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Emperor Giant Clan territory was quite a magnificent sight. As one might imagine for a race of giant humanoids, everything in sight was larger than life. Even a normal doorway had an arch five meters into the air.
Still, what surprised Dyon was the architecture. He would have never expected that a race known for their brutish nature would actually have a keen sense of proportion and style.
Though the designs still held a sort of manly, forceful air, it still held on to a refined elegance.
Everything was built of beautiful grey and brown stone that seemed to be chiseled into shape by hand. One would think that such colors, especially without the support of precious gems one might usually find in a capital city, would limit the appreciation one might feel, but the effect was the exact opposite.
'It seems that there's a talent here that just might rival Meiying.' Dyon thought silently to himself as he strolled through the large city completely unnoticed.
Architectural talent might seem useless on the surface, but this was far from the case.
Running an Empire in Dyon's mind was similar to those city building games from his mortal world. Except here, instead of some sort of 'satisfaction' or 'happiness' metric, one measured Faith.
The better an Empire's infrastructure, the happier one's citizens would be. The happier one's citizens, the greater Faith would bloom.
Faith wasn't always about the external opinions of others toward an Empire. It was equally about what trend the internal opinions of the population tended toward. This was why fanatic territories like The Cathedral could exist without collapsing despite being so clearly horrible to their people. Instead of relying on true feelings of loyalty and happiness, they relied on baseless beliefs and doctrines to manipulate their population.
Simply put, such a talent in architecture shouldn't be underestimated. In some ways, the role they played wasn't much less important than grand elders of an Empire.
At this point, Dyon could wantonly spread his senses without worry of another sensing him. In terms of cultivators, even Higher Existences weren't qualified to detect his Immortal Sense. In terms of arrays, the Mortal Plane simply didn't have any legacies capable of exposing a Transcendent.
Like this, the entirety of the Emperor Giant Clan was projected into Dyon's mind.
'Interesting…' Dyon smirked.
Secrets? Before him, no such thing existed.
**
"I must say, I was surprised when I received your Emperor Giant Clan's call." Dyon said with a light smile. "If I recall correctly, your True God Anak and my little cousin had a bit of a misunderstanding, no?"
Of course, Dyon was currently in his masked state.
Currently, he stood within large Grand Hall. Though, Dyon had personally described many Grand Halls in this way before. But this time… He really meant it.
Though he had been offered a chair, he directly declined. What a joke. If he really did sit in the chair they offered him, he'd look no different from a baby in a bib.
Emperor Angelus smiled awkwardly at Dyon's words. This guy definitely knew why they called him, so why was he being like this? Plus, what did a matter between the younger generation matter to them?
Of course, back when he learned of what happened to his son, he had been enraged, even wanting to seek revenge. After all, Anak was the light of hope for their Emperor Giant Clan… he was their chance to finally rise again. How could they allow his dignity to be tainted to such an extent?
Back then, in a rage due to Anak daring to have designs on his Madeleine, Dyon forced Anak to kneel before the Valley of Geniuses using what appeared to be bloodline suppression.
In truth, the Emperor Giant Clan never received a definitive answer for that. But, after seeing Dyon cast [Harmonious Whole], they all couldn't help but remember the incident from back then! Could it be that the Sacharro Clan truly housed the last remnants of the Angel Clan?
Emperor Angelus sighed.
"No need to play mind games, Higher Existence Sacharro. Our Emperor Giant Clan has called you here today to submit."
Dyon's eyes widened in surprise.
Yes. He was legitimately surprised.
To take hold of Grand Templar Sect and Kong Clan territory, he had to jump through so many hoops and even personally fight a few battles.
The Kong Clan had a lot of internal conflict he had to clear up, while the Grand Templar Sect, although not as politically complicated, had a man at their helm Dyon didn't want to underestimate. Of course, this latter realization shocked himself as well back then, but he was prepared for it since he had long since realized when he stormed into the Grand Templar Sect back then to save Giralda and Ryu that there was something odd about them… and especially odd about King Cromwell.
To put how ridiculous this matter was into perspective, Dyon was responsible for essentially handing the whole of the Kitsune-Shruti Quadrant over to the Shruti Clan, and yet even they were unwilling to submit!
Dyon suddenly grinned as he thought of something.
Like he had said before. Trying to keep secrets before him? Wasn't that a fool's errand?
