Darius Supreme-Novel

Chapter 608 – 608

Naturally, Thanatos had scoffed at that. 'Their' new continent? The True Lords' allegiance was to power! To Death!   

And so, they fought, with both sides taking heavy losses. Thanatos ended up crawling to the north where he created the Plains of Death to nurse his wounds, while Elysium had been severely weakened. 

However, Elysium was still far better than the ruined Fallon, so they could have easily taken over using some righteous line. 

So why didn't they? 

Well, as long as one thinks about it, it wasn't too complex. There was a certain concept called politics that existed in the world, and it was the binding force of all parties, sentient or otherwise. 

To understand, the Gods of Elysium had the power to technically curb stomp everyone and rule entire continents, yet they had never gone that far. Rather, they chose to rule indirectly or simply eradicate entire clans AFTER finding 'just' reasons for doing so. 

This was because the various continents each had something similar to the United Nations, in Fallon's case it was simply called the Fallon Continental Council. Almost every Grandmaster on the continent existed there and worked through them, ruling the continent using politics. 

They had intervened after Andrato had proven capable to retaliate against the various attackers, using their own rules to penalize those who had partaken in such acts heavily. It was through that event that Jeanne had established her reputation across the continent, and fortified Andrato's status. 

Naturally, they would intervene in such a situation too. 

Gunner sat calmly in his tank, which was at the forefront of the huge convoy of APCs and Troop Carriers that were tearing across Fallon's southern half. The entire convoy had come to a stop, though, as they were met with some sort of blockade. 

When Gunner checked the display, it was not what he thought. Rather, the entire convoy had been captured in a blueish light that seemed to be the work of one of the 12 people blocking their way. 

The one responsible was a woman with short blonde hair and black eyes, of which the center were glowing blue – along with her entire outline – just like the outlines of all the vehicles. 

Seeing this, the half-giant frowned. He opened the hatch and leapt out. Calmly and without fear, he walked up to the 12 who blocked his way, casually inspecting them as he did so in case there was someone he needed to be wary of among them. 

[Ophelia Evercrest – Level 88 Psychic 

HP: 5,280/5,280 MP: 22,440/22,440 STA: 8,448/8,448] 

This was the woman who was holding back the entire convoy. Gunner set his eyes on her first and then focused on the rest. 

[Ferdinand Jones – Level 81 Charger 

HP: 41,160/41,160 MP: 4,455/4,455 STA:15,876/15,876] 

This fellow was a bronze-skinned man who wore a set of custom heavy armor that had leathery bits mixed where the joints met. Probably to not hinder his movements and chafe his skin. 

[Eunice Diver – Level 82 Bishop 

HP: 4,410/4,410 MP: 19,762/19,762 STA: 8,036/8,036] 

A relatively mature silver-haired woman with a large set of breasts, wearing a mixture of cleric robes, but with the red designs usually seen on cardinals. 

[Clive Barton – Level 92 Sharpshooter 

HP: 54,976/54,976 MP: 6,887/6,887 STA: 20,500/20,500] 

He was an average-looking bloke with messy black hair and dead fish eyes that seemed to not care about anything. He crouched on the ground while his giant bow hung on his back. 

[Dragovich – Level 92 Zilch Berserker 

HP: 56,008/56,008 MP: 10,420/10,420 STA: 9,744/9,744] 

This was a huge man with a mane of black hair behind him that was silky in nature, with a trimmed mustache and thick goatee. His upper body was bare, and he only had some leather pants on. No shoes either. 

[Longinus Clearsky – Level 98 Mage 

HP: 13,332/13,332 MP: 53,200/53,200 STA: 5,800/5,800] 

This was a suave fellow who had a look of arrogance on his face, as if he disdained being here when he could elsewhere. He wore black mage robes with an emblem at the center that likely denoted some school or faction. 

[Julis Evenfeather – Level 96 Mage 

HP: 5,560/5,560 MP: 45,300/45,300 STA: 4,897/4,897] 

Hm, an elf. This was likely the first elven male Gunner had seen in his life, and the fellow did have their racial beauty. However, the half-giant soon realized he was a half-elf, due to the shorter ears and the human name. He wore green robes with the same emblem as Longinus in the center. 

[Keira Sweer – Level 93 Mage 

HP: 7,180/7,180 MP: 42,360/42,360 STA: 3,800/5,800] 

This was a woman with fiery red hair swept across her head and scarlet eyes that bore in Gunner, as if she was trying to burn him with her gaze alone. She wore a red mage's robe with – once again – the same symbol as the other two mages. 

[Illisun Huron – Level 91 Wind Elemental 

HP: 21,311/21,311 MP: 33,182/33,182 STA: 19,881/19,881] 

This fellow was a strange androgynous being that levitated calmly with his hands folded behind his back, like some god. Pale green energy swirled around him, causing the winds of the area to billow strangely. 

[Potenia Juror – Level 87 Mage 

HP: 6,782/6,782 MP: 44,988/44,988 STA: 4,897/4,897] 

This was a brunette with a shady look in her eyes, her lips curled in dark amusement, as if she wanted to see something horrible happen at all times. She wore a set of blue mage robes with the familiar emblem in the center. 

[Helen Bastia – Level 83 Defender 

HP: 67,340/67,340 MP: 3,456/3,456 STA: 45,877/45,877] 

This was a thick woman who appeared to have some type of giant lineage, given her huge muscles and thick frame. She had to, at least, have barbarian blood in her, because she could clearly snap a normal man in half. She wore full plate mail and only wielded a tower shield and a spiked mace. 

[Cairo Keen – Level 92 Lancer 

HP: 23,332/23,332 MP: 10,420/10,420 STA: 9,744/9,744] 

The final bloke was a fellow who wore a simple sleeveless leather vest with leather pants, his lance placed across his shoulders as he grinned widely.. His handsomeness was the second-highest here, and he had an air of utter confidence about himself.