Strongest Grimoire Of The Gods

Chapter 141: Mysterious

The explosion propelled hundreds nearby into the air. It caught the attention of almost every fighter on that field.

Hundreds of Black Merchant Guild members stopped fighting as they understood that their leaders had just been severely attacked, and possibly killed.

Seeing their comrades throughout the battlefield lower their weapons, other black slugs felt their morale leave them--despite not knowing why.

They also lowered their weapons in confusion and concern.

Slowly, Tyr floated back down from the sky.

And at the same time, Hanzo walked over to the aftermath of the explosion.

Most Zasean natives and Black Merchant Guild members also stopped fighting and neared, imagining the battle to have finally stopped.

As they came to the explosion spot, they beheld a fearsome sight.

Hanzo stood above the fairly large crater, looking down with disgust at the ashes of what their enemies once were. Above him, as though a perfect cinematic shot, Tyr floated down with the same look in his eyes.

The scene was mesmerizing, envigorating the Zasean side with morale while sucking away all aspirations that the black guild ever had.

At that moment, when the tides felt to have turned, Reana's camera did not stop recording. It captured this moment flawlessly.

Before tension settled down, however, heads began to turn once again.

Hanzo and Tyr both furrowed their brows as they saw a black concentrate begin to swirl around the massive cavity before them.

Murmurs began to spread like wildfire, reaching every one of the soldiers on that field.

Finally, as Tyr landed on the ground beside Hanzo, a figure materialized in the center of the crater.

He was fully robed in plain brown robes. He was tall, likely close to 6'1. ft in height.

As he summoned, many looked on with awe and confusion.

However, Tyr instantly noticed that something was off.

'He... is superior.' Tyr thought to himself, feeling a strip of doom in the millions of strips creating the universe around him. In the state that Tyr was in right now, his senses were evolved many fold--able to sense the very fabrics of reality.

At least, thats what it felt like.

"Why do you insist on picking on the weak..." The robed figure's deep voice came, sending waves of confused murmurs throughout.

The figure slowly turned, "Fight..." He commanded.

A slight silence ensued for a moment. Right afterward, every single black slug turned--nearly in sync--and attacked their Zasean counterparts.

The bloody sounds of cleaved body parts littered their air at once.

Tyr's eyelids raised, 'A perfectly coordinated attack.' His mind began to race slightly, 'Were we meant to kill those two, so that this figure could come and do this attack? Did he plan everything? No... it must be his power.'

"You're right." The figure spoke at that moment, taking his hood off.

Tyr furrowed his brows on hearing those words. 'So he can read my mind...'

"Yes, I can." The figure spoke again. His face was covered in stitches and scars. However, it had a normal and innocent look to it at the same time.

He looked to be a man in his forties, with a clean-shaven face and slightly long white hair.

Slowly, he placed one hand on his face before saying: "A lizard... a snake... no, a rat?" The man began to say under his breath.

Right now, the fight from before was raging on, while Tyr, Hanzo, and the others, and this mysterious figure were concentrating on themselves.

Tyr remained silent, the others doing the same.

"A frog! Thats it... you see, Tyr, you are a frog in a well. You may think you know what the world looks like by staring at that beautiful blue sky above you, but you will truly never understand it. All you are doing is picking on the weak."

Tyr squinted his eyes.

The figure continued, "I left my strongest officers to deal with you... but Tyr, you are simply too strong for them. And of course, I predicted this. I predicted that Maximillus would lose to you and that it would most likely be due to your Ancestral Awakening... meaning, you would travel to your Ancestral Sanctuary."

He turned, shaking his head in disapproval, "But... never did I expect for you to kill him. Kill Maximillius of all people? Even I can not perform that feat. Do you know why? Because even though in the real world he is useless, it is only in the real world where he is immortal."

Tyr was slightly taken aback by this seemingly contradicting statement.

The man continued: "And even though in his own mind he is the most powerful... he is only vulnerable there truly. The only way to kill him is to overwhelm the master of overwhelming minds and infinite power within his own mind... so that means, the Ancestral Sanctuary you visited must have been quite something."

The man finally stopped, staring right at Tyr, "Tell me, who did you meet?"

Tyr didn't say a word. However, the white-haired man quickly replied before could speak:

"No need... I know you saw no one." The man sighed, "I am the God of information in this world, after all. There is nothing I do not know... including how you die today."

A blast of killing ruthless intent exploded out from the man at that moment.

On feeling its effects, Malon felt his heart shudder with pain and shock. At once, a powerful force drove into his shoulders.

However, he enlarged his shield and placed it in front of him. With a smirk, he exhaled.

'My shield can repel all types of killing intent...' He thought to himself.

Noa wasn't quite as lucky. As she felt her limbs nearly give way, she was forced to quickly hide behind Malon's aegis.

Hanzo gritted his teeth through the pressure, while Tyr on the other hand felt absolutely nothing.

The killing intent bounced right off of his golden aura as if it were repelled by a magnet.

He simply raised his chin with a condescending look on his face.

On seeing this, the man below lowered his chin with a disdainful expression, 'He thinks he is better than me... yet I have already seen his death.'

The man turned, waving his hand over the ashes on the ground.

In mere seconds, the ashes turned from black to pink and red.

They floated into the air, turning into streams of blood, blocks of bone, and sheets of flesh--before combining together to reform Camadral and Enhanced as if they hadn't even been touched.

Finally, the two opened their eyes...