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Emperor Giant Clan territory was quite a magnificent sight. As one might imagine for a race of giant humanoids, everything in sight was larger than life. Even a normal doorway had an arch five meters into the air.
Still, what surprised Dyon was the architecture. He would have never expected that a race known for their brutish nature would actually have a keen sense of proportion and style.
Though the designs still held a sort of manly, forceful air, it still held on to a refined elegance.
Everything was built of beautiful grey and brown stone that seemed to be chiseled into shape by hand. One would think that such colors, especially without the support of precious gems one might usually find in a capital city, would limit the appreciation one might feel, but the effect was the exact opposite.
'It seems that there's a talent here that just might rival Meiying.' Dyon thought silently to himself as he strolled through the large city completely unnoticed.
Architectural talent might seem useless on the surface, but this was far from the case.
Running an Empire in Dyon's mind was similar to those city building games from his mortal world. Except here, instead of some sort of 'satisfaction' or 'happiness' metric, one measured Faith.
The better an Empire's infrastructure, the happier one's citizens would be. The happier one's citizens, the greater Faith would bloom.
Faith wasn't always about the external opinions of others toward an Empire. It was equally about what trend the internal opinions of the population tended toward. This was why fanatic territories like The Cathedral could exist without collapsing despite being so clearly horrible to their people. Instead of relying on true feelings of loyalty and happiness, they relied on baseless beliefs and doctrines to manipulate their population.
Simply put, such a talent in architecture shouldn't be underestimated. In some ways, the role they played wasn't much less important than grand elders of an Empire.
At this point, Dyon could wantonly spread his senses without worry of another sensing him. In terms of cultivators, even Higher Existences weren't qualified to detect his Immortal Sense. In terms of arrays, the Mortal Plane simply didn't have any legacies capable of exposing a Transcendent.
Like this, the entirety of the Emperor Giant Clan was projected into Dyon's mind.
'Interesting…' Dyon smirked.
Secrets? Before him, no such thing existed.
**
"I must say, I was surprised when I received your Emperor Giant Clan's call." Dyon said with a light smile. "If I recall correctly, your True God Anak and my little cousin had a bit of a misunderstanding, no?"
Of course, Dyon was currently in his masked state.
Currently, he stood within large Grand Hall. Though, Dyon had personally described many Grand Halls in this way before. But this time… He really meant it.
Though he had been offered a chair, he directly declined. What a joke. If he really did sit in the chair they offered him, he'd look no different from a baby in a bib.
Emperor Angelus smiled awkwardly at Dyon's words. This guy definitely knew why they called him, so why was he being like this? Plus, what did a matter between the younger generation matter to them?
Of course, back when he learned of what happened to his son, he had been enraged, even wanting to seek revenge. After all, Anak was the light of hope for their Emperor Giant Clan… he was their chance to finally rise again. How could they allow his dignity to be tainted to such an extent?
Back then, in a rage due to Anak daring to have designs on his Madeleine, Dyon forced Anak to kneel before the Valley of Geniuses using what appeared to be bloodline suppression.
In truth, the Emperor Giant Clan never received a definitive answer for that. But, after seeing Dyon cast [Harmonious Whole], they all couldn't help but remember the incident from back then! Could it be that the Sacharro Clan truly housed the last remnants of the Angel Clan?
Emperor Angelus sighed.
"No need to play mind games, Higher Existence Sacharro. Our Emperor Giant Clan has called you here today to submit."
Dyon's eyes widened in surprise.
Yes. He was legitimately surprised.
To take hold of Grand Templar Sect and Kong Clan territory, he had to jump through so many hoops and even personally fight a few battles.
The Kong Clan had a lot of internal conflict he had to clear up, while the Grand Templar Sect, although not as politically complicated, had a man at their helm Dyon didn't want to underestimate. Of course, this latter realization shocked himself as well back then, but he was prepared for it since he had long since realized when he stormed into the Grand Templar Sect back then to save Giralda and Ryu that there was something odd about them… and especially odd about King Cromwell.
To put how ridiculous this matter was into perspective, Dyon was responsible for essentially handing the whole of the Kitsune-Shruti Quadrant over to the Shruti Clan, and yet even they were unwilling to submit!
Dyon suddenly grinned as he thought of something.
