章節 1713: Blasphemy

Varian slipped up without intending to. The formations were terrible at letting him speak his thoughts.

Elder Aion froze and looked at him for a few seconds like someone staring at an extinct creature that suddenly came to life. 

The stare made him uncomfortable and fearful. He didn't care whether they believed him or not. What he was concerned about was whether they'd get angry after verifying the truth and kill him out of uncontrollable emotions.

Heaven tribe was particularly arrogant, viewing everyone beneath them. Even from the short period of interaction, he could tell they didn't take Neveah or Vita or for that matter any of the tribes seriously. 

What would their reaction be after finding out they were slaughtered to extinction by Neveah? And that their defeat was so clean and so easy that even to this day, the worst losers were called as descendants of Heaven tribe?