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Chapter Book 11: 9: Work (3)



Book 11: Chapter 9: Work (3)

Though Dyon was confused by all of this, he still laid out his plans with numerous contingencies. Since he wasn’t certain of what caused this rule change, he also couldn’t be certain that his changes to the current timeline wouldn’t cause this changed rule to remain unchanged. As a result, he too had to take advantage of this time to accumulate as much Faith as he could.

Obviously, this meant he had to choose his own failed clan to latch on to. In the end, he settled on the Dwarves.

There was a reason elves appeared on the mortal plane but dwarves seemed to be nowhere to be found. Where else could they be if not the Ancient Battlefield?

Of course, much like other failed clans, they left their marks here and there. For example, Serbona, Madeleine’s Legatee disciple sister, was part dwarf. However, the vast majority of their Clan had entered here.

As for why Dyon chose them, there were a few. Firstly, Dyon had heard that they too practiced their own Grand Circle Magic that intrigued him. But, this was only a minor reason. The second and true reason was that they were likely the easiest to deal with due to the fact he could communicate with them in his Elvin Form.

In the Golden Era, it was the Elves and Dwarves who acted as the pinnacle of the human race in tandem. As such, the ties between the two were incredibly strong.

If the dwarves wanted to enter the Mortal Plane once again, doing so by allying with their old friends would of course be much more pleasing to them.

That said, Dyon was still aware that it wouldn’t be so easy. No relationship, especially between two massive Clans, could be completely harmonious. In the times before their destruction, Dyon wouldn’t be surprised if their relationship deteriorated by a large margin.

Still, this was where Dyon had an advantage other first phase participants did not. He could risk contacting Clans he didn’t have 100% certainty in because his first was large enough to do so!

Even if he misjudged the dwarves and was wrong about how they would treat him… So what? If they tried to kill him, they’d be kicking something far more than a mere steel plate.

At this point, one might wander why Dyon had entered the Ancient Battlefield alone. If there was Faith to be gained, why not allow more to gather it? The more, the better, no?

However, this wasn’t true.

Firstly, Dyon didn’t plan on completing all of these tasks alone. His subordinates and wives would enter the battlefield as well, it’s just that they’d do so by an unconventional method. As a result, they wouldn’t be recognized by the Heavens as part of this ‘game’.

Secondly, one had to remember that the method of self-accumulation of Faith was based on one’s Undefeatable Spirit. Because of this, it was impossible to share this Faith with others. It could only be used by yourself.

Unless, of course… You were the Ancestor of a Clan, and especially if you were an Origin Ancestor like Dyon.

However, who could possibly be younger than 1000 years old and be an Ancestor at the same time? There was likely only 1 in history.

Thirdly, as long as they were not part of the ‘game’, Dyon could use his wives and subordinates to funnel Faith toward himself.

As long as his armies performed well, it would only reflect on him. Instead of spreading out through multiple individuals, it would all be accumulated by Dyon himself, thus strengthening his own Faith and the Sacharro Clan’s Faith as a whole.

Simply put, though Dyon had entered alone, his Mortal Empire armies had already begun to gather in his territory to the south! Once he finished forging an Alliance with the dwarves… The games would truly begin.

**

“He entered alone?”

A gloomy atmosphere was cast over the Mist Clan. They had gained many benefits being under Dyon all of these years, and had even begun to believe that they’d be able to squeeze benefits from both sides, but with a single move, all of their plans had shattered before they could even begin.

How were they meant to contact their superiors if they couldn’t enter the Ancient Battlefield? If they waited until the second phase, it might already be too late.

On the mortal plane, only Dyon knew where they failed clans would descend to, everyone else was in the dark. It would be completely random for as to where each Clan would attack. If they waited until then, it would be impossible for them to know where the Clan would descend.

The worst part was that it was impossible for them to sneak someone in.

The only way was by sending their young genius, Valen Mist, to another Outer Power where the entries weren’t as strict. However, if they did something so foolish, they’d be exposed immediately.

Dyon had lockdown travel to other Outer Powers a month ago already. Plus, this didn’t mention that they were all tagged with Soul Tags as well.

How could they ever have expected that Dyon would choose such a path? It didn’t even make sense to them.

“We can’t sit here and do nothing. If our Ancestors’ plans of trillions of years come crashing down because of a single boy not even 300 years old, I won’t be able to face them even in death.” Patriarch Mist clenched his teeth.

“Father, it may not be impossible to deal with this.” The arrogant Valen suddenly spoke. Though Dyon’s feats had crushed his pride to a certain extent, much of it still remained.

“Oh?”

Valen sneered. “Didn’t we have a nice little puppet being pulled along by Little Sister Chrysanthemum? It’s time for that so-called “True God” Anak to work.”


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