Like he had said before. Trying to keep secrets before him? Wasn't that a fool's errand?
Emperor Giant Clan territory was quite a magnificent sight. As one might imagine for a race of giant humanoids, everything in sight was larger than life. Even a normal doorway had an arch five meters into the air. Still, what surprised Dyon was the architecture. He would have never expected that a race known for their brutish nature would actually have a keen sense of proportion and style. Though the designs still held a sort of manly, forceful air, it still held on to a refined elegance. Everything was built of beautiful grey and brown stone that seemed to be chiseled into shape by hand. One would think that such colors, especially without the support of precious gems one might usually find in a capital city, would limit the appreciation one might feel, but the effect was the exact opposite. 'It seems that there's a talent here that just might rival Meiying.' Dyon thought silently to himself as he strolled through the large city completely unnoticed. Architectural talent might seem useless on the surface, but this was far from the case. Running an Empire in Dyon's mind was similar to those city building games from his mortal world. Except here, instead of some sort of 'satisfaction' or 'happiness' metric, one measured Faith. The better an Empire's infrastructure, the happier one's citizens would be. The happier one's citizens, the greater Faith would bloom. Faith wasn't always about the external opinions of others toward an Empire. It was equally about what trend the internal opinions of the population tended toward. This was why fanatic territories like The Cathedral could exist without collapsing despite being so clearly horrible to their people. Instead of relying on true feelings of loyalty and happiness, they relied on baseless beliefs and doctrines to manipulate their population. Simply put, such a talent in architecture shouldn't be underestimated. In some ways, the role they played wasn't much less important than grand elders of an Empire. At this point, Dyon could wantonly spread his senses without worry of another sensing him. In terms of cultivators, even Higher Existences weren't qualified to detect his Immortal Sense. In terms of arrays, the Mortal Plane simply didn't have any legacies capable of exposing a Transcendent. Like this, the entirety of the Emperor Giant Clan was projected into Dyon's mind. 'Interesting' Dyon smirked. Secrets? Before him, no such thing existed. ** "I must say, I was surprised when I received your Emperor Giant Clan's call." Dyon said with a light smile. "If I recall correctly, your True God Anak and my little cousin had a bit of a misunderstanding, no?" Of course, Dyon was currently in his masked state. Currently, he stood within large Grand Hall. Though, Dyon had personally described many Grand Halls in this way before. But this time He really meant it. Though he had been offered a chair, he directly declined. What a joke. If he really did sit in the chair they offered him, he'd look no different from a baby in a bib. Emperor Angelus smiled awkwardly at Dyon's words. This guy definitely knew why they called him, so why was he being like this? Plus, what did a matter between the younger generation matter to them? Of course, back when he learned of what happened to his son, he had been enraged, even wanting to seek revenge. After all, Anak was the light of hope for their Emperor Giant Clan he was their chance to finally rise again. How could they allow his dignity to be tainted to such an extent? Back then, in a rage due to Anak daring to have designs on his Madeleine, Dyon forced Anak to kneel before the Valley of Geniuses using what appeared to be bloodline suppression. In truth, the Emperor Giant Clan never received a definitive answer for that. But, after seeing Dyon cast Harmonious Whole, they all couldn't help but remember the incident from back then! Could it be that the Sacharro Clan truly housed the last remnants of the Angel Clan? Emperor Angelus sighed. "No need to play mind games, Higher Existence Sacharro. Our Emperor Giant Clan has called you here today to submit." Dyon's eyes widened in surprise. Yes. He was legitimately surprised. To take hold of Grand Templar Sect and Kong Clan territory, he had to jump through so many hoops and even personally fight a few battles. The Kong Clan had a lot of internal conflict he had to clear up, while the Grand Templar Sect, although not as politically complicated, had a man at their helm Dyon didn't want to underestimate. Of course, this latter realization shocked himself as well back then, but he was prepared for it since he had long since realized when he stormed into the Grand Templar Sect back then to save Giralda and Ryu that there was something odd about them and especially odd about King Cromwell. To put how ridiculous this matter was into perspective, Dyon was responsible for essentially handing the whole of the Kitsune-Shruti Quadrant over to the Shruti Clan, and yet even they were unwilling to submit! Dyon suddenly grinned as he thought of something. Like he had said before. Trying to keep secrets before him? Wasn't that a fool's errand?
