullen reached Dyon’s position, swinging his moon saber at his head. “[Half Moon Slash]!”
Dyon’s hand flicked outward, bringing ten silver plaques to smash into his hand.
Ten blinding defensive arrays appeared between Dyon and Cullen.
BOOM!
The blade collided with the first, tearing through it as easily as paper. There was no way a defensive array would be able to stop a full force strike from an Emperor. But, Dyon didn’t need to stop him, he only needed to slow him down.
Dyon lightly leaped backward, narrowly dodging the swing of the saber even as his fingers flicked to send a spear toward Cullen.
Unfortunately, Diana was ready. An arrow had already appeared between Cullen and Dyon’s attack, thwarting it completely.
In that moment, Dyon faced attacks from all sides. Cullen had already begun swinging his second blade, Amory had reached Dyon’s range and had sent a roaring fist coated in deadly intent toward him, all while a dozen or so others had cut off Dyon’s escape routes.
Diana relaxed into a sneer. Facing so many attacks at once, even those three Gods would have to take it seriously, let alone this masked fool.
But, that was when something they hadn’t expected to happen, happened…. Dyon’s palm waved, bringing yet another plaque toward himself, then… disappeared.