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The world rumbled shook as the people inside the demi-human island felt the quake. The immense tremor almost brought down their fragile buildings.1

"W-what's happening?" said one of the demi-humans.

"Are we going to get punished by the gods?" said another.

"I still can't feel my knees!" said another.

"Everyone please calm down," said the guild's leader with his hands in the air. Though he himself knew how those words never succeeded in calming down a panic state, it was the only thing he could say at the moment.

His eyes darted from them to his vice. "Oi, why are you looking down?"

The elf was contemplating before a pat on his shoulder woke him up. "Hmm?"

"Don't hmm me, we got work to do," said the guild's leader before the elf responded, "Leader, do you think that we are at fault?"

The guild leader furrowed his eyebrows for a second before he let out a sigh. He shook his head before he turned around and said, "We are not at fault."

The elf raised his eyebrows before the guild leader continued, "As a guild member that is, but as a decent being, we might very well be at the very bottom of the list."

The guild leader didn't speak any further before he left the elf in his own thoughts.

(The inhabitants of this island had all been indoctrinated by their ancestors but getting them to understand through those thick skulls of theirs is harder than killing them, especially elves and their proud nature) thought the guild's leader before he looked in a direction where the Andro Kingdom lies beyond.

He knew the source of the tremor came from the direction in which Lyon had gone to. The fact that he got one hit KO-ed by the latter led him wondered about the true capabilities. The first human that ever beat him without breaking a sweat, what kind of feat did he do back there.

He crossed his arms as he muttered, "I heard the king that governed the Andro Kingdom is a Godhood cultivator, be well, Lyon Torga."

The tremor where the Andro Kingdom lies finally stopped. Tuey was struggling to get up on the beach as clouds of dust got her eyes. She rubbed them before they opened wide at the sight. She looked at the surrounding with her hand covering her little mouth. She instinctively took a step back before falling on her butt.

The landmasses on the island shifted randomly. The very infrastructure broke as some planes raised while some descended down. No buildings survived the tremor, not even the grand palace that was the icon of the kingdom.

The inhabitants were covered in fear as all of them reached out the soil under their feet. The archmages dropped their rods in despair as they sat down. The elite army didn't even have a chance to gather and showed up for the fight before their generals passed. The power in the kingdom was no more.

Inside the forest where the source of all quakes happened. Lyon was standing on top of a newly made small hill with his breath panting. He had returned to his original state as sweat kept pouring out of his body. Looking at the mess he just made, he couldn't help but make a smile out of it.

"What do you know, I can kill a god... or demon... or half-mortal or whatever that shit was..."

Shen was grinning before he muttered, "Haiyah if you are using my power, this island would be written off the map already."

(Oh no) thought Lyon.

"Yeah, because the one drawing it is blind," muttered Sun.

(There it is) thought Lyon.

"What's that monkey? You want me to beat you up?"

"What's that catfish? You want me to pull those whiskers of yours?!"

"Who are you talking to you idiot," said Shen as he looked at the mini monkey facing the wrong direction as the latter spoke.

Lyon shook his head before he put his hands behind his head as he leisurely walked out of the scene.

"Hmm..." Lyon contemplated.

He had yet to recover his old memories yet, but his former opponent just gave a few hints. Although he was down for more praises, getting all the info from your enemy was never wise.

(So, Heaven and Hell in this world actually exist. As in 'reachable' exist, by what the Imp was saying) thought Lyon.

(Hmm, Heaven and Hell had to work together to bring the old me down) he rubbed his chin as a smile appeared on his face (I wonder what did I do to piss them both off hahaha!).

The moment Lyon stepped out of the forest, his sight was immediately filled with a view of his artful works. Walking down between small hills and broken buildings he was presented with the human inhabitants of the island looking at him in fear. They didn't have the will to fight, they didn't have the courage to act.

Lyon understood that they were innocent victims of the battle. The only wrong thing that happened here was the place and time they were born. The weak was always the victim of the strong, this law of nature had been going on since the day of creation.

However, before Lyon could speak a word out of his thought, his eyebrows furrowed at the incoming knights from the front. Behind their linings were two huge warships that kept pouring out their armies. The screech of wyverns filled the sky as their shadows overlapping Lyon's figure. He crossed his arms as he looked up with a smirk, he gazes dared the flying beasts to shit their life.

His eyes then darted from the sky to the lining foot knights in front of him. Their armor was vastly different from the one the Andro Kingdom had and their cultivation levels were higher than average. Any one of them was probably as strong as the guild's leader in the island.

Suddenly they made a path in the middle before someone in a black mithril full-suit armor walked in. The helmet only left a straight dash line for the sight of the wearer but Lyon couldn't see the eyes. From the breastplate, Lyon could confidently say that it was a male.

"Are you the one that is causing all of this mess?" asked the black knight.

Lyon smirked. "Do you like it?"

"Then I need you to come with me."

"No."

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