Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

There were many familiar faces at the Nephilim Gathering. Obviously, this wasn't just limited to Aritzia and Madeleine's parents, but also the dragons that didn't appear for the exchange program headed by the Sprite Alliance.

Of course, among these dragons, there was not only Titus who had mysteriously disappeared for so long after Dyon killed him on the celestial floors, but there was also Damaris who still took Dyon as her rival.

"This is the young man our Crystal Dragon Clan formed a sort of alliance with? His pills have been quite useful to our development."

A deep resounding voice responded to Damaris' half rant. If one looked over, one would find what could only be described as the pinnacle of masculinity. Dyon might be handsome, but his features were still quite delicate. However, not only was this man handsome, he exuded a manly aura that was domineering without even the attempt to be.

Judging by his almost gem-like hair, shimmering in deep violets and blues, he was most definitely a member of the Crystal Dragon Clan. Not only this… But he was the father of Damaris and Giralda… Bane Agios!

Damaris gritted her teeth. "Yes, that's him."

Bane chuckled. "I thought you said you wanted to be his beast partner? Why are you suddenly so angry?"

"He actually cheated on me!" Damaris said in exasperation.

"Cheated?" Bane's expression turned cold. Did his daughter and this man have this sort of relationship? Judging by the women by his side, not to mention the fact the holy daughter of the Sapientia actually expressed love for him in her dying breaths, how could he accept such a thing?

However, hearing his daughter's next words, he almost had the impulse to give her a knock on the head.

"To think he would actually subdue another spineless dragon before obediently coming to me! How can I accept this!?"

The various elders of the Agios Clan felt their lips twitch. This princess of theirs was much too willful. She had not a speck of care for her image at all.

The Nephilim Gathering might be the Nephilim Alliance's in name, but many knew that the true owners of this place were the Dragons. Without fail, every 1000 years, the Dragons would occupy the topmost spots of the Heaven's Scroll. After all, Faith was sealed under the influence of the scroll.

There was no coincidence that the nine pillars that stood high in the sky were known as the Dragon Pillars. But, even as their Clan's heiress was throwing a tantrum, their thunder was actually being stolen by a human boy. It was no wonder they didn't have the patience to deal with Damaris' antics.

In the distance, Dyon slowly stood. He had never been worried about his daughter to begin with. Even though Ancient Giant was a Higher Existence, he had attacked from too far away. If they weren't under the influence of the scroll, Alauna would have died ten out of ten times even if the distance was 100 kilometers, let alone 10. But since they were, he could forget about harming his daughter.

However, this reality didn't change the fact that he was now thoroughly enraged.

"It seems that the Nephilim Alliance and Sapientia want to thoroughly fall out with me." Dyon said calmly.

Why was it that despite having Dyon right next to them, they chose to attack his daughter in the distance? Why was it that despite having his two women by his side, they chose to attack Alauna instead of attacking them in order to enact revenge?

It's because they had reservations in their heart. Even to now… They couldn't see through Dyon!

"You…" Ancient Giant trembled in embarrassment and rage. He had actually made a move on a junior, yet he completely failed! "… You killed the best genius of my Nephilim Alliance, and even killed the greatest genius of the Sapientia, yet you dare to say such words?! This kind of shameless, amoral swine isn't worthy of allying with the Powers of our Mortal Plane!"

"Are you asking if I'm allowed to oppose you from killing my own while I slaughter as I please…?" Dyon's eyes sharpened.

Despite the fact he was forced to look up at Ancestor Giant who stood at 30 meters tall, the latter still felt his heart quake.

"… That's exactly right." Dyon finished his words.

Dyon could have explained that he only killed the genius Ancestor because he had ill intentions toward his daughter. He could have also explained the long-standing grudge he had with Aritzia and how close she was to killing him and those he cared for…

However, what Dyon despised the most was having to explain himself. If they wanted to be enraged, they could be enraged. While they continued to rage, he would continue to be unreasonable.

"On this day… I really want to see if you can walk out of here alive." Ancestor Scholar said slowly.

In response to these words, Dyon's palm casually swatted outward.

In the next moment, the sound of a resounding slap reverberated through the quiet coliseum.

For those instances of time… There could only be silence.

"Your calmness is annoying." Dyon grabbed his own wrist, leisurely massaging and stretching it. "If you're angry, display anger. Feigning an otherworldly aura only makes those who stand above you see a jumping clown."

Ancestor Scholar's face had yet to recover. In fact, his head was still tilted off to the side. The slap had come so suddenly that he wasn't even able to react.

The biggest issue was that Dyon had moved nothing but his arm, he hadn't even sensed any qi fluctuations. From start to end, Ancestor Scholar had been maintaining a safe distance from Dyon, keeping his guard up. If the three Ancestors didn't have such reservations about Dyon, could matters have continued up to this point without them truly retaliating?

Yet, the sound of this slap was far too resounding.

'He… He folded space. But how is that possible?!'