Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"In order to make this alliance of theirs work, the Pakals will need to lie." Dyon became serious. "The Ragnors still believe that the Pakals have control over the Epistemic Tower. The Pakals know that they don't, but they also don't have the ability to convince the Ragnors of otherwise. If they try to, talks will fall through.

"Instead, the Pakals will likely 'admit' that they do have access to the Epistemic Tower, but claim that it's deep within Uidah territory. This will be the carrot that lures the Ragnors. They'll come to an understanding that the only way to control the Epistemic Tower would be to conquer the Uidah. Sweeping away the Beast Clans will just be a matter of convenience, especially since the Ragnors can't access Uidah territory without first conquering the Beast Clan universes that attach to it.

"The Pakals and Ragnors will definitely decide on this pincer attack approach, trying to sweep the Uidah away from both sides."

"But what will they think of the suppression?" Abraham asked. "Won't they be suspicious when they realize that neither one of them actually has control over King Universe?"

"I don't plan on letting them get that far. When the Pakals and Ragnors meet, do you really believe it will be a normal meeting?"

"You can't mean…"

"That's right. I'm pushing for a decisive battle on my playing field.

"It's impossible that the Ragnors and Pakals will choose to meet without bring their greatest warriors with them. I have no doubt that they will also bring their armies as well. Only then will they feel secure and lay down their weapons to have talks of peace."

"You want to take the Pakals and Ragnors out in a single battle?!" Abraham and Dravil abruptly stood, their hearts palpitating uncontrollably.

"I'll destroy them both at once." Dyon exuded an air of control, there wasn't a shred of doubt in his heart.

He understood his path forward the moment Nixie told him that King Universe held the key. There was no opportunity greater than this.

All of the Pakal and Ragnor upper echelon would be gathered in one place. Dyon doubted that they would choose to meet in King Universe because both thought the other had already conquered it. They would definitely meet in a place where neither had the advantage, where suppression didn't exist. That left only one option: A Dao Gate!

What they didn't know was that the Gates were Dyon's backyard. He could instantly teleport an army beyond their imagining to any Gate within Celestial Quadrant. The moment they entered, they'd only more firmly attach themselves to his puppet strings.

If Dyon tried to conquer them one by one, it would take him decades, if not centuries. But, if he took this approach, in as little as one more year, Celestial Quadrant would be his!

"Let's go." Dyon said, exiting the meeting room with his white battle armor fluttering. "There's one more thing we must do before this battle."

**

"You've battled well together today sisters!" Hela raised up a giant wooden jug of ale, her lithe, enticing figure chugging an amount that shouldn't have been impossible.

Her breasts bounced within her armor, revealing ever so slight edges of pink that could make one's nose bleed. But, luckily, there was no one here but women.

A loud cheering sound of delicate, soothing voices sang.

This was a sight the Ragnor men would kill to be a part of, or at least see, but it was unfortunate that none were allowed here. This was the Fey Base of King Universe, installed in the center of central cluster, ready for battle at any moment.

The Base was dug underground and hidden within a hollowed out moon, but the atmosphere was still quite lively, flushed with lights and beautiful white-gold decorations. It was definitely a home that could only be created with a woman's touch.

Still, within this atmosphere, as the Fey chugged, a slight guilty light shone in Hela's eyes. But, when she thought of her true purpose, she pushed it down forcefully.

One after another, Fey began to fall into a deep sleep. Though Dyon told Hela that she could pretend to fall asleep as well, she chose to face the moment head on.

"Hela?"

An older Fey began to look around suspiciously. It wasn't just her, but many. There were hundreds, no thousands of Fey in this massive dining hall, and suddenly so many of them fell asleep, it would take a fool to not understand what was happening, and even then it was too obvious.

It was clear immediately that only the most powerful Pseudo-Dao and Dao Formation Realm Fey managed to stay awake, and even then, the pseudo dao experts felt incredibly sluggish.

Yet, Hela, as a mere celestial, seemed perfectly fine. She was very obviously the odd woman out…

"Teacher." Hela looked toward the middle aged Fey with sad eyes. "I can't continue to live this life… The sacrifices I've made… Odin the Sixth isn't worthy of my sweat, blood and tears. He isn't worth yours either."

The older Fey blinked at Hela's words. Such blaspheming utterances… Did anyone else dare to speak them?

It was then that the older Fey sensed a powerful presence. No… It was more accurate to say that this person allowed himself to be sensed.

For the first time, a man entered the Fey Base.

"You…"

The older Fey looked from Hela, to Dyon, then back to Hela. She couldn't believe that the little girl she had raised with so much care and affection could actually betray her in this way.

She suddenly became angry. The words Hela said went in through one ear and out the other. If it was really just Odin the Sixth content with the state of affairs, could the Ragnor Clan have been so thoroughly rotten from the inside out?

One way or another, this older Fey, Fausta Ragnor, was a concubine of Odin the Sixth. She was as deeply entrenched into the horrors of their Clan as one could be.