Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

While Thralls continued to allow themselves to be killed, would the Karls react in such a way? Of course not. Unlike their Thrall counterparts, despite being mere foot soldiers as well, the Karls still had matters to live for.

It was as though history was repeating itself right before Bjorn's eyes.

The Karls suddenly began to lash out against their Thrall counterparts.

"You spineless bastards, fight back!"

"Cowards!"

The Karls practically dried their mouths of liquid spewing out every insult they could think of. In the end, they even tried to appeal to empathy, to get the Thralls to think of their children and wives. But how could they know that even that wouldn't work?

Some of the Thralls laughed in the faces of the Karls. They finally felt it, some modicum of satisfaction in their dreary lives.

'Ha.' They thought. 'You need our help but we won't raise a single finger.'

The human psyche was a complex thing. Maybe the Karls knew that it wasn't the Thralls to blame, but rather the trash Commander who gave them the command to charge. Or maybe it was even worse than that… an infectious disease that rotted their lands to the core. But still, in the end, they chose to blame the Thralls, to lash out at them, even.

Alidor watched these matters from the sky coldly, inwardly shivering at the depth of Dyon's knowledge and scope of his briefings.

The wars to conquer Ragnor Gates would not be easy. The initial assault levied by Alidor took out less than 5% of their army. Bjorn reacted quickly, forcing them to retreat.

Under normal circumstances, Bjorn would likely have to give up another 5-10% of his army in a retreat to the next Tower, leaving about 90% of the army.

Of course, though these percentages were small, we were talking about tens of millions of warriors in this given battle. Giving up 10% of them was giving way to the deaths of millions. But, in the grand scheme, it was a miniscule number for a territory which had orders of trillions of people.

Understanding this truth, Alidor would never choose to pursue the enemy. He would first regroup, consolidate their gains, before planning the next attack.

However, Dyon emphasized that he must strike swiftly and decisively, and that he had to chase them down and grind them away.

Before, he had questioned it. Was it even possible to understand the psychology of such a large group of people so easily? Yet here it was… Before his eyes.

Bjorn grit his teeth. It would be helpless if he didn't take action. "On me!"

The elites of the Ragnor Army who responded sluggishly to the Commander's orders snapped awake immediately to Bjorn's call.

"Looks like it's our turn." Two dazzling beauties with violet hair and sapphire eyes appeared to Alidor's sides, their sexy figures writhing with excitement. Dyon finally let the Dream Panthers loose.

"Little Alidor, you're no fun, why didn't you let us come out and play earlier." The beauty to Alidor's left breathed into his ear.

Alidor felt a headache coming along. If it wasn't for his strong soul as an Innate Aurora wielder, he would have fallen for the tricks of these pair of sisters long ago. The legends about the Dream Panthers and the succubus weren't for nothing.

"Look at him, so handsome." The beauty to Alidor's right stroked his chest with a wondering hand.

'Is this sexual harassment at the workplace?' Alidor looked up into the skies, lamenting his misfortune.

He himself was quite the genius. However, because he focused on taking the Ethereal Permeation trials on the ground floor of the Epistemic Tower, his cultivation progress wasn't as fast as it could be. Currently, he was only a Lower Celestial.

Because he was so weak, he couldn't possibly be a match for two Pseudo-Dao Dream Panthers. In fact, even if he was at that level himself, it would still be doubtful as to whether he could win. The Dream Panthers' title as Supreme Beast was not empty.

"Don't be so frigid with us, wouldn't you like to take both us sisters to bed at the same time."

Alidor felt a shiver down his spine. It wasn't cold, as one might expect. But it was rather warm. It took him too long to realize that this was because the right beauty's hand had traveled far too low.

Alidor cleared his throat, pushing the two sisters away. He had an obligation as the last male heir of the Guatama Clan to reignite their bloodline. He couldn't possibly take Dream Panthers for wives considering their low birth rate, not to mention the fact it was impossible for them to mate with anyone other than a Dream Panther.

"Dariyah. Deema. They're almost here already, can you two focus please."

During the antics of the two beauties, Bjorn had already covered a distance of several kilometers, narrowing the gap to just tens of meters in an instant.

A long silver spear, ranging just about three meters with a thickness of almost four inches was grasped in his hands. Just looking at it made one feel heavy footed, who knew how Bjorn had entered the range of 10 000x gravity with it held so confidently in his hand.

To his back, he was followed by 3 dozen warriors, each of whom also wielded a spear. Alidor wasn't surprised by this, the spear was used by the overwhelming majority of the Ragnors, very few would choose another weapon, and even then, it would most likely be a polearm as well.

'37 Pseudo Dao warriors.' Alidor sent a glance toward the sisters.

In this army, they were the only experts of such caliber. The other Pseudo Dao warriors of the Five Beast Clans were allocated elsewhere.

Why? Because Dyon said just two of them would be enough.

If the Ragnors heard this, they would laugh so hard they might even rip the muscles that held their core together. The only reason the Ragnors only sent 37 Pseudo Dao experts was precisely because they also believed their warriors were of higher quality, especially when compared to the Five Beast Clans or the Uidah. This was even before one even began to consider their Berserk states and Valkyrie techniques.