Undying Warlord

"They have a pretty big base in Camsun…I wonder how many Lesser Gods their little Alliance has… probably not too many, otherwise, they would have killed the Sun God by now…or is there something else I didn't notice until now?"

Dilan was seated above the map of Camsun. Most parts of the map were grayed out because they didn't have any information about them.

The missing information made things quite difficult in terms of figuring out how strong Dilan had to be to conquer Camsun. There shouldn't be a True God in Milarn because they wouldn't receive many benefits from the Primordial Ascension, if there were any benefits, to begin with.

'Not even the few pieces of information we have about the Sun God are thorough… Looks like our situation was truly bad. The Oracle sent me back in time for a good reason, I guess…maybe I should thank her when I meet her again…though I hope that will never happen…'

Dilan knew a few pieces of information about a few different types of Angels. Usually, Angels were separated into two major kinds. One was considered True Angels, while the others were also labeled as the bad replication, the fake Angels, those who were merely trying to become True Angels just because they were convicted enough to follow Powers they couldn't create and release with their own might.

True Angels were Angels with a Mana Core in their body. Just like Nial and the majority of the known Universe, they cultivated and trained their Mana Core. It was exactly this reason that gave these Angels the 'justification' to become True Angels and be labeled such.

Angels are the purest creatures, which are born from light and mana and with the power over light and mana. Not all Angels had the affinity to control holy powers, but those who had were usually Elite Angels with two pairs of wings.

As for Archangels, the noblest creatures in the rows of Angels, they possessed powers ordinary Angels couldn't even fathom.

They were the Elite of the Elite, gifted with powers that allow them to rival Mythical Creatures from a young age.

These were True Angels.

As for the replication…the fakers, they were ought to be born in mana and light, but they possessed neither.

The Essence that circulated through their body like blood pumped through the veins of humans was different, stronger, and bound by the Laws of the Power they Contracted to in order to become the beings they were right now.

The fake Angels used Essence and the belief in their Power rather than the strength they were born with. There were also differences in the fake Angels, some were Elite Angels, capable of initiating stronger deals with the Law of the Power they desired…and then there were Archangels, existences with the ability to make multiple deals, gain more power as long as they followed the morale and ideals of their Power.

The need to follow a stronger might could have been considered as an equal to Angels following their Owner, the existence that reigned above everything in the Universe…yet it was the reason why Essence Angels were considered frauds.

And that was also the reason why Dilan considered them a Flawed Race. They had to follow the conviction of their Power in the hope to keep up their strength.

That was certainly not easy, which was one of the reasons why Dilan believed that his relationship with Ariel might not be as easy as he had first predicted.

"Whatever…" Dilan sighed and he got up from the bed.

He wanted to sleep but he didn't feel sleepy anymore. That simply mean it was time for him to enter the Gate once again.

Dilan closed the chat with Ariel Silvertale and he went to the group chapt of the Undying Group. Ben, Katja and Nicolas had been added a few minutes ago and Rory had informed the others that she would forward a report about the Basic Combat Training Simulations once she finished her first session.

Dilan was glad that Rory noticed her shortcomings and that she was ready to solve them. It was a good way to start, and Dilan typed and sent a message in the same chat a minute later.

[I'm back in the Gate. Will be back in a few days or if something happens.]

With that, he closed the chat and made his way inside the huge expanse of land inside the Gate. He searched for rare ingredients, collected a bunch of ores, and herbs and he fought against many hordes of monsters.

Searching for them was not difficult with his Mystic Eyes but Dilan didn't rush anything. Rather than fighting solely with his mana, abilities and techniques, he felt that it was necessary for him to follow the same, or at least, a similar path as his colleagues and friends.

The Combat Training Simulations were already engraved in his mind, including the Superior, Supreme, Ancient, and Primordial Deity difficulties!

He was not sure if the 341st Lesser Shard of the Queen's Image had these difficulties, especially the last two, but it would be fine even without them. He could just use everything that had been engraved on his mind for the last 10,000 years. It was impossible for him to forget even the faintest detail about the Training Simulations even if he wanted to.

Thus, he used the monster hordes as his opponents to hone his skills as a martial artist of all weapons, after all, Oricalm was a shapeless weapon, something that could be used for everything as long as it was used properly.

Dilan was ready to get to know Oricalm because that was certainly necessary for them to gain great momentum and compatibility. He was certain that Oricalm was the perfect weapon for him and it was also possible for him to sense that the Soul Weapon was thankful to him for having taken him out of the Hell of Time, also labeled as the City of Trials.

"I wonder if the City of Trials will cease to exist now that Nial will never enter them…"