Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

The faint growls of Little Yin's rage only reached the guild guards because she allowed it. After her and her brother's existences were anchored in this timeline by their contract with Dyon, she could freely control these things as she pleased. She wanted these people to know that that attack was not a fluke, Clara was protected!

When one speaks of the battle bloodline of the Celestial Hamster, it's only really possible to mention it with vague generalizations. Even for the race themselves, the only thing that they were certain of was the fact that it only appeared within the royal lineage.

Little Yin herself wasn't entirely aware of just how she awoke, but she had a vague understanding. From her birth, until now, the range of emotions Little Yin had felt was limited. Much like a child who had yet to learn the pain and horror of the world, her small eyes were tinted by a rose color that hard to remove.

This might sound ridiculous. After all, how could a race born with so much knowledge of the world possibly be this level of innocent. But, it could only be explained that Little Yin and Yang had mentalities similar to that of True Empaths.

Little Lyla faced many horrors in her youth. Even after Dyon saved her from that fate, this didn't stop her ability to sense the pain of others. It could be said that every traumatic experience Dyon went through, Little Lyla felt as though it was her going through them instead.

Imagine that, a little girl facing such a thing. Yet, Little Lyla never lost her mind like Jade did. It could only be said that her constitution was tailored for the abilities of a True Empath. Maybe this sort of immunity to despair is what makes the entity such an enigma… Because the first time in its life that it truly felt that emotion, it sent the world into a spiral of destruction.

Little Yin was similar in this way. Though she seemed to be more caring that her elder brother, she had the disposition of a passive observer to the world. That was why the moment she saw Clara's defenseless body and the obscene look in the guild guard's eye, an unknown emotion she had never felt before coursed through her. Before she realized what happened, the fluctuations of space and time that had always protected her passively seemed to raise to a new level.

The four remaining guild guards froze.

That attack… There was no warning, it was as though it appeared out of nowhere. Just what happened?

Unfortunately, they didn't get the chance to think any longer before their own visions of the world seemed to split in two. By the time they realized this splitting world was actually the result of their eyes falling in two separate directions, it was too late for regret.

The captain who ordered this approach froze. Those five men weren't extraordinarily powerful, they were barely middling around the lower celestial realm. But, that didn't mean it was simple to just kill five of them so quickly and silently. Even a peak celestial would have to appear at least, right?

Plus, he was a pseudo-dao expert, so how in the hell would any normal individual hide from his senses? The more he thought about it, the more his trembling increased.

"C-c-captain, c-can't we just leave this alone? This is well above our paygrade."

The captain scowled. "You fool. How about you go and tell the Sapientia that? Why are you talking to me about something so ridiculous?"

"B-but captain, what else can we do if not retreat?"

"Send in the heavy armor guild guards!" The captain knew he couldn't back down. Those who opposed that witch's orders had a habit of disappearing and never being heard from again. The most fearsome part was that anyone who remembered those disappearing individuals seemed to disappear as well.

Not long later, a group of heavily armored celestials moved forward. It looked as though they were outfitted with large, mechatronic body skeletons as opposed to what one might expect from normal heavy armor.

What an insult. These mechatronic suits were the darling creation of the Weapon's Guild Head, yet they were now being used to bully a young disciple he was fond of.

'These suits are one of the strongest trump cards the guild guard has. With them, it's possible to fight an entire tier above your level. I don't believe that they can be easily dealt with!'

Who knew whether the captain truly believed these words or if he was trying to make himself feel better? If this really failed, it would be too difficult to explain the loss of 20 sets of heavy armor worth a 100 000 dao stones each. Even if he spent his whole life working he'd never be able to pay it back.

Unfortunately, luck wasn't on the captain's side.

The moment the 20 heavy armored warriors approached, staunch resolve in their eyes, a scene those present would never forget took place.

The pristine armors suddenly began to rust. Their joints stiffened and their silver finish turned rotten.

The captain couldn't believe what he was seeing. Was this some sort of metal ore earth dao he had never heard of? Why did it seem like these top of the line armors were …. Aging?

An instant later, it was over. The very same unpredictable and undetectable fluctuations of space rippled. Just like that, 20 more warriors fell and 2 000 000 dao stones disappeared into a puff of rust and blood.

Little Yin's body shivered, her small, bead-like, black eyes flashing with a tint of red. Her muscles and fur were stretched taut as steam emitted from her mouth.

Dyon hadn't sent her here to battle. He didn't even know such a thing would occur. His only will was for Little Yin to keep Clara company so she'd remember that there'd be a day when he'd come personally to take her back and wash Planet Sapientia in blood.