The Lord Is Too Overbearing - 439 The Prelude to The War

Chang Yu hummed to herself as she stared at Basil’s back. She was wondering if she could imitate Basil’s appearance with the new Dao she had learnt. Basil’s appearance could be called a divine gift by itself. It was so otherworldly that one would find it hard to not call her a Goddess.

She had long brown hair that flowed down her back to the area below her firm buttocks, a visage that was bereft of any blemish, a pair of eyes that pierced one’s soul, and a figure that was as tall and intimidating as a God of War’s yet as alluring as a Succubus’–she perfectly fit everyone’s imagination of a Goddess.

“Did you inherit a good look from our late Daoist, Sister Hou?” Chang Yu asked after failing to imitate Basil’s appearance with her Dao of Mirror.

“This is nothing but a byproduct. I inherited something way better,” Basil responded. “Why did you even think that there was someone who would inherit their good looks?”

“…because I can’t copy it.”

“What?”

“Nothing.”

Basil quirked her eyebrow and then asked. “So, what kind of Legacy did you inherit?”

“Oh, it is called Dao of Art! You may think it is useless but hear me out. It is a…”

Chang Yu went on and on about the Dao she had newly learnt. Basil nodded her head from time to time; she had already figured out what Chang Yu’s muttering meant the moment she heard the name of the Dao.

When Chang Yu finished explaining what her Dao could do, realization dawned on her. Her eyes widened in shock before she covered her red face in absolute mortification. Basil chuckled lightly at her and patted her head thrice. Basil then took a distance away from her to spare her from the embarrassment.

Chang Yu recovered from her embarrassment after five minutes. At this point, they were already on the fifty-eighth floor.

“Oh? I thought you didn’t have any intention to climb the tower.”

They encountered someone that they would rather not meet.

“Come on, don’t be so cold to me, cousin.”

“After what you did to me, you still dare to call me cousin? Have some shame, Ye Xiu!”

The young man standing in the stairway blocking the women’s path, Ye Xiu smiled. “What have I done to you, Chang Yu? I didn’t violate nor have I ever looked at you with lustful eyes.” As if remembering something, his eyes lit up. “Ah, are you perhaps referring to my father’s decision?”

His fake smile turned into a mirthful smirk. “You should know that it was not my decision.”

“This detestable asshole…”

Chang Yu could only grit her teeth and snorted coldly. She couldn’t do anything that could harm someone inside the tower because it was a violation of the rule.

Tap. Tap.

As she was about to be overwhelmed by her seething anger, Basil continued climbing down the stairs. Chang Yu regained control of her emotion and immediately followed suit. Much to her surprise, Ye Xiu jumped in front of Basil right before they walked past him. He then looked up at Basil with a soft smile on his face.

“Look into my eyes,” he said.

“Why would I?”

“Figured.” He chuckled. “Anyway, I am sure you must have noticed it.”

“The Eyes of Truth.”

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“I have a different version of them.”

Basil’s remark caught Ye Xiu off guard. He was about to comprehend what Basil meant by her words when she activated her [Eyes of Mana Perception]. Foreign yet profound patterns decorated her beautiful brown eyes. He widened his eyes in shock as they uncannily resembled his.

“I don’t see the ‘truth’ but I can see your next move and where to strike to kill you instantly with these.”

“You…what are you?”

“Why don’t you ask your eyes?”

Ye Xiu lowered his head as he put his hand on his neck in astonishment. Basil pushed him aside and continued climbing down the stairs.

“Wait, Basil. Tell me what floor you managed to reach.”

Basil stopped in her tracks, turned around and smirked at Ye Xiu. “Knowing that fact, you are still enamoured by my appearance?”

“Yes. After all, it is your appearance that I fell for–not you,” Ye Xiu answered stoically.

“Good answer.” Basil nodded her head lightly. “One-hundred-and-eighth.”

“I see…”

Followed by Chang Yu, Basil continued climbing down the stairs. Ye Xiu looked at her back silently as it slowly disappeared, failing splendidly to comprehend the enigma called Basil Pacifer.

The two women came out of the tower five minutes after encountering Ye Xiu. The moment they reached the fortieth floor, the restriction put on them disappeared, allowing them to run down the stairs until they got out.

Zimo’s baffled gaze greeted them as soon as they got out; it was planted solely on Basil. The said Pacifer quirked her eyebrow as she looked at Zimo. Her prankster side was immediately triggered. She covered her chest and then hunched her back in horror.

“This insolent lass…”

Zimo’s mouth twitched as everyone’s murderous gaze turned to him. He immediately waved his hand and explained himself which ironically made him look like someone who was justifying the reason for his crime.please visit pαпᵈα-:)ɴᴏᴠᴇ1.co)m

“Fellow Daoist Zimo, I didn’t expect you to be this vile of a person,” Xueyi said detestably.

