Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God - Chapter 757: Complex
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Chapter 757: Complex

Dyon looked down on the three kneeling figures.

There had been eight initially, but then with the appearance of Minister Brodaya, it had climbed to nine.

Five were merchants, one of that number being Merchant Brinsop.

That left four, but one of them was easily dealt with. It turned out that she was a spy from one of the clans Minister Brinsop happened to also have connections in, leaving them with three. Not surprisingly, putting aside the two Minister Brodaya's, the third kneeling figure was yet another spy from a neighboring clan. This made the visits Dyon had to make tomorrow hundreds of times easier, but it also made his disdain of the previous King increase even more.

It was clear from these two spies that other Kings had foresight while he didn't. The only reason that the Angel Clan King even allowed their economy to grow was under the suggestion of Queen Luna, and all that did was allow even more spies to infiltrate them easily. It was pathetic.

Dyon wasn't angry that the neighboring clans sent spies, though. In the human world, before its destruction, such a thing was beyond normal. Countries would always keep an eye on each other. It didn't have to be out of malicious intent, it was just a matter of maintaining personal security. In fact, Dyon treated them even better than Merchant Brinsop, even "shattering" the arrays he put in them.

In truth, Dyon was only putting on a show. He still needed some leverage, so in reality, he only forced the arrays into a dormant state and placed them under heavy observation.

After dealing with everything, there were only two kneeling figures left. Currently, both of them looked the exact same since Dyon hadn't burned away the pill the fake one was using. Although Dyon could burn it away, he doubted the same plan would work again, so he didn't feel up to the task of toying with a Dao Formation expert. In the end, it hardly mattered anyway since there were arrays placed within them.

"You two have nothing to say for yourselves?" Dyon sat lazily in his throne. The mental fatigue he underwent planning through every minute detail was quite taxing, so he was getting annoyed with this whole process. The fact that these two traitors had the face of someone he had warm memories for didn't nothing to help his mood. It was only when Amphorae's hand found its way to his that he felt himself calm down a bit. Dyon couldn't sense the exact will she used without his soul, but he could tell it was more effective than his own celestial will.

He smiled faintly, thanking her. But in his heart, waves were flying through. He had always known that there was one will that surpassed celestial will in terms of purity, could it be that Amphorae had mastered it?

A holy light coursed through his veins, pumping him with vitality.

Suddenly, Amphorae sensed something. She frowned lightly but immediately went back to a neutral expression.

'Dyon He's heavily injured ' Amphorae's heart ached. This man beside her looked so strong, but she sensed a deep scar in him that surpassed the emotional turmoil he had been going through. His soul was in tattered pieces.

What Amphorae had sensed was none other than the state of Dyon's soul. She was astonished by how strong her husband's soul was, but that was overshadowed by the worry that was building up. She couldn't understand how Dyon could walk around with a soul that was so injured.

Amphorae didn't let go of Dyon's hand. In fact, she held on tighter, pouring her will into him.

There was only a single will in existence that surpassed celestial will in purity, and only a single will that was unparalleled in healing.

Much like celestial will, it was nearly impossible to comprehend this will without the appropriate bloodline or a kernel to study from. However, unlike celestial will, this will's bloodline had disappeared from the world, making it impossible for anyone to use the latter option.

Madeleine learned celestial will from Dyon who was able to give her the kernel to learn from because he received the bloodline from his master. But, there was no one with this bloodline in existence!

Dyon's eyes widened as he felt his soul mending. The process was slow, and would likely take many months, if not years, but it was actually healing!

There was no doubt in Dyon's heart anymore This will was none other than the peak-most purity will in existence. A will capable of healing even the soul something even celestial will couldn't do to such a degree.

This was none other than Holy intent.

Simple Holy will wasn't enough to heal a soul as powerful as Dyon's. Not only had Amphorae reached the intent level, she had mastered it to the One With Will level the fifth level a step higher than even his demon generals had reached with their wills, and their wills weren't even at the supreme law level like this was!

What Dyon didn't know was that Amphorae was currently holding back. She wanted to help her husband as soon as possible, but she also didn't want these ministers to know he was injured.

