Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1745 Time

Chapter 1745 Time

The most d.a.m.ning part was that Fausta's train of thought had nothing to do with how wrong or right Hela's words were. Instead, she thought of all of the horrible things she had done over the years.

How many innocent newborns had the sacrificed for the sake of chaining their Faith Seeds? How many innocent civilians had they experimented on to create Clans like the Ipsum and Saeclum Clans? How many horrors had they committed for the sake of raising the Ragnor Clan to a new level?

Dyon still remembered these things oh so clearly. He remembered learning of how the Ragnor used the pure Karma of newborns to chain their Faith Seeds into appearing as they pleased. He remembered how the Ragnors used the lives of Saeclums as mere tools to read the future and how the Ipsum Clan became b.l.o.o.d.y sacrifices to their own abilities. He even remembered how the Storm Clan, a mere branch of the Ragnors, sacrificed the lives of thousands of Focus Academy students, all to open a Legacy World.

[Author's Note: These are things related to RMW's first three volumes, especially the first. The Ragnors have done quite a few horrible things].

Fausta of course knew about all of these things, but her thoughts weren't about fixing them. She could only think one thing…. 'If we fail now, what was the point of all of it…?'

Fausta spatial ring flashed, her gaze flas.h.i.+ng with rage as her power spiked. A silver spear appeared in her hand, being just a single meter away from Hela, she had every intention of striking her down.

"To use such weak poison on me?! You underestimate me too much!"

Fausta believed Hela and her partner in crime were too ignorant. One was barely a lower celestial, and the other was a mere pseudo dao expert. Did they not understand the point of a dao formation expert?! She would show them.

"SIT!"

A sudden voice boomed across the dining hall. Let alone Fausta, who the voice was aimed toward, even the whole of the moon threatened to collapse in on itself.

Fausta's aura was stifled and she crashed back down and into her chair so forcefully that it shattered beneath her, forcing her to the ground pitifully.

Her spear, once pointed at Hela, fell from her hand and onto the ground. But, the damage it had caused was done. The fact her mentor so easily pointed her spear at her caused Hela to fall into an endless grief, but it also affirmed her decision. The Ragnors no longer deserved to exist.

Dyon's gaze coldly swept over the Fey who survived. He didn't speak a single word, he had no will to a.s.sociate with these individuals.

The Pakals? The Ragnors? He would cut their rotting flesh from their bones if he had to. If nothing remained of them after he was done, that would be fine too.

One after another, a few experts began to appear behind Dyon.

"You all will impersonate them for the time being."

These dao experts were none other than the t.i.tle spirits from the Valley of Geniuses. Unfortunately, since the Fey were precious to the Ragnors, they were well protected. Dyon couldn't simply seal them to do his bidding as he had done in the past. It was for this same reason Dyon couldn't simply enslave the True G.o.ds of the tower quadrants.

He also couldn't kill them, or else their life jades would shatter. In the end, he had no choice but to use this method.

If they were weaker, like Abraham who was an essence gatherer when Dyon sealed him, it might be possible to override the Faith that protected them. But, they were too power. So, Dyon planned on locking them up.

He easily sealed their movements with his Presence. Once he too had control over Emperor G.o.d level Faith, he wouldn't have to use such roundabout methods again.

"Aiya, you want me to be a woman?" Legolas, the Prince of Archery, complained. He was one of the first t.i.tle spirits Dyon convinced to join him and was actually an heir of the current 100th ranked quadrant. Though, during his 'first' life, his quadrant had been more powerful. It was just that they betrayed his trust so he uprooted their power structure. To this day, they had yet to recover.

Dyon smiled. "It won't be for long. I think a kilted skirt would suit you."

The female t.i.tle spirits giggled, obviously not minding their task.

In the end, the Fey who were uninfluenced by the sleeping concoction could only watch on coldly as Dyon weaved several appearance changing arrays. They inwardly gasped when they realized that no matter how hard they tried, they couldn't see through their disguises… Dyon's reflection of them was perfect.

...

It was finally time. Years of build up to the mysterious Conference had culminated to this day. After almost a decade of travel, those of the tower quadrants converged.

The main characters? The Star Clan. The lofty, and undisputed number one Clan of the tower quadrants, a beacon for the foremost race of their era, the Sprites.

The location? The Star Dome. It covered the largest continent of Planet Star. It was a beautiful silver weather-controlled environment that pushed the limit of what was possible for architecture. It could only be described as a paradise. Even the Celestial Corner's dome didn't match even a single percent of its size.

Within this vast dome, the temperature was perfect. A light breeze constantly kept everyone cool and comfortable. At the same time, the scenery was breathtaking.

Unlike one might expect from a dome so large it could cover an entire continent within, the sounds and sights of nature were abound. Gorgeous ancient trees, beautiful exotic flowers, and well-trained beasts were frequent spectacles.

However, there was nothing more eye-catching than the ma.s.sive orb of light that hung at the very center of it all. No matter where you were located within Star Dome, this beautiful light was only a glance away.

It bobbed with a gentle white light. It wasn't too bright, nor was it too dull. It could be described as holy, speckless and perfect.