Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

1326 Fool

News of what had happened returned to the ears of Rogryll and the other Faction Heads. They didn't quite believe it, but they knew how much the Dream Asura Race hated Ryu currently. If it wasn't so important, these elders might have even favored not to say anything.

"Why didn't you ask him to stay?" Mae's uncle, larhorn, spoke in Rogryll's stead.

The Soul Body Faction elder smiled bitterly, not sure if he should say it. Ryu's arrogance seemed to make quite a lot of sense now. Even ordinary alchemists were so arrogant, let alone a genius of his caliber. However, no matter how arrogant he was, it was too difficult to repeat his words.

"Speak." Rogryll suddenly commanded.

The Soul Body Faction elder realized that there was simply no escaping this matter. Since Rogryll had laid down a command, he didn't dare to disobey. He didn't have as much conviction as Ryu, and he didn't want to lose his life.

"He..." The elder shook his head helplessly. "After I saw the situation, I swallowed my pride and tried to mediate. I knew that both he and Mae were too important now. But he said... he said..."

"Speak." Rogryll said more forcefully, his temper threatening to flare up.

"He said... He said to: "Tell that dogshit Patriarch to come and speak to me himself. If he has the wealth to compensate for 1 203 389 Runed Pills and the psychological damage both I and my wife have experienced in the last few days, we can talk about how the Dream Asura Race will apologize to me and whether or not I'll care to forgive."

The elder began to cough violently after he had said these words. It felt like it had taken all the strength in his body to speak these words, a weight on his chest pressing down firmer and firmer. And that was because Rogryll, though expressionless, was radiating a dangerous aura that caused even the wind to shudder.

If Ryu just wanted to be compensated, that might still be fine. But he actually spoke about this sort of compensation as though it was just the first step toward gaining his approval.

As though that wasn't bad enough, Ryu didn't state the level of the pill, he directly mentioned their rank as a Runed Pill.

Logically speaking, a sub-Sky God level pill, no matter how high level, whether it had 100% purity or not, whether it had complete Runes or not, would always be less valuable than a Sky God level pill. However, in practice... it was hard to say. In fact, Ryu's pills might auction off for more than even the strongest Omniscient God Pill the Dream Asura Race had.

That was because Runed Pills were simply too rare. They didn't have value just for their uses, but also their study value to other alchemists, not to mention the honor they could bring.

Even if one focused on just their uses, imagine a Clan had a genius they absolutely had to nurture, an absolute prodigy that would become the greatest pillar of their family in the future. What would a Runed Pill be worth to such a genius?

They obviously wouldn't be able to take Sky God level pills, but what if such a Runed Pill could build their foundation and make their progression to the Sky God Realms even smoother? What would this pill be worth?

It was simply impossible to calculate.

The fact that Ryu had formed a million plus at once made it sound worthless and the matters of supply and demand would kick in, but the fact that he had courageously emphasized Runed Pill meant that Ryu had no intention of lowering the price just because of his own skill.

What a joke, he was supposed to lower the price just because he was too good?

Before Rogryll could even say anything more, another rushed in and spoke in hurried, panting breaths.

"Patriarch! Faction Leaders! They've left through the teleportation platforms along with the other garba-frontline vanguard units!"

The expressions of Rogryll's brother and the other two Faction Leaders changed once again. This Ryu wasn't all talk, he truly didn't give a damn.

They hadn't even given the order to go yet, that was because the moment they stepped foot into the Nether Plane, the war would begin. Ryu hadn't only slapped their faces, he moved up their timeline and blew the war horns before they were even prepared.

Was he just ignorant? Or did he really not care?

Rogryll stood up, his gaze practically spewing fire. He had truly never been so enraged in his life.

**

The garbage units were entirely caught off guard. They had been nervously waiting in one moment, their hearts in their throats. But in the next moment, Ryu had forcefully activated their teleportation formations.

The only words he had said was that he didn't like to command and he didn't have any time to waste.

The garbage units outside of Ryu's own were suddenly in despair. What did his unruly nature have to do with them?

Although the elders made an effort to not call them garbage units to their face, they knew exactly what they were. They were already destined to die even if they were prepared, but what about now? How would they even survive?

Before they could even hopelessness further, many began to cough and wheeze. The air of the Nether Realm was heavy.

Up in the skies above, clouds of violet and dark green passed by, three blood red moons hanging high, but it didn't seem as though it was night time yet.

Up ahead, a city with black steel walls stood. Its gates were still wide open and some tourists and businessmen were still trying to get into the city. They had never expected for armies of millions to so suddenly appear.

There were main powers of the Nether Realm and this was one of the fringe cities of their weakest. They were ruled by the Lizard Demon Race.

"What an absolute fool," Ryu said coldly.

This father-in-law of his was absolutely infuriating.

Ryu waved a hand and suddenly a sparkling butterfly with wings patterned with swirling runes of radiant white and sky blue appeared. Its wings spanned five meters, and though it was small for such a beast, its aura was undeniable...

False Sky God Realm!

Ryu took Mae's hand and stepped onto Little Silk's back, rising above his troops.