“Oi, old man, you know you are staring at my nephew, don’t you? I don’t care even if you are ranked higher than me, the moment you touch her, I will send you to the realm of eternal rest,” Tian Long remarked passionately.

“Shut it! You know that I am not such a person,” Zimo retorted indignantly. “Just because I am the oldest here doesn’t mean that you can bully me.”

His fellow Daoists stared at him neutrally for a few seconds before shrugging nonchalantly. Looking at that, Zimo sucked the air in through his mouth as he caressed his beard to stop himself from exploding.

Harrumphing, Zimo turned to Basil. “Now, lass, come here. I know you have something to talk about to me.”

Basil stopped hunching her back and then stood straight; her chest swelled in pride. The sheer confidence she was exuding made every Top 10 Daoists present there nod their heads.

She walked graciously toward Zimo and then stopped a metre before him. Since she towered over him, he tapped the ground twice to raise it, so he could be on the same eye level as her.

“Give me as many weapon supplies as you have,” Basil said straightforwardly.

“…what?”

“Give me–“

“No, that’s not what I mean. Are you sure that weapons are enough?”

“Why not?”

“You have spared my grandson’s life.”

“His life is not worth that much.”

Zimo blinked his eyes in astonishment and shock at Basil’s words. She had said it so sure that it was hard to think she was mocking, not stating a fact.

“What are you going to do with those weapons anyway?” Being an experienced person, Zimo didn’t even pick the matter and moved on.

“To conquer my enemy.”

“Who is this enemy of yours?”

Basil smiled softly and mysteriously. “Who knows? It can be anyone.”

Zimo looked deep into her eyes to figure her out and immediately gave up after a few seconds; he couldn’t read her at all. The lass before her was truly an enigma.

Extending his hand, he offered a golden Spatial Ring to Basil. She immediately took it and then walked toward Xueyi and Tian Long. Zimo was left blinking his eyes in bafflement as he stared at Basil’s disappearing back. He couldn’t believe Basil didn’t even say thank you to him.

“Your debt has been paid.”

Then, he was reminded of the reason. He found it logical yet he still couldn’t believe it.

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On the other part of the world, deep in the Great Forest of Yitoupheo, the Elf’s Empire, Padeitophys, Iliana, a couple of Elven Chieftains and Dwarven Elders stood before the Golem that Deacon had delivered a day ago. The Dwarf had modified it, so they were there to see what it could do.

“I was sceptical when I first saw it and I don’t think my view has changed.”

“I have to agree with that. This Golem doesn’t suit to be on the battlefield.”

“It is too small. I am afraid a punch from a Peak Middle-Class Demon will shatter it completely.”

“It is a pity to destroy such a fine creation…”

As one of the Dwarves who worked on the Golem, Atheron who was also one of the six Elders of the Dwarf looked at the women who had been commenting on the Golem like they were crazy. They might look like they knew what they were talking about but he knew they were just admiring its appearance.

How could they not? The Golem looked exactly like Basil. The resemblance was uncanny. He was well aware of how attractive the Golem was–since it looked like Basil–so he was sure some of them just wanted to bring it home.

“Thinking it works like a human is a big mistake,” he remarked. “It may be small compared to the average Golem–it assumes a human form, after all–but I can guarantee that it has more firepower than the Golem that we have been working on for a decade.”

“That strong?” Tinuviel remarked with widened eyes.

“What do you use for its core?” Iliana asked.

“That is…something that can only be produced by a Pacifer,” Atheron smiled in admiration. “Soul Essence. This Golem is powered by Lord Basil’s Soul Essence, so it will think and behave the same way as the original does.”

Atheron spread his hands excitedly. He couldn’t wait any longer to show the people what the modification did to the Golem. He activated it and was ready to let it showcase its capability. Unfortunately, at that moment, Ione ran into the field with a solemn look.

“It has begun.”

A sentence was all it needed to change their expressions. They immediately scrambled to gather their army, ready to face the opposite force; the Golem was sent to the front line, leading the army but not commanding anyone.

It made the people think that their leader, Basil was there yet they knew he wasn’t. They couldn’t feel the excitement that they had when he was by their side. They were slightly underwhelmed but they knew they had to keep their spirits high. Their leader had promised to come soon. Until then, they had to fight to the best they could.

“Bloody maniac,” Iliana remarked at the scene before her. “Just what was that mad Demon scientist doing for the past week?”

The sky and the ground–everything that their eyes could see was decorated by Monsters.