Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1774 Retreat

Chapter 1774 Retreat

With the help of their Faith, these measures would be more than enough to stall for maybe even a few months. By then, the negotiations with the Pakals should be over and then these b.a.s.t.a.r.ds would get what was coming to them.

But… How could any of them have guessed that their deepest hope would be shattered before they could even set their resolve?

"Of course, you could think of escaping… But I think many of you would soon realize that none of your teleportation formations will work as you hope. Plus… There's really no point to teleporting to another place that also happens to be under my control, right?"

Connery felt as though he was being pushed to the cliff's edge. If he knew that there were people in this very Odin City that Dyon would prefer to keep alive, his next actions would be obvious. But, to Connery, Dyon hated all Sapientia. How could he know that Dyon had thoughts of protecting Madeleine's master and her foster family?

All that Connery knew was that Dyon wasn't a friend of the Sapientia. His 'neutrality' might work against other army commanders, but would it work against Dyon?

He couldn't fight in hopes of keeping the Sapientia Clan's status, but he also couldn't allow Dyon to win or else his ending wouldn't be good either.

Would all the diligent planning of the Sapientia really fall like this?

'No, even if it's early and won't be as easy as originally intended, I can still push it forward.'

His ring flashed as he quickly sent a message. 'Attack now! Drown Celestial Quadrant in blood!'

He thought he had accomplished his goal. Even if the Celestial Quadrant burnt down now, it had nothing to do with him…

But his expression changed soon after. He had used this very ring many times before, but something was different this time…

Suddenly, Connery remembered Dyon's words… 'you would soon realize that none of your teleportation formation will work as you hope…' What if… What if it wasn't just teleportation arrays?

In the very next moment, Connery's expression paled as a very familiar voice was projected outward. The whole of Odin City seemed to turn its gaze toward Connery.

"… Drown Celestial Quadrant in blood!"

Dyon touched his head in a slightly embarra.s.sed fashion. Even in his wildest dreams, he had expected for his plan to work out so perfectly. This Connery Sapientia was too anxious.

Of course, Dyon had the ability to lay suppression arrays. As a Planet Lord, there wasn't an array the Ragnors could create that he couldn't stymie. As for the Sapientia, thanks to Evelyn, he was already well aware of their limits here.

Though he wasn't certain of their strength in the Outer Powers, Dyon knew a few important things.

First, the Sapientia were the main backer of the ban on Array Alchemy, it was impossible for anyone else to be the culprit. Unfortunately for them, this became their double edge sword. Even if one of their formation Star Lords personally created every one of their arrays, he or she wouldn't be a match for Dyon even if he was still a Planet Lord.

Secondly, Dyon didn't need to prepare even for this worst-case scenario. The Sapientia had misgivings of their own, or else they wouldn't take such care to separate their main power for their branch powers in the tower quadrants. As a result, the Sapientia of Celestial Quadrant only had access to Moon Grade formations at best.

Though this was far better than what the other Clans had because the Sapientia took care to hide this truth, it was no match for Dyon.

Just now, Connery's message had been easily blocked and intercepted by Dyon. So, on a whim, Dyon decided he was curious of what would happen if suddenly everyone was aware of the Sapientia Clan's plots.

It wasn't perfect, mostly because only someone who already partially understood the situation could see the schemes within Connery's words, but for the elites of Odin City, it was more than enough.

A few things became obvious to them in an instant. Connery had some sort of masterplan and whatever that masterplan was, was being threatened by this ma.s.sive army that had seemingly come out of nowhere.

Connery didn't even have time to cover up his embarra.s.sed expression before countless pairs of eyes had landed on him. Even without visuals, too many in Odin City were aware of the Sapientia Clan Head's voice, he was often the head of many philanthropic ventures and had attended more than a few b.a.l.l.s.

The 'neutral' Clan head had never been heard saying anything controversial during his entire stay in Odin City. To suddenly hear his voice say something so vulgar and warmongering… It was more than just a small shocking affair.

Connery sighed, looking up into the skies.

How many years had he sacrificed? Several thousand by now, right? No, more than that. He had had too many ident.i.ties over the years. Each time he would have to come back as a new man and forget his true self even more… He had long since forgotten who the true Connery… No, Oshire Sapientia, was…

He was simply playing a role. He thought that he would soon be able to return home, his years of service finally rewarded, but what a joke that was.

'Is she's not there, what home is there to return to anyway… The world should just burn.'

Dyon's eyes suddenly sharpened. "Retreat! Now!"

Even if these troops were rather green and still couldn't execute exactly as Dyon wanted them to, there was one thing Dyon had drilled into them that they would never forget: the words of their commander, even if they couldn't execute it perfectly, had to be executed to their utmost ability.

Therefore, the moment Dyon's roar Planet Ragnor, those that had surrounded the planet simultaneously shot backward.

Dyon immediately activated the eighth floor of the Sage Tower, activating its second function – Deconstruction Canon.