Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"Do you really want to keep doing this? Do you think you'll have a place here when all of this is over?" The Poison Guild Head sneered toward the Weapon's Guild Head, his snide comments just as sharp as usual.

"You don't feel embarrassed?" A silver robed middle aged man rebutted, clear disgust on his aged features. "Isn't it obvious to you that the Sapientia haven't kept their word? And now you want me to take action against one of my own disciples for their pleasure? If you want to leave this room, you'll have to step over my dead body."

The Poison Guild Head erupted into laughter. "Were you really so naïve to believe that the Sapientia ever had a shred of good in them? The inferior swine of the martial world might fall for their tricks, but how can you call yourself a dao expert if you're so naïve?

"This was never about who was right and who was wrong. It's about who has the most power. The Sapientia you've seen is just the tip of the iceberg, but you really want to go against that? You're a fool. They don't care about your feelings, they wouldn't even blink an eye if the whole of the tower quadrants went up in smoke. Don't you get it? Even as a Moon Lord, you are useless to them. I am useless to them. They are useless to them." The Poison Guild Head pointed toward the rest of the guild heads.

The weapon's guild head sneered. "You say that so proudly, speaking of the pride and knowledge of a dao expert, yet you lower your head so easily. I wonder what you'd do if you found out that the Clan you were offending for the so-called Sapientia was a Clan you couldn't afford to offend all the more so? How would you feel about who was naïve and who wasn't then?"

The guild heads froze at these words. No one knew where Clara came from, nor had they ever heard of a Gallagher Clan. But, could it really be that Clara came up with the Network alone?

"That's enough. It's best you move, Metheus." The magic guild head, and the woman rumored to have a relationship with her student Diasho Ken, stepped forward.

"You all disgust me. You pretend to stand at the top of the world and flaunt your strength when it suits you, but whenever you receive even the slightest bit of pushback, you fold like cheap metal."

Metheus watched as six of his colleagues turned on him. Did they really think that they were at the top of the world? Did they not understand what level of innovation went into the Mortal Network? Did they really think that Clara could come from a simple Clan? Fools. All of them.

"This is your last chance. Move!"

It didn't matter who spoke. Six Guild Heads, all of whom decided to put down their pride as Moon Lords to wag their tail for a master who cared nothing for them. All Metheus felt was endless disgust as six attacks charged toward him. There was no point in defending. Aside from the runic, magic and poison guild heads, they all had poor battle prowess. How would he as a mere blacksmith withstand six attacks?

Metheus lightly touched the workbench strapped to his back in his final moments. 'Seems this is the end of our road, friend.'

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"More!" A captain of the guild guards urged the archers to loose their arrows faster.

The scene was ridiculous. Hundreds of guild guards stood around a tower that had lost its roof. Numerous spectators stood on the ground, watching as these 'lofty' guild guards put their everything into firing toward an unconscious silver robed girl. But, all they received in return were arrows that shattered inexplicably.

Some of them seemed to be torn from the inside out, while other disintegrated into fine dust particles.

"Don't let up!"

Over these past few days, it was safe to say that the guild guards had come to hate this captain to the depths of their souls. Not only had he wantonly sent them to their deaths when this all started, he was now commanding them from on high as though they weren't tired as dogs. He hadn't lifted a single finger from beginning to end, yet his mouth still hadn't grown tired.

However, they could only swallow their resentment. The hierarchies of the martial world were simply too fierce for small people like them to do anything about it.

Little Yin shivered. The endless torrent of celestial drawn arrows was more than taking its toll on her.

Her rage was boiling over. Weren't these people embarrassed? And what about the person pulling these strings? Not even a single member of the Sapientia Clan had shown their face from beginning to end. They didn't even dare to take responsibility for their actions!

Little Yin flashed forward, cutting through the stream of arrows. She had decided. These people needed to die.

Suddenly, the rules the guild guards had become so used to changed. By the time they noticed that something invisible was cutting a path through their rain of arrows, it was too late.

The captain panicked. "No –!"

Before he could finish his words, his head had been sliced from his shoulders.

Little Yin took a risk. She had left a barrier around Clara, but she wasn't certain how long she could last. But, she knew that she needed time to recuperate. The only way to gain that time was by changing the rules of engagement. If she could make them back off for even just a few hours, she could catch her breath and reassess.

She tore through the guild guards, hopping through space as though it was her playground. No one could see her, no one could sense her. This was the nature of Battle Awakened Celestial Hamsters, a beast that wouldn't even fear a head on match against a dragon.

Blood rained down upon Sapientia City. The screams and rushed footsteps of those below almost rang hollow amidst the death.

'Just a little bit more… Then they should back off.' Little Yin pumped herself up even knowing she was approaching the end of her rope.