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"What exactly is this silver medal?" Tyrion wondered. This object had been so well-hidden that it'd been inside the body of the King Flame-forged Magma python. If Tyrion hadn't found the Hellion Aether Flower by sheer luck then there was no way he would've discovered this medal.

There was no way it could be something ordinary, since it'd been hidden so securely. Furthermore, the white dragon design on its surface told him that it was likely left behind by the White Dragon Overlord.

"I can't keep running like this."

Tyrion went silent. He still wanted to enter the depths of the Overlord Sacred dimensional relics to fight for other treasures, but there was no way to do that with this bronze statue chasing after him. First, he had to get rid of this problem.

Tyrion tightly gripped the silver medal as he ground his teeth. It looked like he had to try it.

As he thought that, any hesitation in his heart ceased to exist. He flashed away and ascended to a higher platform, then turned to face the ancient bronze statue that was still approaching with its baleful energy ripple.

Boom! Boom!

Cracks appeared on the ground wherever the bronze statue chose to lay its feet. The sheer pressure of its approach even compressed the air until it exploded.

The stone-fisted statue grew larger in Tyrion's field of view. Tyrion took in a deep breath, then raised the silver medal. He stopped caring whether his idea would work as he poured his Genetic energy into it.

The silver medal stayed the same as Tyrion poured his Genetic energy into it, and the bronze statue was just as ferocious as before. If it hit Tyrion, then he'd suffer grave injuries.

"It's not working?"

Cold sweat dripped from Tyrion's forehead as his heart pumped rapidly, but he still didn't remove his hands from the medal. With a twist of his mind, he poured all of his Genetic energy into the silver medal. Unlock tales at m-vl-em-pyr

BANG!

The bronze statue vaulted off the ground and sailed upwards, its heavy shadow bearing down on Tyrion, and firmly landed on the platform.

"BOOM!!!"

Tyrion hurriedly transformed into his Fiendgod body as he activated True Blood Explosion Art. Blood splattered as his three headed and six arm muscular body exploded from too much power.

Immediately, he crossed his six arms and as the statue wiped the bronze pillar against him.

"KA-BOOM!"

His six arms all shattered to pieces as his shoulder disintegrated. He was like an artillery shell as he was blasted backwards with an immense force.

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"Fuck!"

Tyrion cursed as he took advantage of the force to flee. In the moment he was sent flying, his arms had healed rapidly at moment.

Removing the medal embedded within his now healing chest, Tyrion tensed up as he saw the statue fly towards him.

Tyrion tensed and turned away, preparing to run.

"RUMBLE!!!"!

But before Tyrion could make his escape, the silver medal finally trembled. The white dragon on its surface seemed to come to life as it roared low and deep. A white light poured forth from the plate and shined upon the body of the ancient bronze statue.

Tyrion was temporarily paralysed by the sudden white light. However, the bloodthirsty bronze statue suddenly shrank back. In the time it took for a few breaths, the statue had shrunk down to the size of a palm and flew towards Tyrion.

Tyrion reached out and caught it.

"This..." Tyrion studied the bronze statue in his palm with a look of amazement. It was so small and mottled. A faint pattern of light glowed on its surface. But this small thing had been chasing him all over the place and had attacked him just a moment ago.

Tyrion turned to the silver medal in his other hand with an equal look of amazement. It seemed that this Bronze Guardian was something akin to a Sacred Relic, but could only be controlled through the silver medal in his hand.

"This medal really is something." Tyrion smacked his lips as he tucked the medal away. He kept the tiny statue in his hand and played around with it — with a move of his intent, he poured a surge of Genetic energy into it.

"RUMBLE!!!".

The bronze statue exploded with dazzling light and expanded. In a few breaths, it turned back into the ten-meters tall bronze statue.

But this time, the statue didn't launch any attacks at him; on the contrary it stood next to him, quietly and at attention, like the most loyal guard.

Excitement appeared in Tyrion's eyes as he observed the bronze statue — he could sense that right now, he possessed some amount of control over it.

Bang!

