Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1987 Love

Chapter 1987 Love

'I see… He killed me…' As her consciousness faded, she smiled.
Her last wisp of qi shot into the air, projecting her final thoughts.
"I'll wait for you at the Gates of Hell… My first love…"
Her corpse collapsed to the ground with a dull thud. The maidens around her were so shocked that they didn't even step forward to stop her fall.
Like this, the greatest genius the Sapientia had ever birthed… Died.
Dyon raised an eyebrow at Aritzia's final words, but that was all.
Toward individuals who threatened the lives of him and his family, he didn't feel the need to have any sort of sympathy. Had it not been for the fact that she underestimated him, not only would he have died that day, but Ri, Madeleine and Clara would have died as well.
When he remembered something like that, Aritzia's feelings were irrelevant to him. He had no need to care about a one sided love, especially when he was certain that she was still doing everything in her abilities to lead him to death despite feeling this way.
"You…" Ancestor Scholar froze.
If Ancestor Giant was enraged by the death of his Clan's young genius, Ancestor Scholar was completely distraught.
A genius on Aritzia's level didn't appear even once ten generations. Yet, she had died just like this. A future pillar of the Sapientia Clan… Gone.
"You demon!"
The screams of Aritzia's retainers filled the now quiet coliseum.
Their cries for Aritzia's death were real. Each of them were prideful phoenixes who stood above normal women, yet they had whole heartedly submitted to Aritzia. If it wasn't for this, how could refined beauties on their level possibly do something as shameless as scream in public?
"She loved you! How could you do this?!"
Dyon's brow furrowed, finding the cries and pleas more and more annoying with each passing breath.
'It seems even in death she pits the world against me.' Dyon sneered inwardly.
Whether or not Aritzia meant the words she spoke, Dyon had no idea, nor did he care. However, what he was certain of was that regardless of the truth, the Aritzia he knew would most definitely use her final breaths to make him into a public enemy.
Though Dyon didn't have special considerations for beauties, could the same be said of everyone else? Not everyone was as heartless and unbiased as he was.
Public opinion was usually something meaningless, but when it came to those who wielded Faith of the highest order, it was actually quite important. The way one's Clan was viewed could cause Faith to strengthen and weaken. Since Aritzia knew Dyon had conquered the Sprite Alliance, she obviously also knew that this final move would be able to affect him.
However, the question that plagued Dyon was deeper than this.
The Aritzia Dyon knew also wasn't such a shallow person. This kind of petty trick was most definitely beneath her. If that was the case… Not only were her final words true, but the words spoken before most definitely had a far deeper meaning.
'I'll wait for you at the Gates of Hell…'
Dyon's eyes narrowed.
Unfortunately, he wasn't being given the time to slowly think these matters out as Ancestor Giant and Scholar had pent up so much rage that they could implode at any moment.
Throwing his thoughts to the back of his mind, Dyon chuckled.
"It seems like you were right. Saving someone at the last moment in this environment really is too difficult. Such a shame."
Ancestor Scholar's eyes deepened with a red rage. However, in the next instant, it vanished. All of his anger, all of his grief, it was as though it was never there to begin with.
"Since you've decided to thoroughly fall out with my Sapientia Clan, we will accompany you."
Down below, Alauna was pouting. She barely got to stretch out her limbs before someone enraged her father.
"These annoying old fogies. Couldn't you have let my father stay in a good mood for a little while longer…"
Alauna had two things in her small hands. Or rather, she had two people. As she threw a tantrum, those poor souls were already struggling against her grip, unable to extricate themselves.
"Die!"
Suddenly, Alauna's expression changed. A surge of qi she had no hope of battling against formed in the air, forming a golden finger just as large as any one of the Nine Dragon Pillars.
"You can sit here and watch your daughter die." Ancestor Scholar said with a calm voice after Ancestor Giant attacked.
Dyon's gaze swept toward the battlefield, looking toward his daughter. Unlike what these enemies of his expected, though Alauna's expression changed for a moment, it was immediately replaced by a surging battle intent.
Her skin glistened with crystalline sheen as the world around her morphed.
12 Stars appeared in the skies as she rose into the air, facing the finger with an arrogant disdain.
Dyon smiled lightly, his eyes filled with warmth. Even before the attack landed, the Heaven's Scroll began to shine brightly, etching into existence its first name of the next 1000 years.
"I hear you said that controlling atmospheric qi is ten folds more difficult, yet you're actually so arrogant as to attack my daughter from over ten kilometers away?
"I should have probably told you this in advance since you were so kind in informing me, but those of my Sacharro Clan have no need to conform to the rules of your scroll."
Ancestor Scholar and Giant froze… Alauna was flying!
The two warriors in her hand erupted into a ball of flames under the 12 suns, burning to ash.
"Hehe." Alauna giggled. "Try out my move. [Sacharro's Might: Twelve Star Palm]."
The finger shattered into motes of qi and twinkling lights, raining havoc toward the ground below.
"Aiya, how embarrassing." Dyon scratched his head as though he felt bad for Ancestor Giant. But the truth was he found his daughter's naming sense to be terrible.
At the very peak of the Heaven's Scroll, a new name was slowly etched. However, unlike those before who was written in black, this name shone a beautiful silver that flickered to gold and back.
Alauna Sacharro… The Mighty.