“I’m sure you’ve all been constantly drilled about the importance of this matter, so I won’t bore you with the details, but do understand that this mission is strongly tied to the future of our Mortal Alliance.”
Dyon stood with his wives by his side. Madeleine and Ri stood a half step behind him to his right, while Clara and Amphorae did the sa to his left.
Before him, the carefully chosen geniuses of their Mortal Alliance stood with a mixture of pride and nervousness.
The second gathering of the Federation was in just a few hours, so Dyon took this opportunity to brief these youths one more ti. How the next 100 years played out would directly affect the prosperity of the Mortal Alliance, so they all had to take this seriously.
“First, learn to control your emotions. I’m not a very good example of this, so do as I say, not as I do.”
Dyon smiled lightly as a slight relieving laughter swept through the group.
They knew well how fiery the temper of their leader was, but they also appreciated that he could joke around with them like this.
So among the geniuses chosen had been by Dyon’s side long before he reached such an overwhelming height, so they knew his words weren’t empty.
“That said… Anyone who slights our Mortal Alliance deserves a punishnt fitting of their cris. You are all my Sacharro Clan’s chosen seedlings. I have high hopes for you all. I don’t expect you to lower your heads to anybody, nor would I ever ask you such a thing.
“Perform well and earn the right to your pride. Maybe in a hundred years, the tower quadrants will be our own to command.”
The involuntary Presence laced within Dyon’s words made the geniuses tremble. It was clear a fire had been lit in each and every one of them.
To the far left, the elvin geniuses stood. They were led by Zaltarish, Dyon’s devilishly handso forr rival with a light shade of grey skin and sparkling red eyes. To his back, familiar figures like his elder hulking sister, his now wife Mithrandir, and Ri’s childhood friend Primrose stood.
Next ca the Pakals. Their youths could obviously only be led by Caedlum whose strength had spiked after comprehending the true Legacy of the Pakals.
Next ca the Belmonts. They were led by Lionel’s little sister Stella who had grown into a fine woman. Her violet hair flowed, and her one blue and one red eye twinkled with battle intent.
Not far from her rival ca Aoife. One would think that after reuniting with her mother, she would be a bit less abrasive in her relationships, but it seed that Saru’s Death Guard had the opposite effect on her child.
When one thought about it, it made sense. Since this was the sa woman who supposedly bedded a man as ferocious as Patriarch Mino, she would of course birth such a daughter.
There was no doubt that Aoife was the leader of the Mino Clan youths.
Next ca the Ragnors. Many of their upper echelon had been completely weeded out, and many of their talents had had their cultivations cleansed by Dyon’s pills, but they still had strength. How could they not when they were led by Thor?
Without the need to shackle and hide his Faith Seed any longer, both he and Caedlum had soared to new heights. Dyon was already considering making them both Vice Commanders.
They weren’t the only ones in consideration either, because next ca…
The Sicarius Clan. A Clan of assassins that were once sworn to protect the Belmont Clan. They were led by none other a proudly standing Ava!
Her curves were tightly held by silver armor alternating into white leather, her fiery red hair whipped in the wind, and the light smile on her face played with the hearts of the n around her. She was truly a perfect balance of beauty and power.
Then ca the Raven Clan. Who else could they be led by if not Dyon’s own disciple? They didn’t have the talent to make a large impact, but Pjisel most certainly did.
Though his cultivation had been cleansed, his body had improved to the higher celestial realm due to Dyon’s pills. In addition, thanks to his increased talent and resources, he had already cultivated back up to the Essence Gathering Realm in the less than year since his energy cultivation was taken.
Then, there was the Silver Clan. They were another Clan that should have been too weak to participate but were lifted up by their leader – Silver Fang!
Thanks to Dyon, Silver Fang’s human path had been refined to a new height. He still had much room for improvent and pleaded for this chance to prove himself and fight for a place for his Clan.
Silver Fang knew well that the rits earned in the next hundred years would lay the foundation for many powerful Clans of the Mortal Alliance. He couldn’t allow his Silver Clan to fall behind!
Then there was the Guatama. Having erased the Uidah na, Alidor proudly led the forr Uidah. Familiar faces like Abraham and Dravil stood to his back, eager for battle. Though Nora was still enraged by their actions as the forr First Celestial Daughter, she too participated.
Following this, there were the Soul Universe Clans. They were too weak to survive on their own, so many had decided to co under one banner, the Soul Clan! They were led by Donari!
Then there ca Dyon’s own God Son Sarid, leader of the Jafari Clan! After returning from his Emperor Trials, he had gained a hidden sharpness. Dyon was eager to see his improvent.
At the center of it all, the Demon Generals proudly took the helm. No matter how much support Dyon gained, he would always rember that they were the first.
Back then, Dyon had only been a weak boy with no cultivation. Yet, they had the integrity to follow him…
One might think that they did so simply because he was nad that annoying old man’s successor, but Dyon knew how much these Generals loved and were thankful for old man Sageras. Since the Demon Sage hated his successor so much, how could they not also hate him?
Yet, they put those feelings aside to express their gratitude, knowing Dyon had saved their lives.
Now, years later, their choice had been proven correct. For Dyon, they ride through the Gates of Hell!
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