Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Dyon released another weapon, descending upon the barrier with [Descending Palm], black flames and lightning coating his hands.

"[Vanishing Fists]!"

Gears of gold spun in Dyon's eyes, applying [Shrink] several times over and concentrating the already violent blackhole force of [Vanishing Fists] into an even tighter window.

It felt as though the world had collapsed. A ferocious tearing noise sounded as Dyon's One with Self [Vanishing Fists] finally crumbled the barrier.

Dyon shot forward once more, not having any idea the level of despair his wives and people were currently facing…

Dyon was completely unaffected… But this wasn't the case for others…

Why? Because this entire sequence had taken 12 hours…

And… Before he could even reach Oshire… Another one barrier appeared. Then a second. And a third.

Oshire's actions might have seemed like he was playing with the emotions of those watching, but the reality was that he was curious. No, more so intrigued.

Even after half a day of pouring his everything into shattering just a single barrier, even with his efforts only being rewarded by a challenge threefold that of the one he began with, the glint in Dyon's eyes never changed.

The prisoners of the Ragnor and Pakal Clan which Dyon had tied up before Odin City, including Chenglei, Eve and Lionel, felt their hearts shudder. The three never felt that their resolve was lacking. They always felt that the work they had put in over thousands of years was more than anyone else would ever be capable of suffering through. Yet… This seen before them struck a deep part of their souls.

Dyon didn't even hesitate when three new barriers appeared. In fact, he was also well aware that these barriers were many times thicker than the one he started with. But, without an ounce of emotion, his fists and weapons began to plow through the first.

Tears fell uncontrollably from the eyes of his wives. In truth, it wasn't just them… A swelling of emotion seemed to have overtaken the Mortal Alliance. The image of a single man throwing countless punches far surpassing the speed of sound for just as many hours should have been boring, it should have been enough for them to turn away, for them to sleep, for them to go about their days… But their eyes couldn't leave his image, no matter how hard they tried.

Days trickled by, barrier after barrier fell, but Oshire didn't move a single step.

Dyon was just a new Clan Head of a King God Clan, how could his Faith possibly last so long? It had already been a week since that silvery light gave out, fading away. It was completely oppressed by the swaths of golden robes Sapientia Ancestors in the sky, unable to do anything but fizzle out.

Madeleine wanted to put a stop to it all, to call out and say that she'd obediently return to the Sapientia Clan as long as it meant Dyon would be safe. However, she couldn't bring herself to do it.

What did it mean to be husband and wife? Maybe that was a question she wouldn't have known the answer to earlier in her life. Truthfully, she had set her heart on Dyon very early on. She simply didn't feel that she could ever love another man in her life. Such a possibility was impossible for her.

However, as time went on, she came to understand more and more about what such labels meant… The same way Dyon was willing to set aside his own thoughts for the sake of fulfilling her wish for a family, it was her role to support him how she could.

Her saying such words would be more devastating that anything Oshire could ever do to him… If she were ever to say such a thing… It would be the same as admitting that she no longer believed in him.

Madeleine held onto Clara and Ri's soft hands tightly. She knew they were all thinking the same thing. No matter what, even if Dyon died here, it was their duty as the wives of Dyon Sacharro to witness the fiery embers of his life to its end.

In the distance, Amphorae and Luna who had returned at their fastest possible speed stood frozen. Luna had long since wanted to intervene, but it was Amphorae who stopped her.

"This is his battle." She said softly. "This is the kind of man my husband is."

Hearing the words 'my husband' from Amphorae, Luna felt an inexplicable pang in her heart. She realized then that Clara, Ri, Madeleine and Amphorae had reasons beyond weakness for not intervening.

Over a year ago, she had decided to witness just what kind of man Dyon was. It was back then she realized that she really didn't understand much about the father of her child. And now she understood what truly separated herself from Dyon's true wives.

Her opal eyes focused on Dyon. Even with his near endless reserves of stamina, it was impossible for him to not be tired. The resolution in his eyes hadn't faded a single step, but his heavy breathing and paling skin told a completely different story.

If she ignored Amphorae's words and pushed forward anyway, could she even do anything?

As the ruler of a fifth of Sprite Alliance territory, she too had access to Faith, Moon Grade Faith at that.

However, the Sprite Alliance was exactly that, an Alliance… Even if they also had Planet Grade Faith, it would pale in comparison to the Sapientia who were a cohesive whole.

Of course, there was the fact she could simulate the strength of a Higher Existence with her ability. But, Heaven's Children weren't invincible. If they were, none of them would have ever been caught. Yet, there was a history of Heaven's Children being enslaved by Empires and leading them to prosperity.

What limited Heaven's Children the most…? It was will. They were suddenly restricted by a great force and their bodies were sapped of strength.