Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

Chapter 1936 Analyze

For one, none of the warriors Dyon had called up to fight had struggled even remotely. This meant that while they only had 5 such geniuses of the caliber of the 3rd ranked, Dyon had more than a dozen at the very least. 

Secondly, Dyon himself had yet to take action. And, neither had the four beauties by his side. 

This was truly a tragic day for the Sprite Alliance. Many of their highest ranked elders watching on had to be held back from acting rashly. If they had to step in personally for a battle of youths, they would do nothing but humiliate the Sprite Alliance further. 

The issue was that their 1st and 2nd ranked geniuses weren't currently there. They were only now rushing back, so they had no choice but to endure. 

However, even while they were stressing over these matters, others were laughing at them. In fact, many of their so-called tourists had begun reporting these matters to their own powers while also beginning to curiously analyze this Sacharro Clan… 

"I guess there's no one left." Dyon shook his head. "Let's go." 

Instead of leaving the center of the Sprite Alliance Territory, Dyon actually walked forward. He didn't spare a single glance toward the Sprite youths sprawled on the ground, half dead as he directly enter the looming tower. 

"Since the Sprite Alliance was so kind as to open their martial grounds to us poor tower quadrant geniuses, we'll be sure to take full advantage. Though, I'm a bit of a difficult guest, so I hope you'll understand if I make this area my own." 

With a surge of his aura, a strong wind will swept through the martial grounds' surroundings, throwing the bloodied bodies and limbs of sprite geniuses a distance away and clearing out the entrance. 

Like this, Dyon and his Demon Generals took the pride of the Sprite Alliance for themselves. 

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This was a group of Sapientia who came to the Sprite Alliance to sightsee. But they never expected to find such great entertainment waiting for them.

"Tower Quadrants, he says? Since when did those poor quadrants birth so many geniuses?" 

One of the Sapientia frowned. "I don't think we should be laughing."

"Oh? Why's that?" 

The group of Sapientia looked over toward the young man who spoke with interested gazes. 

The culture of Sapientia was quite a unique one. They fancied themselves to be refined and noble individuals not in terms of lineage, but rather in terms of character as well. 

The Sapientia were the only Clan in existence who didn't care for bloodlines and only valued talent above all else. This was why many of their greatest geniuses married commoners. To them, your lineage didn't matter as long as you yourself were a great talent. It was for this reason that the Sapientia Ancestor's first words were an attempt to recruit Dyon rather than rebuke him. 

All of this was to say that many Sapientia, regardless of what their true personalities may or may not be, always acted calm and refined on the surface. This scene here of a collection of them, numbering a bit over a half dozen, sipping tea at noon, was quite a common occurrence. 

So, even though this young man's words were contradictory to their own feelings, they didn't have a great reaction to them, but rather listened on with interest. 

"I believe you're all aware that Aritzia has come back, no?" 

"Of course. A great genius of our Sapientia Clan, indeed." 

"Well, the details of her failure should also be clear to you. It was none other than to this Sacharro Clan that she was handed her defeat by. More accurately, by this Dyon Sacharro individual specifically." 

"Ah, so it seems the Sprite Alliance wasn't the first to take a loss to this Dyon Sacharro… To defeat Aritzia, he truly isn't simple. Have we not tried to have him join our family?" 

"It likely isn't so simple. I hear he has a great hatred for our Clan, though I'm not certain why." 

"Isn't it obvious? Since Aritzia put herself in a position to lose to him, it means that she acted against him first. She likely crossed his bottom line… it's a shame. Geniuses like him do not change their minds easily, it's better to simply kill him." 

"Well, you have fun with that. I'm not sure how you plan on killing him without the use of your Faith. By my estimates, he's not just marginally stronger than those Demon Generals of his. The gap should be massive. The most conservative estimate is that he's on par with the Sprite Alliance's Battle Gods. The most damning estimate is that he's even beyond them."

"We should discuss this. In all likelihood, this is the best opportunity we have to kill him. He's arrogant and riding high, currently. If we ignore the possibility of offending the Sprite Alliance and use our Faith in their capital, we can rid ourselves of a future problem right now." 

"We should discuss the possibility, yes. But I'm of the belief that our conclusion will be that it's not worth it."

"Oh, why do you say so, sister?" 

"It's a simple deduction, really. Any man who can defeat Aritzia is not a fool."

"I see what you mean… Since he's acting so arrogantly at the very center of the Sprite Alliance's Capital, he definitely has something to rely upon. It may not be so easy to kill him as we think." 

"Indeed. A man like this must receive the utmost care. We need to diligently plan to take him down."

"I don't think it's our turn to do so." A Sapientia youth laughed. "Aritzia has likely been planning for her next attempt since she lost almost half a century ago, now. Whatever she can come up with will be far beyond our own abilities, simply let her deal with it. As for us, let's simply enjoy the show."