Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1299 Quietly

Chapter 1299 Quietly

"You don't need to worry about your faith seed." The quiet Thor spoke. "Dyon is capable of breaking its lines of karma."

Before Dyon's coma and even afterward, Thor was forced to ignore the capabilities of his faith seed and keep it hidden deep within himself. However, this was only because Dyon's soul was sealed and thus he was unable to help Thor.

Now that Dyon's soul was unsealed and his soul had undergone a qualitative change, he was capable of far more than the Ragnor Clan. With the help of a treasure of the 33 heavens, breaking the lines that shackled Thor was a simple matter.

"Then… Can you guarantee my father's safety?" Hela couldn't help but ask.

"We can only guarantee that we won't kill him personally. As for whether he survives the war's turmoil, that matter is up to his luck." Alidor, who had been silent until now, spoke up.

With that, Hela and Baldric had no choice but to begin to speak.

"The Ragnor Clan controls 28 universes. The control is very strict so there aren't any major Clans allowed to flourish outside of our family…"

Hours later, it became Baldric's turn. After Lyla pointed out a few times he lied, he had could only continue with the truth, a bitter expression on his face.

**

Damaris stood in a rage, her eyes burning with a fiery light. Her Draconic aura made Marco Ricci and Violet involuntarily shrink backward. The only two who seemed unaffected were the small Ryu and Giralda who smiled bitterly.

"Such a small Grand Templar Sect dares to treat my elder sister this way?! I'll destroy them!" Damaris' roar covered the whole of Soul Planet.

Although she said this on a whim, the reality was that she was truly capable of such a thing. Who in that small Sect could match her strength?

"And you! Aren't you too useless as a man?! To allow my sister to suffer such a thing! She should be a mighty dao expert by now, but she's middling around this piece of s.h.i.t place. Her husband isn't even a Core Disciple of this Sect either?!

"You're lucky I'm here and not my father, or else you would have been a pile of minced meat already!" Damaris was like an enraged lioness, she really had half a mind to storm toward the Grand Templar Sect right now and lay waste to them.

Marco lowered his head, not daring to respond. As for Violet, she remained quiet. Honestly, she fully agreed with Damaris' words. She still didn't understand even until now why her mother had chosen such a useless man.

However, her stance on the topic had softened after watching Delia's celestial advancement.

"Little Sister calm down. Although the Grand Templar Sect is barely ranked in the 70s, there is something odd about them. I have a feeling that even you wouldn't be able to take them down so easily. At least for the sake of Little Ryu, let the matter go for now." She said softly.

Damaris' features softened. She kneeled beside her little nephew, stroking his blond hair with a loving expression.

"This aunt of yours is sorry."

Ryu's large watery eyes blinked, but he didn't say anything. He had been mute for all his life, even his mother had never heard him say a word. But, this only broke Damaris' heart more.

"What do you mean they're not normal? How many secrets could such a Sect have?" Taking her nephew in her arms, Damaris sat back down. "Didn't that little b.a.s.t.a.r.d save you? Do you think I'm worse than him too?"

Giralda giggled at her little sister's potty mouth. "You want to b.u.t.t heads with True G.o.d Sacharro too? What did he do to offend you?"

Damaris snorted. "I'll give him a good beating when I see him next. Daring to think he could defeat me as a saint, what gall."

If Dyon heard this, he might cough up blood in anger. Since when had he ever claimed such a thing? Wasn't it his younger sister and brother who had said those words? How could he be blamed?

"The Grand Templar Sect has an uncanny ability to raise beasts and they have a Mystical World despite being such a weak Sect. There's definitely something special about them."

"Elder Sister, you've grown weak. What happened to True G.o.d Giralda? Scared of some little beasts and a measly Mystical World?"

Giralda shrugged. "It's difficult to explain. But, I am certain that their current Sect Master is hiding his true cultivation. If this wasn't the case, I doubt that I or True G.o.d Sacharro could come out so unscathed. Also, you shouldn't look down on True G.o.d Sacharro. At the very least, his comprehension far surpa.s.ses yours."

"Big Sister! You're trying to make me angry, aren't you!" Damaris pouted. "When are you coming home?"

Giralda sighed. She reached over and rubbed Violet's flowing black hair. At the very least, Violet didn't move away like she used to.

"For now, I only want to be with my family and cultivate quietly. I've let down my daughter for too long, I need to be by her side. True G.o.d Giralda won't be making an appearance for a long time."

**

Many weeks later, the beast babies exited their private training rooms to find Dyon in a deep state of meditation. If it wasn't for the blood that now coated the throne he sat on and the clothes he wore, one wouldn't have been able to guess that he went through any hardship.

Somehow, Madeleine, who was still in his arms, had not a single drop of this liquid on her. Instead, she slept peacefully. Her health had once more improved and she seemed to be just another half a year or so from completely recovering. By then, her strength would leap forward an almost exaggerated amount, resulting from her becoming a 12th Order genius!

Dyon already had plans for how to distribute these heaven defying pills.