Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

An eruption the likes of which the Celestial Quadrant hadn't seen in countless epochs burst forth. A tidal wave of qi, ferocity and blood exploded as the front lines of two armies crashed.

Both Emperor Pakal and Lord Odin the Sixth were completely enraged, the latter far more than the former. While Emperor Pakal believed this to be a ploy of the Ragnors and had lost his cool, Lord Odin couldn't believe what his Elder Fey had just done. Among the twelve, three of them were his concubines. He just couldn't wrap his head around why they would all do something so foolish simultaneously. And, even if they were going to take such actions, how could they not speak to him first?!

It was then Lord Odin began to understand that this had to be some sort of ploy. Were his own people betraying him?

No… That didn't make sense. The 12 Elder Fey were still fighting valiantly on the side of the Ragnors. In fact, they were performing exceptionally well, slaughtering waves of Pakals with their every step.

Could it be they simply believed this was the best course of action and didn't want him to object to their opinions?

For the first time in his life, Lord Odin felt as though he had been played. No… This was the second time. The first was after he lost his son Loki in a fashion he could hardly understand.

To this day, Lord Odin still believed Loki died after offending The Entity. This was the only way he believed the Ragnors could lose connection with Loki's Faith Seed even after sacrificing so much to chain it with Karma.

In addition, there was no way Connery would tell him what really happened, because he shouldn't have been qualified to know. If he spoke of such truths, he would expose his identity as a servant of The Entity, which would make his mission far more difficult.

In the end, those two feelings of helplessness melded into one, forming an incomprehensible emotion that made Lord Odin's chest ache. It was then that his gaze met Emperor Pakal's enraged appearance.

Emperor Pakal stood at 2.5 meters tall. His chest was bare, chains of gold hanging from his neck.

His roar shook the battle, his anger clear for all to see.

In that instant, his height shot up another meter and a second pair of arms sprouted from his sides.

Four battle axes half the size of his massive body entered his palms, savagely reaping the lives of everyone in his path.

According to convention, an Emperor should never fight on the frontlines in this way. But it was as though Emperor Pakal had thrown all such things to the back of his mind. He wanted nothing more than to carve a path toward Lord Odin and lop that arrogant head off of his shoulders.

"SLAUGHTER THESE BASTARD RAGNORS!"

Within the Ragnor army, to Lord Odin's side, Lionel's frown set in so deeply that he didn't notice that he had gripped Eve's hand too tightly.

"Lionel!" She called out in a hushed voice, her white hair fluttering.

When Eve first met Dyon, it was directly after she stole Delia's Constitution Awakening Pill under the guise of 'studying' it. Delia had been so naïve back then that she believed this woman who was once her Senior Sister.

Dyon was so angered by this that he slapped Eve and directly shattered her jaw. He then exposed the fact that despite cultivating a technique that called for chastity, she had already lost her virginity and was thus doomed to mediocrity for the rest of her life.

After those events, Eve had fallen from the status of blessed goddess to cheap whore. But… one thing was made clear by these events. If she hadn't truly loved Lionel, she would have never followed him.

After suffering through so much together, their bond was no less strong than the bond Dyon had with his own wives. Even the Lionel who once did everything for the sake of power, even betraying his own family, couldn't bring himself to do the same to Eve.

So, when Eve saw Lionel's frown, knowing her husband so well, she immediately understood what he was thinking about.

"… This…" Lionel said, willing himself to weaken his grip on Eve's small, soft hand. "… Someone is pulling us by puppet strings."

Lionel's formerly one blue and one red eye had become deep black after his bloodline was stripped from him. But, they were no less sharp.

"… But who?"

Lionel's jaw set. "Logic says that it could only be the Sapientia… Their position amongst us is too dubious and it was Connery Sapientia who said that this was a good idea in a roundabout fashion… It can't be the Pakals because this location is too stupid… But…"

Lionel looked across the battlefield, his eyes meeting with a man whose gaze looked identical to his own.

"Dyon."

They spoke the ill-fated name simultaneously.

Each of them had seen the recording of a 'Pakal' killing the Raven Clan scion. Back then, they had thought the person looked familiar, but he was simply too different. This was after Dyon had awakened his Titan Diamond Body constitution, so everything from his eye to even his hair color had changed.

In addition, they too fell for the same trick. Dyon had distorted the image, making them believe that they were seeing through his secrets to his true form, causing them to ignore the similarities in the original image.

It was only now they realized, only now they understood.

"Dyon! You coward! Come out and fight me!" Chenglei soared in his Dragon Form, pulling the eyes of everyone present toward a sleek black eastern dragon spanning several kilometers.

No matter how enraged both sides were, this image was too stunning. Everything froze.

Chenglei wasn't as narrowminded as one might believe.

Yes, it was true that he was almost the reason for Madeleine losing all of her talent to Akihiko. Yes, it was true that his Clan was responsible for many of the horrors Dyon's Mortal World suffered. Yes, it was true that his grandfather was almost the reason for Dyon's death.

But, in the end, had he gone to seek Dyon for revenge?