Dyon frowned as he looked at King Belmont. 'What's wrong with him?'

He knew that something was off, but he had no idea what it was. He could only ask the twins to see if they knew.

"It seems like a curse." Little Yang responded.

"A curse?" Dyon's frown deepened.

"Magic was just one of the disciplines that came about studying the meridians. There are an equal number of symbols that hurt and help humans that can be found within them.

"The Magic Masters were created to reflect the positive, but the Poison Masters were created to reflect the negative." Little Yin continued where her brother left off.

"To the laymen, poison is just a gas or liquid that caused ill effects to the human body. But, the truth is that the poison master discipline is far more complex than that..."

Dyon fell into his thoughts. Poison Masters were propped up to be one of the seven lauded secondary professions. He had always though that there was a reason for it, but he had never had the time to explore said reasons. It seemed that he was right

With a single step, Dyon made his way to King Belmont. Before he could react, he sent a palm to his forehead, causing him to lose consciousness. This time, it was far easier than when he had to do this for Head Tudo. After all, King Belmont was much weaker.

Still It was too easy It was clear that something was eating up King Belmont's battle prowess. Even for Dyon, sealing someone's consciousness when they didn't want it should have been far more difficult.

Dyon caught King Belmont's body before it could slump forward. "There's something I have no true expertise in ailing him. Let him rest for now There are more pressing matters to deal with."

If what the twins were telling him was true, he didn't know if he could help King Belmont in a short period of time.

Within the human body, there were 108 meridians. These 108 represented what they called 'Cores' in Magic and Poison mastery. Essentially, the skill of a Magic or Poison Master was decided by how many cores they could control, and how many variations hidden within these cores that they understood.

It wasn't always better to wield more cores, but it also was a bad thing either. Like all things, there was a balance.

To make the complex simple, while there were only 108 meridians in the human body, there were several folds more connections between them.

During the meridian formation stage, what cultivators "cleared" were the main paths. However, there were several minor paths that had been studied for epochs. These minor paths held deeper meanings within them that could be translated into Magic Circles or Poison Runes.

What one would classify as a 'poison' in the martial world were simply plants or minerals that contained a higher ratio of these curse or poison patterns in comparison to magic patterns. It was as simple as that.

The real question was what this had to do with Bai family.

Dyon had wondered years ago how a supposedly small family like the Bais could become a rival of the Daiyu. Considering the arrogance of dragons, even though their bloodlines were sealed, they wouldn't waste their time on just any family.

Even more curiously was Meiying's Feng Shui Compass will.

This will was categorized differently from others because there was an exceptionally finite number of individuals who could use it at a given time. This was because the will the universe supplied to it was also finite due to the small number of people who practiced and acknowledged it.

To make a long story short, the only way Meiying could have gained such a will was by killing someone who wielded it before her Either that, or someone who was close to her died before passing it on.

The importance of wills like this couldn't be understated. Not only were they incredibly rare, they were also incredibly powerful, even rivaling supreme laws in some cases. One had to remember that the reason the Daiyu almost forced Meiying into marriage was because of her will! She was somehow able to accomplish things only True Empaths could with it

The more Dyon thought about, the more he wanted to find out just what was going on with the Holy Land of Bais. He understood why the elves decided against coming with him But why had Meiying?...

Head Sicarius took King Belmont's unconscious body in his arms, looking toward Dyon with a complicated gaze.

"Can you take me to the Daiyu?" Dyon asked. He felt like they would know more about the Bai. After all, they were their sworn enemies, no?

The few thousand remaining members of the Daiyu were still chained in the Belmont Castle dungeon along with Vidar Ragnor. While Dyon forgave Thor, he had never forgiven the rest of them. So, after Chenglei and the rest of the Daiyu finished their trials, they returned to Earth to be imprisoned. Of course they might have wanted to disobey, but their souls were simply too weak in comparison to Dyon.

Just as Head Sicarius was about to nod, the sound of horns blaring shook the castle, causing dust and debris to fall from the already cracking ceiling.

While everyone else's expression paled, Dyon's eyes flashed with a sinister light.

"I swore I would destroy the Aumens two decades ago, it seems like today is the day."

His body erupted with a majesty that wiped the fear from their hearts. They could still remember the day Dyon awoke with his coma He had promised to take care of Uidah and that was exactly what he did. Was he about to single-handedly save them again?

Dyon stood in the air with his normal relaxed expression. His bare feet dangled freely while his hands sat relaxed within the pockets of his sweatpants. Compared to the nervous energy of the army to the back of him, it looked more like he was taking a stroll at the park.

Since the horns blared, Dyon had already told them more than once to relax, to allow him to deal with everything, but they were still wound up as tight as could be.

That said, the armies were separated cleanly and actually showed some semblance of tactics. The elves had divided their sub-armies into their various family structures, providing support of the elements. The Sicarius royal guards took the vanguard, led by Head Sicarius and Arios' elder brother. All while the other families were reasonably dispersed among them.

After Dyon learned that his fanboy, Airic Sapientia, had written more than a dozen books breaking down his battle formations and tactics, he understood the reason for this change.

He couldn't help but chuckle to himself. Airic Sapientia was a young man he met during his very first campaign. He fell in love with Dyon's warfare and was convinced that this was the only way war should be fought. So, despite the Sapientia taking a neutral approach to all wars like this, he had been quite helpful to the effort in other ways.

Thinking to this point, Dyon couldn't help but wonder where the Sapientia were now. He hadn't seen or sensed any of them, which was odd considering the range of his divine sense.

'They probably moved to another planet to avoid the conflict.'

As Dyon was lost in thought, the beating of drums filled the atmosphere as the Mino camp arose with an intense momentum.

They stood on the other side of the natural moat with fierce expressions, exuding an aura of bloody, murderous intent.

Their appearances were quite sinister as well. Their frames were large, dwarfing Sarid in size. Many of them had large, black bull horns protruding from their large foreheads ranging in color from dense blacks to bright reds.

Judging by their armor, the Shruti family did more than just help them a little bit. They were even a step above the armors Clara created for the Demon Generals, glistening with silver sheens under the dim and clouded morning lights.

One man stood before the army of what looked like minotaurs holding a massive black halberd still flaking in blood from his last battle. It was obvious by the respect the warriors behind him showed that he was Head Mino, the clan leader of the Mino.

He towered over the rest of them and, quite frankly, Dyon was surprised by his demeanor. He would expect anyone else who saw a random boy standing in the skies without a single hint of armor or weapon to be confused. Yet, Head Mino pretended like Dyon wasn't even there, as though he was just yet another enemy he would cut down with his halberd.

The Mino made no move to advance, instead, the drums continued to beat as the Aumens came over the horizon.