Chapter 1987 - Strings (2) (1/2)

Dyon didn't want to rule his people by means of religion. He didn't have any particular opinion of the matter itself one way or another, but what he knew was that he didn't want to be worshipped like God.

He wanted to foster a culture where certain people were revered, yes. But he didn't want it to feel as though they were out of reach. This was where the religion that that dominated Ragnor territory presented a unique opportunity.

Norse mythology, as Dyon's homeland called it, was one that had Gods and Goddesses. But, it was unique in one aspect: mortals could become Gods as well.

It was a bit different from the exact lore Dyon knew from his youth, but in Ragnor territory, valiant warriors had a chance to enter Valhalla after their deaths. This Valhalla was known as a paradise of warriors. In this place, you earned the right to fight for and alongside the Gods. Then, over time, one could become a God themselves.

This concept couldn't have been more beautiful to Dyon. These people of Oswald City and cities just like it across Ragnor territory worshipped Gods, but they didn't feel that they were unreachable. They felt that if they pushed hard enough, that if they tried hard enough, they too could reach such a height one day.

This sort of feeling, this sort of hope, it was in sharp contract to the feelings that permeated amidst the Thralls. Or, maybe, it was exactly the same… Maybe it was with thoughts of Valhalla that the Thralls willingly threw their lives away… Maybe it was because of Valhalla that they forsook their wives and children, believing that one day they would join them on a higher plane.

This was why the people of Oswald were so disgusted by the Ragnors. They had their own code of honor, a code they believed should dictate the lives of true warriors. Yet, the so-called warriors of Ragnor seemed to spit on those rules at every turn.

Belief and conviction were powerful things, especially in the hands of humans. And when manipulated by a man as intelligent as Dyon… the effects were unimaginable.

The results spoke for themselves. Without a single ounce of bloodshed, without lifting a single weapon, the Mortal Alliance conquered its first Ragnor Universe. Dyon simply had too many Goddesses on his side. His wives, his sisters, the Dream Panthers… He used the beauty of each and every one to his utmost advantage. Not only did he gain the universe, he gained the hearts of the people.

Ragnor territory touched upon 3 Beast Clan Universes with 5 of their own. They usually neglected these universes, believing them to be useless for anything other than their Faith. Other than sending a few experts to keep the Beast Clans in check every year, they did little else.

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Dyon stood before Abraham and Dravil, both of whom seemed tired beyond believe. Over the past few months, they had tried their hardest to sweep through King Universe while also keeping their true identities under wraps, but it was definitely difficult. Trying to make sure the Pakals believed they were the Ragnors and the Ragnors believed the vice versa was taxing on their mentals. Even with Dyon constantly feeding them information, it was an uphill battle.