Grand Ancestral Bloodlines-Novel

Chapter 692 Questions

The three combatants opposing Godefride, Sabelle and Eustis came to an awkward stop, causing the booming sounds of battle to stop as well. This wasn't part of the plan so they weren't sure of how to take any steps forward for now.

Right then, before the scene could fall into true silence, Ryu's wrist flicked and Teebald, the member of the Gladio family, came flying forward, only to be dangle from Ryu's flame chain once again.

The sudden action seemed to shock him awake and he screamed out, only to realize just how many people were around him. He had never felt so humiliated in his life.

Above the battlefield, the nine Cosmic Seed Armament Cities and the Armament Guild's main City hung above, giving the odd atmosphere quite the picturesque backdrop. However, Ryu didn't seem intent on letting things slide like this.

"Well? Don't stop on account of us. We came to spectate. Why would you stop battling now?"

Godefride immediately recognized Ryu's voice and his lip twitched. But, it was only for a moment before its pitch subtly changed. It made one think that the first was almost an illusion.

Of the three, the one who seemed to be the most livid was the man across from Godefride. But, this was in line with Ryu's previous deductions as well.

Sabelle was fighting an unknown man clothed in black that was quite like Ryu's own style, while Eustis was fighting the Temporal Buddha Sect monk. However, it was clear that neither of them was very intertwined with the Armament Guild, or at the very least, this relationship was still somewhat fresh.

However, Godefride was fighting a member of his own Hastam Clan. It seemed that this individual was far more invested in this plan working out.

While on the surface it looked as though three families were fighting against the status quo of the Armament Guild, in practice it was more like two and half. The Hastam Clan was divided and clearly undergoing terrible internal struggles, or how else would the father-son pair have been kicked away?

It was just unfortunate that the two of them had come back after Godefride was powerful enough to snatch the Cosmic Seed Armament for himself, so now that members of the Hastam Clan who had gotten used to their new power, suddenly found themselves profoundly suppressed once more.

Just by observing these dynamics, Ryu was able to tell many things, the most important of which was that the Armament Guild was still bound to follow its own rules. Whether or not this would last was a different matter entirely, but the fact that they were going so far to do things this way most definitely mean that they were being restrained.

"Who the hell are you?!"

Ramir immediately lost his temper. Today was meant to be the day that his branch of the Hastam Clan could regain their power, but how could they have ever guessed that things would actually end up going this way?

Ryu blinked as though he was confused. "Didn't you just hear me? I'm a spectator." .

Yaana snorted in a failed attempt to hold back her laughter. Unable to stop her giggles, she turned and buried her head into Ryu's arm.

She didn't seem to be the only one unable to hold back as many in the crowd were much less reserved. Since they could already tell that much of the ire would be turned toward Ryu, why not enjoy themselves while they were here?

Ramir's expression darkened, his gaze becoming eerily calm. He was still an expert of his own right, it would take more than a few words to make him lose his cool entirely. If it wasn't for the fact so much was on the line to begin with, he wouldn't' have been so rash with his word choice.

"Which power's young master is so brazen as to interfere in the matters of the Armament Guild? Do you think that we were all blind to what you've done to our men and our barricades?"

"Is this big guy not big enough for you? Which power do you think I come from?"

Ramir's gaze narrowed as his gaze landed on the Frost Thunder Giant. Even though it was only of the Ninth Order, even he as a Cosmic Seed Realm expert felt great pressure from it. This was simply the power of a Demon Duke's Bloodline.

If a Demon Duke was compared to a Human's talent, they would be a Sovereign Great Circle Talent at the worst and approaching a normal Ancestral Grade Talent at the best. And since the Frost Thunder Giant was among the best of them, this spoke for itself.

[Author's Note: Just like Ancestral Great Circle, Sovereign Great Circle means Sovereign Grade Talent in all four pillars: Bloodline, Meridians, Bone Structure and Spiritual Foundation]

The fact that this was the case spoke volumes for what one might expect from a Demon Prince or a Demon King. Even the worst of the Demon Nobles would dwarf and Earth Grade talent. This was how powerful these existences were. ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ꜰʀᴏᴍ novelenglish.net . Fɪre.net

Though Ramir was a talent himself, he didn't even have a Heaven Great Circle, he only had a partial Heaven Great Circle as he had three Heaven Grade Talents and one Earth Grade Talent. Compared to the Frost Thunder Giant, he was far inferior.

Normally, he was very proud about this fact. The formation of a Great Circle was already the pinnacle of talent. Usually, even having just one or two talents made you a great genius, very rarely one some have all four. His Great Circle Talent was better than many who only had one or two Sovereign Grade Talents. And yet, it hardly seemed to matter here.

But, this wasn't the key… The key was that anyone who could summon a Demon of any kind to do their bidding was without a double a treasured talent of the Necromancy Guild. The fact that Ryu was wearing a mask, even if it wasn't the standard mask of a Necromancer, also spoke volumes.

This situation seemed to get more complicated. And, it only got worse when Ryu opened his mouth again.

"Since you've asked so many questions, I guess you won't mind if I ask a few too, right? Why is it that you've set up barricades? The Armament Guild never had such a practice before…

"No, actually, don't answer that. I'm more interested in knowing something else.

"As far as I know, The Spear, Godefride, only recently claimed his Armament. In fact, I believe the previous Spear had held the positions for tens of millions of years, correct? It should be obvious that his skill is far beyond yours, so why are you fighting, exactly?"

Ramir's gaze flickered with killing intent.