Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

The scene was almost comical. Two sides were forced to fight a war that had clearly already been decided.

Dissatisfaction was inevitable. As those on Dyon's side died one after another, how could they not feel resentment? Their leader was actually making them fight a battle he could win on his own. It was then that the Demon Generals, who had remained silent until now, raised their weapons and beat them against their black as night armor.

"Fight!"

They roared, a raging demonic qi flooding the battlefield.

"The Sage has already done so much for you, yet you still ask for more?!"

"There'll come a day when the Sage can call the whole of the Mortal Plane his territory, do you want to raise your heads proudly and say that you helped him?! Or do you want to lead a pitiful life without purpose?!"

"Fight!"

Dyon casually held Patriarch Raven's neck, a calm smile on his face.

'I'd prefer you not awaken your Ancestors.'

The sudden message cause Grand Elder Raven, who had just been sneaking away from the battlefield, to freeze.

A shiver trembled up his spine. Though he was more powerful than his son, it was impossible for him to beat him as easily as Dyon did. He knew from the beginning that he was no match.

'If you do, you'll simply be wasting their chance at garnering Karma. I'd prefer to save them for a future date.'

The blood of the beasts felt agitated. In their hearts, they were warriors. But, it was simply too difficult to fight their innate instincts and battle those more powerful than them. It was for this reason that Humans were always chosen by the Heavens to defend against the Failed Clans… It was for this reason that the Eras were divided by Human rulers and not beasts…

They suddenly remembered those months they spent being peppered with insults by Dyon and his daughter. What had it all even meant?

To conquer the Mortal Plane? Their gazes turned toward Dyon. The months he spent ingraining his infallible power into their psyches suddenly clicked as they watched Patriarch Raven flail about like a fish out of water…

In that moment, billions of earth grade beasts and a singular Grand Elder looked toward Dyon as though he was an immovable mountain, but their reactions to such thoughts were far too different.

To the latter, he fell into a pit of despair. He didn't even dare to use his Faith, knowing well that the Pakal Clan's Faith far exceeded their own… It was a beautiful misunderstanding indeed.

To the former, it was as though they had suddenly gained an anchor for their confidence.

Dyon understood people well, a gift he was given by his mother… If he couldn't forge these pitiful subordinates into fearless warriors, why not allow them to lean on him? Why not allow them to be confident with his back protecting them?

Since they didn't have their own confidence, he would lend them his own. The Heavens knew well he had far too much of it.

...

The battle of Raven Universe took a slight shift, the morale of both sides seemingly flipping on its head. However, this oddly made everything the much more balanced test Dyon wanted.

With the morale of the Raven Clan army at an all time low, they took a step back in their fierce attacks, allowing Dyon's cobbled together army to begin to fight back. In the end, although it was still lopsided in the favor of the Golden Crowned Ravens, it gave some special talents a chance to shine.

Dyon always had a keen belief in his Demon Generals. Though he had left them far behind in strength, he would never stop seeing them as the backbone of his warriors. They just needed some more time to grow, and Dyon was prepared to give them that.

It was rather the others that Dyon's had questions about. A chance to gain experience like this in large scale warfare was rare, so Dyon didn't rush to end it, even allowing the battle to persist from several days.

Dyon needed to know who was worthy of being bestowed the legacy of his people.

Ethically speaking, maybe it was wrong to think of using Luna's abilities to pass on the talents of the mortals of Earth to those it didn't belong to. But, Dyon didn't have the luxury of placing morality first among his priorities.

Those individuals had long since been dead. In addition, the new births born to Dyon's people were innately birthed with this talent, they didn't need to be given another set. If Dyon allowed billions of those energy kernel talents to sit and stew while knowing full well he could make use of them, he would be betraying his own goals.

He had already decided that his Demon Generals were first in line. Though he had only given the Vice Commander Martial Saint pills, that was because of the scarcity. But, on top of the fact it could be argued that the talent of Dyon's people was more valuable, he actually had billions of them to use!

This talent would become reward for service. Even though he was in great need of talents, Dyon had no intention of wantonly spreading the legacy of the mortals among any and everyone. As such, he kept a keen eye on those around him.

The Mino Clan. King Mino, now known as Patriarch Mino, fought valiantly. From beginning to end, regardless of whether it seemed like they would lose or not, he charged forward. Not just him, but the Minos in general were good seedlings. Dyon hadn't expected much from them, but there was likely a reason the Minos birthed King Mino.

Though he hadn't appeared due to the involvement of the Shruti Clan, if one thought back, King Mino was actually the objective strongest expert of Celestial Universe during the World Tournament. That was likely due to the support of the Shruti, but it was the truth nonetheless.