Following Tyrion's intent, the bronze statue threw a punch at the stone piller next to it, thoroughly crushing it. That violent strength even made Tyrion's eyelids twitch. Based on his estimations, even a Fiendgod Stage Initial Phase expert would have to dodge its sharp attacks.

It was a pure fighting machine.

"Formidable!" Tyrion exclaimed in admiration. Another treasure worthy of the Overlord Sacred dimensional relics.

This statue must have withstood several hundreds of years worth of weathering, but it still possessed such strength. The name of Overlord was not in vain.

Even though he hadn't obtained a High Rank Sacred Relic, this Bronze Guardian was still an extremely satisfactory harvest. If Tyrion ever encountered Aetheron again, he wouldn't need to act so afraid.

Shhhhhuuu!

Sounds of sonic booms resounded from afar. With a wave of his hand, Tyrion ordered the guardian to return to its smaller form. The statue landed on his palm and he stowed it away inside his Mustard Seed Bracelet.

Nyxa reappeared a short distance away and quickly joined him. She breathed out a sigh of relief when she saw that Tyrion was fine and well. Her charming eyes looked around as she asked, "Where's the Bronze Guardian?"

"It's settled." Tyrion smiled.

Nyxa was shocked and confused. Tyrion had "settled" that terrifying Bronze Guardian? Just how much strength was this guy hiding away?

She gave Tyrion a strange look, but didn't press him for details. After all, everyone had their own secrets. She had no specific reason to ask that much from him.

"Well then, we should join up with Aelira and the others. They're likely deeper inside the Overlord Sacred dimensional relics," Nyxa suggested. Right now, there were many forces heading deeper into the Sacred dimensional relics. If they didn't hurry, they might end up missing a few opportunities.

Tyrion nodded. He was deeply interested in the Overlord Sacred dimensional relics, especially since they'd found such powerful treasures — the Hellion Aether Flower, the Arcanal Dragonized Bracelets, and the Bronze Guardian — outside of that area. He wondered what astounding treasures would be hidden within the treasury's depths.

If he ever got his hands on those hidden treasures, then his fighting strength would definitely surge. He wouldn't need to fear anyone, even a true Fiendgod Stage.

The two of them made no more delays. They identified their path and pushed their speeds to the limit as they flew into the inner parts of the Overlord Sacred dimensional relics.

Along the way, they still heard the sounds of clashing weapons echoing from the main hall; however, neither of them paused. Roughly half an hour later, they noticed that the quantity of stone halls and the number of branching paths had decreased. As they continued, the landscape before them suddenly opened up into that of a vast desert.

Faint lights streaked overhead, like bolts of lightning as they sped deeper into the desert.

Tyrion and Nyxa exchanged glances and moved as one, following those lights. A few minutes later, they slowed down.

They were arriving at the heart of the desert, marked by a huge black basin. Many figures stood at the basin's rim.

A powerful Genetic energy emanated from this place — even the natural Energy of this area rippled in response.

Many experts were gathered here.

Even Tyrion was surprised by the sheer number of experts gathered here. These guys moved quick.

The two of them also landed by the basin, then edged closer to the rim. They realised that down inside the depression of the earth were several black bronze pillars that soared to the skies.

Each pillar was nearly a thousand feet tall and decorated with formerly picturesque images that'd been blurred due to the passage of time. Together, these pillars filled the entire basin.

The basin surged with an indescribable energy ripple and, for some reason, their energy ripples trembled in reply. It was like meeting one's superior.

Even the natural Genetic energy had quieted under the pressure of the basin's energy ripple, as if it was incapable of fighting back.

This was a Overlord's prestige.

Everyone's expression had turned solemn. This energy ripple was simply far too powerful for them to handle, even though it was only a remnant of what it once was. If a genuine Overlord ever appeared, no one present would have the guts or mind to react.

This was an absolute suppression.

Perhaps in the eyes of a Overlord, everyone here would be nothing more than ants.

Tyrion inhaled and clenched his fists as he felt the remnant Overlord energy ripple permeate the heavens and earth. Dense flames poured from his pupils.