The six fortresses Dyon built would allow him to advantage of the whole mountain range.

Dyon took a deep breath, positioning himself in a massive fortress he built to take on just a single opponent. His mind trained on the blood thirsty beast that was his target. Unlike his current beast companions, she was massive, stretching to over ten meters long.

If described in a few words, the beast could only be called a creature of the dark.

Massive bat-like wings that stretched from its wrists down the side of it back. A long, grotesque, lizard-like face. Scales of dark green and black coated its body, hiding the muscles that vibrated with vitality and strength.

This beast was nothing like those of this Region. It didn't have mixed DNA or severe deformities. In fact, Dyon knew exactly what this creature was.

It was the failed Dragon of history. A beast that was so close, yet so far from the mighty sovereigns of the skies.

The wyvern.

A roar shook the dark mountain range.

Dyon's fists gripped tightly as his stood with his eyes trained forward. He stood atop a wall more than a hundred meters tall, but he didn't feel secure in the least. This beast It was filled with an oppressive aura even Glorianice hadn't had.

This wasn't because the wyvern was stronger than Glorianice. This wasn't the case. If the two were to meet on the mortal plane, Glorianice would win 10 out of 10 times.

The issue was that this wasn't the mortal plane. Here, this beast would make a fool of Glorianice.

It wasn't just that it was powerful. It had a wild and unrestrained, savage aura that made Dyon's heart palpitate.

But, for some reason, there was a wide grin on Dyon's face. His boiling titan emperor blood shook awake. It was as though it realized that the King of the Chaos Era weren't these mere failed beasts, but was himself and only himself.

The sound of crashing trees reverberated through the forest. Dyon couldn't help but be stunned as he watched trees capable of not suffering a dent after suffering a blow from his billion jin body suddenly began to topple over.

Even though the wyvern couldn't fly, despite its wings, its leaping and gliding ability far surpassed that of the bronzed. Its wings were so sharp that it didn't bother to change directions and glided straight through the dense pack of trees.

The wyvern was in a crazed state. Its instincts told it that something good would be here, but it also told it that other beasts would be privy to this information as well. As such, it decided that it needed to be fast and tyrannical. It was on high alert for powerful beasts, but it was precisely because of this that it fell for Dyon's designs.

The reason wyverns could never reach the same height as Dragons was because although they shared the same lofty arrogance, they were too savage. Too often, the fell to the curse of becoming mindless beasts. As a result, comprehending the human path was nigh impossible for many of them. And, even more unfortunately, their intelligence wasn't very high.

Ace and King descended from the skies. As an arrogant wyvern, it could never have thought that something would have been above it. It didn't have time to react before the two bronzed swept downward, priming their sharp claws toward the wyvern's body.

Their target wasn't anything lofty. They didn't expect to use this attack to deal a fatal blow. Instead, they aimed toward the wyvern's most vulnerable point: its thin bat-like wings!

A sickening tearing sound tore through the dense forest as the wyvern's cry of pain scattered.

Violet blood fell like rain, drenching the cracked forest ground.

The wyvern tumbled from the skies, crashing through numerous trees and rolling.

The once sturdy ground cracked and crumbled under its weight and the sharp claws it used to slow its momentum.

Unfortunately for it, Dyon wasn't finished.

Flashes of red formations surrounded the wyvern. In its pained and enraged state, its mind was even more vulnerable than it was usually.

It fell into an endless hell.

Unlike the chieftain, the wyvern didn't feel fear, it only felt more rage.

Did this petty Hell seek to suppress it? These were its lofty, arrogant thoughts. It didn't realize that it had fallen into an illusion. It wanted to fight the hell head on instead of breaking out of it. But, this only helped Dyon further.

The Queen of the Bronzed and the Queen of the cobras rushed forward, completely fearless under Dyon's commands. With their simple minds, they didn't have even the regular emotions of beasts, even their feelings themselves were controlled by Dyon.

Dyon had already used this ability to make them ignore the energy surge simulation that protected the Mellow Tribe. This was how they attacked back then without regard. Now, Dyon was using it again.

Queen's nimble, slender and bronzed scaled body swept forward, aiming for the thick leather underbelly of the wyvern with her vicious claws.

The cobra swept forward as well, taking the help of her two brothers as they tossed her into the air.

Simultaneously, two claws and two tusks sank into the wyvern's body. Queen caused its inner organs to spill outward, while the cobra sank her scorpion tail and venomous tusks into the wyvern's neck.

To now, Dyon had avoided using the venom of the cobras. Relying on it would ruin the meat. If this happened, what was the point in defeating these beasts? It wasn't as though Dyon would get stronger himself if he wasn't able to eat the meat.

However, this situation was different. Dyon didn't dare to take chances with this wyvern. Even if it meant being unable to eat a large portion of the meat, it was worth it.

The wyvern was stunned awake from its illusion by the new pain that racked its body.

Another surge of irrational rage took over its mind. But, unfortunately, that sealed its fate.