Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 2026 Once Mighty

Chapter 2026 Once Mighty

?2026 Once Mighty

The atmosphere grew colder and colder, but Kaori didn't seem to notice.

"I didn't think that the mighty Goldeen and Crow Clans would have such low cla.s.s thieves for Ancestors. A pitiful sight indeed."

"You dare!?" The roars of the elders shook the planet's very foundations, it felt as though this hall might collapse at any time under their anger. Who knew what Kaori was trying to do, but he was definitely going too far in their minds.

"Did I speak wrongly? Your Clans were once the subordinates of the true Golden Crow Clan. Yet, when they came to face an enemy, even after so many generations of nurturing you all, instead of taking their side, you stabbed them in the back and stole the root of their bloodline.

"In the end, the Golden Crows were forced to enter the Ancient Battlefield as a failed Clan, while your Goldeen and Crow Clans took over their legends.

"How many youths of the mortal plane are even aware that the Golden Crow was a legendary mythical beast that stood on par with the Dragons and Phoenixes? To them, the Golden Crow bloodline was always human… I wonder how enraged the true Golden Crows will be once the descend upon the mortal plane once more…"

The sound of clenching jaws filled the hall, but the two Clans really had no way to rebut these words.

They had no idea how Kaori learned of this story. There was definitely no history book that told it in its entirety… The only explanation was that this kitsune was actually capable of pulling tidbits from across hundreds, maybe even thousands of stories to patch this truth together himself.

What level of intelligence did it take to achieve something like this? The elders here couldn't even fathom it at all…

How could the Goldeen and Crow Clans not have gone to extreme lengths in order to hide this past of theirs? If it became common knowledge, it would heavily impact their Faith… Yet, despite this, Kaori pieced together to truth himself.

Kaori had gotten more than 90% of the story correct. In fact, this was the very reason that even when their Goldeen and Crow Clans began to decline, they decided upon Orcus' trillion-

year plan as opposed to entering the Ancient Battlefield and facing their feared enemy…

"Now, I don't know what plans your two clans had put in place in order to deal with this coming calamity, but what I do know is that your Clan most definitely failed the moment the matters of the Golden Flame Mystical World no longer went your way…

"The real question is if you're willing to give up like this, or if you're willing to fight."

Kaori's cold gaze flashed with the first sign of emotion he had displayed since he entered this hall. A mixture of unbridled fury and determination shone outward so fiercely that his aura completely changed. He was a weak man… So weak in fact that any one of the elders in this hall could pinch him to death. But, in that instant, he suddenly became the strongest…

"Emperor Sacharro must die by my hand. I won't rest until I have the heads of everyone he cares about. I need to see the despair and rage in his gaze, I want to make him bathe in the blood of his loved ones.

"And to do that, I need the once mighty Golden Crow Sect."

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Dyon stood above the battlefield upon Chenglei's head. The latter remained absolutely deathly silent. He could feel the turmoil in Dyon's emotions and suddenly found it difficult to breathe just allowing him to stand on him. Compared to this repressive aura, the restrictions of the Immortal Plane were nothing but a joke.

It seemed as though enemies were converging from all sides. The only saving grace was that dwarven territory was located toward the very northern edges of the eastern region. As a result, they could only be attacked from their south as their back was covered by an endless mountain range.

However, even under these conditions, the atmosphere of the dwarven clan was incomparably solemn. They never thought that taking in an Invader would lead to such an outcome.

Races of all kinds poured in from all angles. Pixies of only half a foot tall, blue furred apes with twin sets of arms, ma.s.sive kilometer long serpents, humans with the scales of lizards… It seemed as though the whole history of the mortal plane was marching to destroy dwarven territory.

Still, even with all those numbers, even with all of their moment, none stood within even half a kilometer of Dyon and Chenglei.

A frontline of warriors stood silently, the fear in their eyes palpable. They had come to destroy, yet they didn't even dare to take another step forward.

Many of them wouldn't dare to provoke the dwarves on a normal occasion. Unfortunately, individuals far more powerful than they were urged their action. They had no choice but to take this step forward. If they didn't, the only path left would be death.

The Ancient Battlefield didn't have Dragons. With their sovereignty, dragons would rather choose death than enter this prison. All they had to base the legends upon were the wyverns that treated the mountains as their home. However, this didn't do what they were seeing before them now any justice…

This wasn't to say that wyverns weren't dangerous. Wyverns were at least 70% of the reason why no one dared to casually cross the mountain ranges that separated the regions. If the wyverns were to all come together as a collective, they would form the 13th Overlord Clan.

However, even they could not touch the majesty of the beast before them now.

Chenglei body snaked through the skies for ten kilometers. There wasn't a single segment of his majestic form that wasn't covered in black scales that reflected like tempered metal.

His large head looked down toward the coming army, his yellow reptilian eyes flickering with disdain as his two horns pierced into the skies. Even his slight breath seemed to scorch the clouds, his menacing glare sending shivers through the hearts of those below.

If this dragon was so powerful… Just what kind of existence was the man who stood atop his head?