Grand Ancestral Bloodlines

Chapter 1883  Terrible Odds

"You can stop touching me now, you sick bastard. Do I look like I swing that way?" Tyroth said with a fierce grin as though he might start fighting Thaldorin any moment now.

Thaldorin pulled his hand back with an indifferent expression.

Looking at the interaction between these two, it was clear to anyone that they did truly hate one another. And yet, they had easily worked together for the sake of dealing a death blow to the Real Plane.

"Secure the perimeter," Tyroth's voice thundered.

There were more Dao Gods on the side of the Real Plane, but the issue was that both Thaldorin and Tyroth were Middle Dao Gods, while the only Middle Dao God of the Real Plane had just died a tragic death.

Well… the sad part about the death of a Dao God was that even after their death had already been confirmed, they could still linger on. Their vitality was so strong that even after the Heavens themselves mourned, they were still capable of carrying on.

So down below, laying on the ground as her precious God Blood leaked, White Gem could only stare into the skies in wonder.

Never did she think that this would happen. The Fiends had never gone so far for such a meaningless Holy World. If it had been as important as a Lord Holy World, she might understand. But to lose her life over a Perfect Holy World…

She was unwilling.

Resentment filled the air and it seemed to boil over. In her fury, several of the existences that she had just been protecting directly died.

She didn't seem to care about anything else any longer, and she ended up massacring dozens in her final fury.

Since she couldn't live, why did she have to care about anything else?

She vented and vented again, her last remaining stores of God power practically obliterating what remained of the Real Plane's party. Even the Lower Dao Gods were heavily injured by her tirade. The gap between the Dao God grades was so vast that even the death throes of a sub-realm above were enough to leave them in such a state.

Thaldorin and Tyroth watched all of this completely indifferently. Maybe if it was the case that they were in her shoes, they would react just the same. But they wouldn't be showing sympathy just because of something like that.

What White Gem didn't know was that this Holy World was far more important than she knew, it had always been. There was a reason Ryu had thought that question…

How were the Shrines of this world created? And where were they, exactly?

Obviously, the Chaos Plane powers knew how important this place was, and they had acted accordingly.

Now, they stood no chance at all.

Iam nodded in silence in a hidden void where no one could seem to sense him. Things had gone about as well as they expected. Now, there was only a single path forward.

Kill everyone.

The Lower Dao Gods were already heavily injured by White Gem's infuriating last song. In the end, they were crushed by the weight of two Middle Dao Gods. Even the Ruin Masters weren't spared in the slightest.

The entirety of the Real Plane's party was wiped out, and all anyone on their side knew was that it was only a Perfect Grade Holy World.

The entire region was locked down and the world was forced into an eerie sort of silence.

In the far-off distance, Lu'card and Ianjor felt a chill.

"We need to move. This is still too close," Ianjor said.

Lu'card didn't reply, but he complied. They really didn't know how Ryu was going to get out of this. Being surrounded by the two Planes would have at least given him a chance to sow some discord. In fact, if he managed to claim the Holy World for himself, the Real Plane Gods might have even protected him. Though, only for a short moment before they could bring him back to dissect.

After all, clearing two Holy Worlds in not even a week was not normal. They might even start to reassess just how good the Mysteries of Heaven and Earth Pupils were.

But now… even the two of them, who had seen Ryu accomplish all sorts of shocking tasks, didn't believe that it would be possible this time around. Was there really any other path outside of death?

There was no way out, Ailsa was still trapped in her own Holy World war, and Ryu's strongest trump card was a butterfly that was about to hatch from its cocoon and a pair of friends and a dragon that had just run away with their tails tucked between their legs.

The potential outcomes seemed bleak.

…

Ryu didn't know anything about what was going on in the outside world, but even if he did, there really wasn't much that he could do about it… Plus, he had already guessed much of this the moment he had the thought about Shrines.

He knew that his wife couldn't possibly be tied down by the likes of the people in this world. She was his Life Partner, and if she managed to make it to Dao Godhood, that meant that she had also reached a level of strength that could put others to shame.

The only way for her to be tied down was by an organization that couldn't be explained simply, and this Ruin Master Guild fit the bill. It was no coincidence that the mission she gave him was related to them. This explained everything.

In that case, it was his duty as a husband to fix everything. Since his little wife had gotten into trouble, there was only one thing left to do…

Mow down everyone that stood in her way.

Even he didn't dare to scold his wife, how dare anyone else do so? Let alone keep her trapped where she couldn't move freely? n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

They deserved death.

Ryu's eyes flashed open and a world-ending aura shuddered from him.

He had found it.

"This Shrine… I'll be taking it."