The truth was even more shocking Amphorae, a saint of less than a hundred years old Was capable of using a supreme law to the One With Law level the seventh level as long as she released her wings!

Dyon's prediction was wrong. With Amphorae's help at her greatest potential, his soul would be fully mended in a few weeks.

The only oddity was that maybe Dyon was getting further and further lost in this world. Because if he was of right mind He would wonder just how a trial that was meant to be an illusion, could possibly heal his true body

...

Seeing his daughter and his King interact so intimately, complex feelings welled up in Minister Akhekhu's heart. But, he could only bury them for now.

Dyon's expression relaxed and feeling the practical death grip Amphorae had on his hand, he didn't dare to let go. It was as though his wife was reminding him to not do anything reckless again.

Time slowly passed, and by now, it was clear to everyone from the dripping sweat on the two traitors' faces that they were trying to suppress the pain. They likely thought that Dyon exaggerated the effects of his array. After all, Merchant Brinsop was a mere lower saint despite his age, how could he compare to them?

However, they were quickly finding out from their King's leisurely expression that he wasn't bluffing at all.

"Okay! Okay!" Minister Brodaya roared into the skies. "The truth is I hate your guts! You're the worst thing that could have ever happened to this Angel Clan! If it wasn't for you, my son would have never died at all!

"You sit here with your look of surprise, wondering why I would betray a clan my son died for. Well, the reason is you!

"You're selfish, short-sighted, nave and completely incompetent. Who would want to follow a King like you!

"AAGHHH," Minister Brodaya fell against his chains, the pain searing to an all new level. In his rage, he had tried to circulate his enigmatic energy with ill-intent. One can imagine the result of that. Instead of venting his rage, he only fueled the array that was causing him pain.

Dyon sat on the throne silently, completely unperturbed. As far as he was concerned, Brodaya was perfectly correct. He had said much worse words about this former 'self' of his.

Seeing his reaction, his place in the hearts of his ministers seemed to rise another level. It wasn't easy, especially when you were so young, to stay so calm in the face of someone insulting you, even if that person was currently being tortured. What arrogant young master would accept such a thing? They'd probably want to torture the person who said such words, themselves.

However, Dyon didn't care for the words because they technically weren't about him. Even he hated this supposed King, let alone the people he directly offended. The question was, just what did this King do to this man? Or rather, his son.

"You didn't answer appropriately. You can only blame yourself." Dyon said faintly.

The fake Minister Brodaya was huffing and puffing, but his anger wasn't to the level of the real one. In fact, he seemed to be just about to crack.

In timely fashion, he spoke.

"We were sent here by the Queen of the Moon clan." He said through gritted teeth. A sigh of relief came over him as he felt the pain gradually fade away, he instantly felt better.

"Oh? Not the King?" Dyon caught this small tidbit with ease.

"The King of the Moon Clan isn't from the planet or even this universe. He would know nothing of our society if not for the Queen. I'm not sure what her plan is by bringing such a powerful family here, but I can say that the King is definitely not the one planning things."

Dyon fell into deep thought as Minister Brodaya continued to writhe on the ground. His eyes were becoming bloodshot, and he seemingly continued to try and attack Dyon. However, every time he did so, the pain would immediately double. It was likely that the only thing keeping him going was his deep hatred and humiliation.

As for the words of the fake, Dyon found them interesting. This Queen, from the small bits that Dyon knew, was Luna's elder sister and she was intelligent. She likely wouldn't invite a clan she couldn't control over, but from the words of this fake, that's exactly what she had done

Even more oddly, the deaths of his father and hers were almost in perfect sync. At first, Dyon had found this odd, in fact, he still did. But, there was something that baffled him more.

By common sense, what was the most logical was for this third-party family to have forced their way. This "powerful family" would have killed his father, as well as Luna's father, before establishing their power here as King of the Moon clan, effectively gaining control.

However, according to this story, they didn't force their way in. Instead, they were invited

What was going on? Why did Luna's sister do such a thing? How did her father die? And for that matter, how did his father die? Were their deaths related to her? If so, why? And if it was for their clan, why would the death of her father be necessary? And why would they wait decades before attacking?...

It seemed that this trial was only growing more complex