Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

Chapter 1846 Gates of Hell

Dyon smiled lightly as a slight relieving laughter swept through the group. 

They knew well how fiery the temper of their leader was, but they also appreciated that he could joke around with them like this. 

Some among the geniuses chosen had been by Dyon's side long before he reached such an overwhelming height, so they knew his words weren't empty. 

"That said… Anyone who slights our Mortal Alliance deserves a punishment fitting of their crimes. You are all my Sacharro Clan's chosen seedlings. I have high hopes for you all. I don't expect you to lower your heads to anybody, nor would I ever ask you such a thing. 

"Perform well and earn the right to your pride. Maybe in a hundred years, the tower quadrants will be our own to command." 

The involuntary Presence laced within Dyon's words made the geniuses tremble. It was clear a fire had been lit in each and every one of them. 

To the far left, the elvin geniuses stood. They were led by Zaltarish, Dyon's devilishly handsome former rival with a light shade of grey skin and sparkling red eyes. To his back, familiar figures like his elder hulking sister, his now wife Mithrandir, and Ri's childhood friend Primrose stood. 

Next came the Pakals. Their youths could obviously only be led by Caedlum whose strength had spiked after comprehending the true Legacy of the Pakals. 

Next came the Belmonts. They were led by Lionel's little sister Stella who had grown into a fine woman. Her violet hair flowed, and her one blue and one red eye twinkled with battle intent. 

Not far from her rival came Aoife. One would think that after reuniting with her mother, she would be a bit less abrasive in her relationships, but it seemed that Saru's Death Guard had the opposite effect on her child. 

When one thought about it, it made sense. Since this was the same woman who supposedly bedded a man as ferocious as Patriarch Mino, she would of course birth such a daughter. 

There was no doubt that Aoife was the leader of the Mino Clan youths. 

Next came the Ragnors. Many of their upper echelon had been completely weeded out, and many of their talents had had their cultivations cleansed by Dyon's pills, but they still had strength. How could they not when they were led by Thor? 

Without the need to shackle and hide his Faith Seed any longer, both he and Caedlum had soared to new heights. Dyon was already considering making them both Vice Commanders. 

They weren't the only ones in consideration either, because next came…

The Sicarius Clan. A Clan of assassins that were once sworn to protect the Belmont Clan. They were led by none other a proudly standing Ava! ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ ɴovᴇl_Firᴇ.ɴet

Her curves were tightly held by silver armor alternating into white leather, her fiery red hair whipped in the wind, and the light smile on her face played with the hearts of the men around her. She was truly a perfect balance of beauty and power. 

Then came the Raven Clan. Who else could they be led by if not Dyon's own disciple? They didn't have the talent to make a large impact, but Pjisel most certainly did. 

Though his cultivation had been cleansed, his body had improved to the higher celestial realm due to Dyon's pills. In addition, thanks to his increased talent and resources, he had already cultivated back up to the Essence Gathering Realm in the less than year since his energy cultivation was taken. 

Then, there was the Silver Clan. They were another Clan that should have been too weak to participate but were lifted up by their leader – Silver Fang!

Thanks to Dyon, Silver Fang's human path had been refined to a new height. He still had much room for improvement and pleaded for this chance to prove himself and fight for a place for his Clan. 

Silver Fang knew well that the merits earned in the next hundred years would lay the foundation for many powerful Clans of the Mortal Alliance. He couldn't allow his Silver Clan to fall behind! 

Then there was the Guatama. Having erased the Uidah name, Alidor proudly led the former Uidah. Familiar faces like Abraham and Dravil stood to his back, eager for battle. Though Nora was still enraged by their actions as the former First Celestial Daughter, she too participated. 

Following this, there were the Soul Universe Clans. They were too weak to survive on their own, so many had decided to come under one banner, the Soul Clan! They were led by Donari! 

Then there came Dyon's own God Son Sarid, leader of the Jafari Clan! After returning from his Emperor Trials, he had gained a hidden sharpness. Dyon was eager to see his improvement. 

At the center of it all, the Demon Generals proudly took the helm. No matter how much support Dyon gained, he would always remember that they were the first. 

Back then, Dyon had only been a weak boy with no cultivation. Yet, they had the integrity to follow him… 

One might think that they did so simply because he was named that annoying old man's successor, but Dyon knew how much these Generals loved and were thankful for old man Sageras. Since the Demon Sage hated his successor so much, how could they not also hate him?

Yet, they put those feelings aside to express their gratitude, knowing Dyon had saved their lives. 

Now, years later, their choice had been proven correct. For Dyon, they ride through the Gates of Hell!

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Soul Clan territory was once more as bustling as it had been just a year or so prior. The only difference this time was that it was filled with the spring of youth. Geniuses from all across the tower quadrants, led by their various elders and patriarchs, had all come to this one place. 

Though these youths often gathered within the Epistemic Tower, one had to remember that the tower had an inner world spanning countless million kilometers. Even if they all entered at once, these genius among geniuses wouldn't be likely to meet each other.