It had to be said that this monarch was an eccentric king who was absolutely confident in his own strength. He would not hide anything from his enemies, which were many other armies on the continent. To put it simply, he said, "Bring it on."
He did not care about the composition of his army, nor did he care about the so-called internal conflicts. He only believed in himself.
This was a man that people respected from the bottom of their hearts. Many could not help but sigh that they had not reached Sakamento's level of spirit. Or rather, he would not take such a path.
Once again, they passed through a large area of no man's land. Apart from the biting cold wind, they could not feel anything else. Many slightly widened their eyes and saw a large black camp in front of them.
This was the army of the Eastern Continent's monarch.
They were in high spirits.
This was what many sensed about the stronghold in front of them. Almost all the soldiers did not slack off after losing the battle. Instead, they were astonishingly fanatical and aggressive.
They could even hear passionate recitations, as if they were loudly praising some kind of prayer. Needless to say, many knew that the "god" they believed in was in the center of the camp.
Nerios was completely silent. Ever since he approached this area, it was as if he had never appeared in many people's minds before disappearing without leaving any traces.
Even the traces of Krillin's Blade could not be detected.
This made many instinctively vigilant. He walked lightly, trying to walk around the camp and leave the Abyss Army. However, it turned out that he had overestimated his ability to hide.
Or perhaps, he did not understand why Creedill was the one who had gone the furthest in the pursuit of power.
It was late at night, and the moonlight couldn't penetrate the clouds. The pure white snow didn't shine as brightly as it did on a sunny day. The surroundings were very dark, but as they walked, they suddenly realized that something was wrong.
There was almost no movement within a few hundred meters. Suddenly, even the sound of the wind seemed to be blocked.
There was no frightening power, no blinding light, not even a movement. When many people suddenly raised their heads, there was already a figure in front of them.
What would come would come. Many clearly knew this. That was why they came here without hesitation. They did not want to kill their opponents, but to find the answer.
A 'guest' appeared out of thin air in the vast snow-covered land.
Creedill.
Many had never seen this legendary former patriarch of the Black Dragons before. They had never seen this name in any history books. But when they looked at the person in front of them, this name appeared in their minds uncontrollably.
Not only this "name", but even his full name, "Cridile Ramosis Haimer", a tongue-twister, filled his mind.
Surprisingly, Creedill was not wearing the black robe that they had imagined. Instead, he was wearing a dazzling white robe. His black hair was slightly gray, and his face was 80% similar to Nairíos', but he looked more experienced. There were not many wrinkles on his face, but it seemed that he was engraved with history that was difficult to write down. He stood with his hands clasped behind his back, giving off an indescribable sense of heaviness.
He had a strange feeling. Just by looking at him, his gaze kept shifting to the side uncontrollably, as if he couldn't look at him directly. He forced himself to look into his opponent's eyes, but he couldn't see any excess emotions in those black eyes.
It was a pair of calm eyes, but many felt that there was an imperceptible danger in them.
The final battle had come ahead of time?
Many could not help but have a trace of doubt in their hearts. But then they realized that the Creedill in front of them did not seem to be his real body. His body had a faint feeling of ethereality. Perhaps this was a projection?
"Finally, we still meet."
The moment Creedill opened his mouth to speak, many felt their hearts skip a beat. It was familiar, very familiar, but they had no impression of why it was so familiar!
The words of the former leader of the black dragons had a sense of destiny. However, there weren't any unnecessary emotions mixed in. There was no sense of hatred as an enemy, nor was there any sense of pride as a black dragon. Instead, it felt as if one was listening to a voice that came from the distant skies. It was somewhat ethereal.
Many looked in front of him in silence, knowing that this might be what he had predicted would happen. He did not attempt to attack. Instead, he stopped in his tracks and did not say another word.
Creedill did not have any intention to attack either. He just looked at them quietly, as if he was thinking about something. The surroundings became quieter and quieter. Many's senses began to become blank. This feeling was similar to the pure white domain in the snow mountain, as if there was no boundary between heaven and earth.
Then Creedill's figure disappeared, but many knew that he did not go far.
"You are curious why I did not attack you."
This was not a question. The voice that came from the surroundings made many frown.
"I can't defeat you."
Many answered honestly. This kind of words would seem very stupid in a normal battle, but he did not think that there was anything wrong with the current situation.
"This is not what a Black Dragon should do. Even if you know that there is an Abyss in front of you, you should not hesitate to hug it."
Creedill's voice was still as calm as an ancient well. Many were surprised that he could speak so much.
"You have already taken that step."
Along with Creedill's words, many felt the scene around them suddenly change. It was like a video recording of the strange ceremony that they had performed under Nairíos's command before they left the Abyss.
The thirteen maids stood in their corresponding positions, motionless. The scene of blood dripping into the magic formation on the ground seemed to be frozen.
He could vaguely understand the meaning of Cridill's words, but he still looked up at the sky with a tense expression.
Suddenly, the figure in the white robe appeared on top of many heads, looking down at him from above.
It was truly looking down at them.
Many felt that the pressure was like a huge bell that shrouded them in darkness. Looking up, he saw the figure slashing down from the sky with his palm.
This palm, the robe on his arm fluttered in the wind, but he could not see any killing intent. In fact, many did not even feel that he was about to be attacked.
But he still instinctively raised his arms and condensed an invisible shield made of the power of the rule in front of him in an attempt to block —
"Crack!"
With an unimaginable explosion, many bodies abruptly changed from standing to kneeling. Their bodies uncontrollably lowered to the ground, and even the ground they were standing on seemed to have caved in by more than half a meter!
The attack came without any warning, but it was very powerful.
Many's raised arms instantly felt a pain as if they were about to break. The power that was like a meteorite crashing into his face filled his mind with only one thought: I can't take it!
The so-called shield made of the power of the rule was completely a decoration. Under this attack, Many's body was abnormally small. But it was obvious that Creedill did not have the intention to kill him. This palm was simple and slow, but it completely defeated Many!
There was no time to counterattack. Before Many could even stand up, Creedill had already appeared three meters in front of him. He raised his palm and aimed at Many. The next moment, the pure white cannon suddenly rose up behind him.
The air seemed to be compressed, and many felt as if they had been hit by a train. Then, their bodies were sent flying backward!
All the thoughts in his mind to resist were completely reduced to ashes by this strike. His body had only flown three to four meters before it was frozen in the air by another force.
"Do you know the difference between us now?"