Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

She had been a bit spoiled by the fact thousands of them existed in Soul Universe. But, if she thought about it, a few thousand in comparison to a population of trillions… That was still incomparably rare, no? 

"If you're going there, wear something else." Ri said with a pout. 

Putting his hands up in mock defeat, Dyon bent to his wife's wishes. Maybe it really was inappropriate for him to go there wearing sweats. 

With a snap of his fingers, his entire aura changed. 

Robes of royal blue, silver and gold appeared in his body. Maybe it really was that the clothes made the man because the instant this occurred, those watching suddenly realized that this seemingly normal young man was maybe even more handsome than his wives were beautiful. 

His eyes twinkled with a sharp golden light. His jaw was firm and masculine, synergizing with him careless smile. His hair, short filaments of goldish brown, waved gently in the wind…

He looked no different from an Emperor that ruled over countless nations. 

The cashier beauty felt her heartbeat quicken out of her control. Was this really the same man who was making dirty jokes in her shop just minutes ago? 

"Let's go." 

Dyon took a step and vanished. It wasn't just him, but his wives and the Spear Queen as well. Each of them had disappeared as though they were never there to begin with. 

'How is that possible…' Numerous spatial sprites felt their worlds turn upside down. Was it possible for an expert to manipulate space without their knowledge? 

'Just where did they go?' 

This was the foremost thought in everyone's minds. But, they could have never expected that their question wouldn't take very long to be answered. It was just that Dyon appeared in a place they would have never guessed. 

One might expect the center of a capital to hold the seat of their rulers, maybe a government building, or a parliament of sorts. However, the center of the Sprite Capital was nothing of the sort. 

Before it stood a tower structure, a magnificent sight indeed. However, it wasn't a palace, or a castle, a monument or even a parliament… It was a martial land, a training ground for the very best. 

The so-called true training program the Sprite Alliance promised? It was right here. 

One after another, Dyon and his Demon Generals began to appear. Amid a constant growing number of hostile stares toward these strangers, Dyon's personal army grew to over 3000. 

However, before disdain could set in, the crumpled body of their Spear Queen was carelessly tossed to the ground, causing their pupils to constrict into pinholes. 

"See, I did have a good plan. Now we don't have to deal with fodder. I'm good, right?" Dyon grinned. 

"You call this a plan?" Clara muttered. "You're basically just declaring war." 

Dyon's gaze turned cold. "Since they dared lay hands on my daughter, death is too good for them. I'll start with humiliation." 

Dyon's chest expanded slightly. A moment later, his voice covered the whole of the planet. 

"I hear that Sprites shamelessly claim to be the greatest race of humans in this era. I'm of the opinion that this is nothing but bullshit. 

"For every second you all waste my time, I'll kill another sprite and hang them up. Maybe if you don't respond fast enough, I'll start with your precious pink panty wearing Spear Goddess." 

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"Who…?!" 

This sort of instigation was bad enough, but it appearing at the very center of the Sprite Alliance was another slap to the face entirely. 

Numerous powerhouses turned their senses toward the martial training grounds, only to find that an entire lineup of 3000 warriors stood expressionlessly behind four women and one man. 

Just what was going on? They couldn't seem to understand. 

These people weren't Sapientia. They obviously weren't giants because there were no fluctuations of those special shape changing treasures. There were no Devil Qi fluctuations either, and though some of them were beasts, the majority of them were not. 

And what were those words he said about their Spear Queen?! 

The more Dyon's words echoed, the greater the rage became. Even those in secluded training charged out of the martial training tower, looking on with gazes that seemed to be capable of killing. 

"This is much less fanfare than I was expecting. You'd think as geniuses they'd move faster than this." Dyon muttered to himself as he raised a finger. 

A beam of dark red flames left his finger, piercing the collarbone of a sprite genius who was on the verge of opening his mouth to speak what Dyon thought must have been some threatening words. But quite frankly, he didn't have the patience to listen. 

A pained raw left the sprite youth's lips as he collapsed, his body shivering in pain. The gathering sprite geniuses who were just on the verge of all but rioting were suddenly frozen solid. 

The youth now crying in pain on the ground wasn't just anybody. In fact, none of them were nobodies. If they could enter these training grounds, they the best of the absolute best. And yet, it took nothing but a single finger for him to be completely incapacitated. 

At this moment, the unconscious Spear Queen began to finally come to. 

"Ainica!" 

An enraged roar shook the Sprite Alliance Capital. A young man with eyes the color of hot coals and hair alternating between a shimmering ivory and dark magenta involuntarily called out the moment he saw the Spear Queen's state. 

The ground beneath his feet splintered and shook, his aura climbing at unprecedented speeds. 

'Middle Dao Formation Stage, hm?... Still not enough. Until those youths who are worthy of taking Martial Saint Pills appear, this is nothing but a waste of time.' Dyon thought plainly. 

"Aredhel." Dyon said lightly. 

"Yes, Successor!" 

Vice Commander Aredhel stepped forward with a light, carefree smile on his face. If it wasn't for the fact his ears were that of normal humans, one could easily mistake him for a prince of elves. 

His steps were light. Despite the heavy black armor on his body, he seemed to float as though he was nothing more than a feather. 

Twins sabers appeared in his hands, but their frame was so slight and frail that many believed they couldn't possibly be the weapons of a man. 

The sprite youth who called out the Spear Queen's name twitched with rage. To send a mere 1st Stage Dao Realm warrior to battle him… This was an insult he wouldn't stand for!