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Book 12: Chapter 160: Nazaire (3)

The location was no different since Dyon’s arrest warrant was released. It looked just as bland, its walls a dull grey and its surroundings completely lacking in any sort of fanfare or decorations.

At this moment, in the very same garden, a familiar chess board could be found. In fact, even the players were the exact same, while the singular spectator… was the very same man who issued Dyon’s bounty.

However, at this time, these three men who could be said to be as calm as lakes and as unmoving and mountains each had frowns plastered across their brows.

When the God Stele began to ring, they had been completely awoken from their slumber. Originally, they thought that some old monster wanted to test themselves, so they were a bit apprehensive.

One would think that after finding out it was actually Dyon, they would have sneered and gone back to their normal day to day activities. But, this was actually the exact opposite of what happened. Judging Dyon by his age and the amount of time it had been since he completed his certification exam… they took his actions with the utmost seriousness.

Of course, this isn’t the only reason. The true reason was because this Dyon had the backing of Abraxus. Who of them didn’t know the kind of monsters that old fogie had taken under his wings?

Set aside the Nameless Immortal God for a moment… His second disciple had strength that filled them with despair.

No one knew his origins. He seemed to have appeared out of nowhere. Many assumed that he was a transcendent as all of Abraxus’ disciples were, but there was no certainty in these assumptions.

While the Nameless Immortal God filled them with fear… The True Empath Immortal God filled them with dread.

Being around that man was like having all of your secrets laid bare. It didn’t matter how powerful you were, it didn’t matter what kinds of guards you had, you would be stripped naked and exposed before him.

The version of Dyon with sealed memories believed that his thoughts were hidden from The Entity thanks to The Seal, when the truth was that this was only due to his severely weakened and restrained state. Let alone The Seal powered by the soul of an Immortal, even The Seal powered by a Peak Immortal God existence was useless before him.

And this was only Abraxus’ second disciple. There was still his third.

The First White Mother… she might have been in the infancy of her most recent reincarnation, but she was still an untouchable monster. Before the Nameless Immortal God was even a seed in his father’s sack, she was rampaging across the Immortal Plane.

Even now, no one knew how Abraxus became her master.

Then, there was now this mysterious Dyon Sacharro who appeared out of nowhere. They wanted to use some underhanded tactics to deal with Dyon in an ‘aboveboard’ manner. At the very least, before Abraxus publicly acknowledged Dyon, they still had some leeway to play a few tricks.

But… they could have never imagined that Dyon would simply vanish.

They all knew that their Steles might have been accurate when it came to the Venerable and Empyrean Realms. But, when it came to the Immortal God Realms… there were too many who disdained even to appear on the list at all. The Nameless Immortal God and Abraxus were only just two such individuals…

What it meant for someone with Abraxus’ backing to challenge them in this way… Even they could only grow serious.

“It seems we have to make a move personally. One of the old men facing the chessboard finally said.”

“Indeed.” His opponent responded.

If Nazaire could be described as a calm and refined scholar, the two old men were far more eccentric.

One had an exceptionally large gut that was completely disproportionate to the rest of his body. To make matters weirder, his movement skill was even more famous than his alchemy skill. As such, he was known as the Crane Immortal God.

His opponent was known as Alchemy God Millman. He was as thin as a branch and the only hair on his body, whether that be his head or otherwise, was a singular coarse, grey mustache. It was so thick that both of its pieces were larger than his nose and they curled upward into swirls as though he was a textbook villain.

As these two old men stood from their seats, an imposing aura leaked from their bodies. It didn’t seem that they had done it on purpose, but rather that an energy that had long since been repressed in their bodies was slowly bubbling forth.

Nazaire’s respectful appearance also receded. He seemed like a man who simply waited on these two, but this wasn’t the truth at all.

His standing was no lesser than these two men. The reason behind his servile actions was simply due to a bet he had lost many years ago. As for the details of that bet and the reason it came to be, maybe only a few people were aware. And, those who were aware of whether or not this bet still had any significance were even fewer.

These three men were the pinnacle experts of Pill Sword Mountain. The top three names on the God Stele… Were also them.

[2. Alchemy God Crane (???) – Peak God Grade Soul. Record: 0.784. Valiant Record: 0.358]

[2. Alchemy God Millman (???) – Peak God Grade Soul. Record 0.782. Valiant Record: 0.359]

[1. Alchemy God Nazaire (???) – Peak God Grade Soul. Record 0.985. Valiant Record: 0.842]