450 Divide and Conquer Part 1 (1/2)
”Admirable, simply admirable. What a performance! Dad is truly my idol. Poor Elia will curse all that is profane for missing this.”
A gawking Heide muttered while holding a recording mirror to save this grand performance. Although she'd often heard of her father's theatrical skills, this was her first time witnessing them firsthand.
Selene, Verena and Valkyrie, however, remained undisturbed.
”This is but a fraction of your father's theatrical skills. In the past, he's done much worse.”
Verena remarked with a smile, while Konrad's devil shroud kept them all concealed from the deities and mortals alike. In fact, even without Konrad's help, if they didn't want to be seen, no one on the current scene could spot them. Such was the might of the Devil Bridge.
Heide pocketed her recording mirror, and the devil shroud vanished on the Mara posers, letting the three of them appear to plain view. Of course, the chaotic scenery prevented anyone from paying them heed.
In the sky, five Dream Spirits and three Mara experts, and even repartition of four males and four females appeared. The males stood bare-chested with the usual wrapped genie pants held by a belt, while the females donned sleeveless belly shirts.
Maras and Dream Spirits were undoubtedly the most attractive creatures of the Celestial Realm. In fact, in terms of pure beauty, across the Higher Realms, only incubi, succubi and maenads could possibly contend with them. The best of the rest fell a step short. For that reason, Maras and Dream Spirits' beauty standards always appeared absurd to other races. In any other place, those eight would, individually, stand out as beings of flawless - compelling beauty. But when set side by side, they became average.
Seven boasted peak-stage High God cultivation bases while the eighth, the group's leader, stood at the mid-stage Cosmic God Rank. Seven deacons and one protector. Their gazes looked past Konrad to land on Nehal who still quivered within his grasp, and instantaneously, their magenta eyes widened with flaring disbelief!
”Nehal? How could this be?”
The leader, a man that seemed to be in his late-twenties but had in fact lived for hundreds of thousands of years, blurted without target. Awoken by the name call, Nehal raised her trembling eyes toward the Sea Dream Protector.
”Uncle Am-Amrit?”
Nehal stammered, with her eyes ”brightened” by a surge of relief. In glee, she left her savior's arms to rush toward the protector. Heaven only possessed less than five hundred Cosmic Gods. Even the Sea Dream Temple only had around thirty, all with nine out of ten possessing royal blood.
This Amrit indeed was one of Nehal's uncles. Or to be more accurate, uncle-in-law. But before Nehal could reach him, it seemed the last bit of energy in her body vanished, and she collapsed mid-air.
Amrit appeared to catch her mid-flight and inject his God-Force into her body. But feeling the Nihility God level cultivation within her frame, his eyes widened in disbelief. Two centuries ago, Nehal was merely at Divine Ascension. How could she grow from Divine Ascension all the way to the Nihility God Rank in two centuries?
Closing his eyes, Amrit used his Intermediate level of Truth Laws to reconstruct the events that had just occurred. They shocked him no end, and while holding the recovering Nehal firm in his hands, he shifted his eyes toward her savior, the man he'd neglected till now.
”Heaven blesses you.”
Konrad greeted with a polite bow, before Amrit opened his mouth. At a glance, Amrit could see that Konrad's cultivation stood at the peak-stage of the High God Rank while his bloodline reached the noble level. For each Deva Bloodline, there were millions of half-bloods, hundreds of thousands of purebloods, tens of thousands of noble blood, thousands of greater blood, and hundreds of royal blood bearers.