Chapter 1522 Do you want a chance to redeem yourself?
"ATTACCKKK!!!"
The Serpenthri raised her hand and ordered.
"YYYEAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!!" And the real War started.
This time, it wasn't just a minor War where all the higher-ups stayed behind and waited for the leaders to come up with some sort of conclusion.
It was a war in which even the Leaders were involved.
Auras after Auras were released and clashed together, destroyed the world to an unrecognizable state, it had turned into the battlefield where beings below Saint Stage couldn't even stay conscious let alone participate in the War.
Heck, even staying alive and not getting crushed by the released Aura was an achievement for an average cultivation.
Life's value continued to drop at a significant rate.
One after another, beings continued to die.
Within just an hour, around a hundred Ultimate Stage Powerhouses had already passed away.
Blood flowed like a river.
Vyriana observed the battle with a neutral look on her face.
Beings in this region of the universe were all giants, even the shortest being here was around 4 meters tall, as they ran and fought against each other, the world continued to tremble.
In this case, however, size didn't relate to strength.
When compared to Yrniel, sure, these beings were significantly stronger.
However, Yrniel's strength didn't come from the beings living in Yrniel.
It came from the Order, where the Elites gathered.
And compared to those elites… these beings were weak.
Once again, Vyriana confirmed her guesses.
The so-called Association and the faction that is formed in this Association, it is nothing but a third-class independent organization that was created after many Lowest Level worlds came together.
This conclusion was further strengthened by how these so-called Faction Forces were created.
Nyssara's faction didn't just have Serpenthris in them, there were even some Hornaris and Equarion, there were also multiple beings who had entirely different features, indicating that they belonged to some other races as well.
Combined, there were around 50 to 60 different races here and Vyriana had never heard of a world that was capable of giving birth to 50 different races.
Heck, most worlds usually have either one or two races, worlds like Yrniel which have 7 in total, were one of the rare ones.
It is also one of the reasons why Yrniel is so sought after by different worlds and the otherworlders of their region constantly keep an eye on it in order to try and devour it.
Anyways, back to these beings, in one glance alone, Vyriana could tell that living in the corner of the universe, they failed to recognize their limitations and never tried to improve further.
Whether it was techniques, abilities, or intent, they lacked everything.
Barely any individual here had formed their Laws, and those who did had formed Laws that had basically no resistance from the universe and were simply too weak to make any difference.
Even the so-called Leaders like Nyssara, Zarathor, and Azhural were no exception.
Honestly, looking at them, Vyriana couldn't help but pity them.
Even compared to the Divine army of the Order, they were already very weak, as for what they are supposed to face right now… These people should simply kneel down and surrender.
Vyriana had seen it with her own eyes, she had observed those monsters when they were barely Great Sages, she had seen them grow into the monsters they are today.
Vyriana didn't lie when she said that Nux's women were stronger than her previous subordinates, that was indeed the truth, on average, Nux's women were far stronger than most of the Divines in the Order.
Just take one instance for an example, before, in the whole order, excluding the Vampire Progenitor, there were only two beings who had comprehended an Absolute Law, they were Vyriana and Aeliana, no other being had ever come close to them in that regard.
And now… two more Absolute Law bearers emerged from Nux's wives, heck, even one of the two Original Absolute Law bearers of Yrniel was on Nux's side as his wife and it wasn't just the Absolute Law bearers, the rest of the women weren't weak either.
They were monsters in their own right and had complicated Laws so absurd that one would keep them on a level similar to the Absolutes.
These people… to face such monsters when they were completely oblivious to the outside world…
Why wouldn't anyone pity them? Honestly, the only good thing that Vyriana found was that none of the beings here were incomplete cultivators.
Maybe they didn't have the concept of Incomplete Cultivation instilled in them, which may initially seem like a good thing but as time passed and their Bloodline weakened, getting stronger would get more and more difficult for them and eventually, they might perish.
Of course, none of that mattered right now.
In order to 'join' Vyriana, Nyssara continued to attack without the care of her subordinates, who were constantly losing their lives.
Nyssara was no saint; rather, she was a selfish being who not only wanted to survive but also wanted to take Zarathor's position, join Vyriana, and rule over the Association.
She wanted to be below one and above all.
Blinded by that, she continued to fight.
Sure, battling both Zarathor and Azhural at the same time was difficult, but she wasn't alone, rather, she had 1000 more soldiers, and using those numbers to her advantage, she held on.
No, she didn't just hold on, she was winning.
She was pushing Zarathor and Azhural back.
As more and more time passed, Zarathor's expression got grimmer and grimmer.
The problem wasn't the Serpenthri in front of him, even in this situation, if he used his trump card and gave it all, he knew he could get out of this situation.
But…
The real problem was that woman hovering above them.
The power she displayed… in no world could Zarathor imagine defeating her, even if he fought together with his elitest force.
"Hmm?" Vyriana, who noticed Zarathor's gaze, smiled, "What is it? Are you finding yourself in a difficult situation? Do you want a chance to redeem yourself?" The Dragon asked the question and in an instant, Zarathor's expression changed.