Chapter 939 - Not a half-assed overgod
GDK 939: Not a half-assed overgod
*** Over at the center of the Fringe, the Omphalos.
Tyre, Logue, Ossora, and Wasir were having a meeting at Tyre’s Sovereign Shop about the Godhunter Alliance’s impending invasion. As time went by, the four Sovereigns managed to collect more intel about their enemies’ movement. They had verified sources that all Twelve Hegemons of the Godhunter Alliance had arrived outside their border.
The great war could erupt at any moment soon. The four Sovereigns had completed their preparations. They did their best subduing as many Fringedwellers under their command as possible. All the usually aggressive Fringedwellers were now suddenly monks and ceased slaughtering each other. Stringers had been especially active, constantly scouting and collecting intel.
“Ossora, of the four of us, you are the closest to Bryan. Do you know why he is still not attending the meeting?” asked Tyre whose face was rather dark. He had sent messengers to the Pandemonium, inviting Han Shuo to join their meetings. However, Stratholme would always decline the invitations on Han Shuo’s behalf, giving the excuse that Han Shuo was in secluded meditation. And now, Han Shuo continued to decline attending the meeting when they received intel that the Godhunter Alliance was right outside the Fringe. To Tyre, this was inexcusable.
Ossora shook his head and replied, “I too have sent people over. They’ve received the same answer as yours. It seems that Bryan is at a critical juncture of his cultivation. Well, in any case, we have agreed on our responsibilities and strategy long ago. I think he would have made the necessary preparations.”
“I sure hope so!” Tyre groaned and disdainfully remarked, “If his side was to crumble like a biscuit, those godhunters could march straight into the Omphalos and attack us from our backs. None of us could afford the slightest negligence. Right, Ossora, please remind him again that the godhunters could attack anytime now and that he better be ready.”
“Sure.” Given the circumstances, Ossora agreed to Tyre’s request right away instead of bickering.
“I hope he can handle the pressure. He’s been real domineering during recent times. He ought to have something to back that kind of attitude,” remarked Logue in his malicious, cunning smile.
“Hey, you! Stop right there! You are not allowed to enter!” a cry suddenly sounded from outside the Sovereign Shop.
“Han Hao, Lung-qi, Perseus…” replied Logue respectfully after thinking for a moment.
“And where are they?” asked the intruder after nodding his head. He seemed satisfied with Logue’s attitude.
“I don’t know where Han Hao is, but the others are located at…” answered Logue hastily while his body was still bowed.
“Em-hmm. Good,” the man turned on his heels and walked away after getting the information he wanted. He didn’t even bother to look at Tyre, Wasir, or Ossora.
The room remained silent until long after the unknown intruder had left. Finally, Tyre looked at Logue with a grave face and asked, “Who is he? Your father? Grandfather? Why would you be so respectful toward him?”
After letting out a long sigh of relief, Logue slouched on his seat. After taking his time to calm his mind down, he grimaced and replied, “I wouldn’t be that respectful to my father and grandfather. And if I were even remotely related to him, I wouldn’t be living in the Fringe now.”
“Then who in the world is he?” Even the usually non-talkative Wasir couldn’t help himself but ask.
“Overgod!” answered Logue stutteringly as though it took a ton of effort to utter it. After taking a short pause, to make sure that Tyre and the order understood him, he added, “And obviously, not the half-assed kind of overgod that we are.”
Upon hearing those words, Tyre, Wasir, and Ossora were stupefied. Shivers traveled down their spines.
“No wonder… I should have guessed… If wasn’t him, Logue wouldn’t have been so humble…” remarked Wasir whose face seemed a little pale.
“I’m so glad that I’ve listened to you and not attacked…” Tyre grimaced and continued, “Otherwise, the Fringe would have been flattened before those godhunters were even here.”
“Why would he come to the Fringe? What does he want?” Ossora seemed somewhat flustered. He mumbled to himself, “Could it be that the Twelve Existences intent to wipe out the Fringe? How could this be…?”
Logue managed to fully calm down and with a collected face, he gave his analysis, “That is probably not his intention. Otherwise, the four of us would have already been dead. He should be after something else…” After thinking for a moment with his eyes closed, Logue explained, “He seemed to be searching for something, or someone… His soul had explored every part of my body. There was nothing on me that I could hide from him. He likely did not find the thing that he’s after and therefore spared me…”
“I really hope that is the case. Otherwise, oblivion would fall upon us no matter what we do.” Ossora seemed somewhat pessimistic. He knew that even the combined might of the Fringe stood no chance against such a mighty being.
“I think we should call it a day. We all need some time to calm down from that,” said Tyre, ending the meeting decisively after seeing that the other three Sovereigns no longer had the desire to talk about defending against the Godhunter Alliance.
Wasir, Logue, and Ossora agreed. Without Tyre saying another word, they left one after another. Even Logue went home to suck his thumb instead of staying behind to have further discussion with Tyre.
After all three of them left, Tyre sat quietly in the chamber for a long while before stealthily leaving the Omphalos. He went to the dead volcano where Han Shuo was first introduced to the Sovereigns. He went behind a cliff, deployed a barrier, took out a magical mirror, and dialed Dhaka.
Not far from the cliff, a ghostly figure was standing under the shadow of a tree, tracking Tyre…