Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1775 Bow (1)

Chapter 1775 Bow (1)

Having long since scouted Ragnor territory, how could he not be aware of their ancestral formation? This lightning formation had protected them for countless thousands of years and they had planned to use it once more to protect against Dyon. Unfortunately for them, Dyon had already seen through the essence of the formation long before he began this war.

The roads paved with energy stones were the very paths that constructed this array. Others might just think the Ragnor Clan was overly extravagant, but Dyon knew the truth.

A mighty blast seemed to erupt from Dyon's body. No one could imagine that its true source was a small tower shrunk to the size of a single atom.

Os.h.i.+re didn't have much of a reaction to Dyon's quick response. Though it was impressive, and the blast being even more so, was it that much more impressive than what Dyon had already accomplished? To now, Dyon had already been elevated to its greatest height in his mind… Even if he found out Dyon was somehow his own father, it wouldn't rise any further…

He watched as the ma.s.sive lightning formation collapsed. There was no overwhelming destruction. Rather, it was as though the formation was disintegrating before their eyes… as though it was never there to begin with.

Immediately afterward, Dyon tore through the skies, rus.h.i.+ng toward Os.h.i.+re as though everything depended on it.

"I'm not very powerful…" Connery said blandly. "… If I was, I wouldn't have to use such roundabout methods… Methods that seem to have failed in the end…

"You made a mistake coming to face me here. In your home universe, due to the actions of His Lords.h.i.+p, access to the Heavens and Faith is stifled, so I could only remain lowkey… But here…

"Do you know why the Sapientia trusted such an important mission to someone as weak as I am?"

Finally, Dyon sensed Os.h.i.+re's true cultivation. He was … a higher celestial?!

"It's because I'm a Prince."

Faith the likes of which Dyon had never felt before crashed down from the skies. It felt as though the world was collapsing.

Nothing about Os.h.i.+re had changed. He was still a middle-aged man, cleanly shaven with long black hair and deep golden eyes hidden behind crystal framed gla.s.ses s.h.i.+mmering with a slight green.

However, somehow, everything had changed.

The skies opened up. Clouds of thin gold descended, radiating with dignity. Soon, one figure after another began to appear. Even with his divine sense, Dyon couldn't count them all in a short time. They seemed to extend to infinity, a bloodline so deep and so prestigious that Dyon's body refused to stop trembling.

Dyon had planned for so many things. He thought of a possibility where Connery had hidden his power. He thought of what might happen if he managed to contact the main Sapientia Clan, and accounted for such. He diligently laid the groundwork before even daring to come here. Yet, he could have never expected such a result.

Connery didn't hide his power at all, he had always displayed his true cultivation. There were no hidden channels here… Because there didn't need to be.

The reality that a mere higher celestial, an existence Dyon had long been able to pinch to death with little to no effort, could casually stand before him without a hint of fear was more frustrating than Dyon could put into words.

Maybe it was only now he understood that it wasn't just information wasn't the only thing that made it impossible to build an Emperor G.o.d Clan in a single generation… This… This Faith… This was what became the roadblock for so many young ambitious talents.

At this moment, the Mortal Alliance army had already retreated, using Dyon's timely warning to hover a distance away from Planet Ragnor. But, even with this distance, a cold sweat matted their backs. This power… It was too much.

The citizens of Odin City looked up in shock. They understood better than anyone what this phenomenon was. They had seen many displays of Faith before… But never like this.

Looking toward Dyon's trembling body, Os.h.i.+re didn't have much of a reaction. One would expect to see a gloating expression, or maybe a hint of pride at the very least, but there was no such light in Os.h.i.+re's gaze.

He no longer had to pretend to be the ambitious tyrant that was Connery. For the first time in too long, he could be himself. And Os.h.i.+re wasn't that kind of man.

"Though it's a bit shameless, I'm too weak and untalented to use any other means… I can only say that though I am sorry, I cannot move from the path I've chosen for myself. It's already much too late for that.

"What I can do for you is give you an opportunity. Young Madeleine's Sapientia blood is n.o.bler than you know. And, you should be aware of the fact we of the Sapientia Clan do not hinder marriages with those from weak Clans. As long as you are a genius, we prefer those with weaker backgrounds.

"Through young Madeleine, there's no issue at all with you gaining the favor of the Sapientia Clan, you're more than qualified. As a weak Prince, such bureaucratic matters are about all I can guarantee you. How you fair the rest of the way will depend on yourself.

"If you reject… There's nothing more I can do for you…"

Dyon's palms opened and closed as though he was trying to stretch his ligaments. His body still involuntarily trembled, nothing he did seemed to stop it. It was as though he was a mortal in chilly weather, except for the fact he felt uncomfortably hot. The feeling was odd.

"What's your real name?" Dyon asked, doing his best to keep his voice steady, but failing.

"It's unimportant… But I'm sure you'd find out soon enough." Looking toward Dyon with a bland expression, he responded, his voice smooth, unhurried and emotionless. "My name is Os.h.i.+re. Os.h.i.+re Sapientia."