Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

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The second matter that was in his favor were the nature of his opponents. True God Lux, Aurum, and Nativus, for example, hadn't even brought armies, they appeared alone. Then there was True God Falkor, Titus and Anak, who were so weak that Dyon couldn't even be bothered with them.

The former three were obviously too prideful to feel they needed to bring an army at all. As for why True God Titus didn't follow in the footsteps of his Dragon Race, it could only be said he was a weird one. Despite being a prideful Dragon, didn't he not hesitate to sneak attack and kill God Goldeen? He was one of the very rare Dragons who placed their pride in their scheming instead of his own personal prowess. Which was surprising considering his appearance.

Who would think that a man with flaming red hair, jagged teeth, and twin fiery sabers, wouldn't be in love with combat, but instead, strategy? He could only be described as an anomaly. Nothing in the universe was absolute…

However, it was precisely because of this that Dyon didn't let his guard down. Since that schemer had dared to come, it meant he was fairly confident in his odds for success. And… Of all those here, he was the most aware of Dyon's prowess!

'Let's whittle them down a bit then…' Dyon thought faintly.

With his divine sense stretching out half a million kilometers, he had detected them all long ago.

According to Dyon's calculations, True God Luz, Aurum and Nativus would definitely arrive here first. This was something he would know even without his divine sense. Since they were the most powerful and had the smallest group, it was incomparably easy for them to cross a silver danger zone.

There was no point in attempting to obstruct them, doing so would only make them stop approaching leisurely. If they rushed here in a fit of rage, Dyon would have to fight these battles with his hands tied behind his back too soon.

Instead, Dyon focused all his attention on the Heavenly Sword Guild and the Star Force. Their interference would be the most potent. In addition, Dyon didn't want to alert schemer Titus to the true extent of his abilities too soon.

Dyon's head tilted up, the faint images of two young girls appearing in his mind.

For over half a year, he had sat in this very spot. He couldn't forget the fact he had promised to show them the world. He couldn't forget how he abandoned that promise to them.

It was impossible to look back and make up for that mistake. They were gone, and nothing he could do would bring them back. Even erecting the Arc of Humanity seemed like a pitiful effort to Dyon. It wasn't enough. They were worth more than that, their smiles and gentleness were worth more than that.

So, Dyon decided on something else. Since he failed to show them the world, he would surpass that promise and do something far grander, something worthy of them.

The whole world deserved to know they existed, that Mia and Bella Sacharro existed.

He would grasp that world he promised to show them, subdue it, subjugate it. Then, he would bring it to its knees and offer it up in memory of them.I think you should take a look at

This whole world, filled with garbage and evil, awashed in inhumanity and hatred, he would flood it with blood and gore to leave only the beauty Mia and Bella wanted to experience. He would force it to pay respects to their grave, force it to pay for what it did to them.

In that moment, an enraged roar left Dyon's lips. It was so fierce that space shattered like glass around his voice.

The world seemed to tremble under his might. Those who had wanted to record the events for profit could only stand stunned as their arrays were destroyed one after another.

A slumbering beast had awoken once more.

Dyon's roar shook the whole of the lower tier, even territories located toward the most outer edges were filled with cultivators who looked up into the skies.

That sort of resolution and power… They had never heard such a thing before.

They felt their knees go weak. The power of an Emperor wasn't something Dyon had released in full strength until just now, and it was formidable beyond belief.

"I warned you all 6 months ago." Dyon's voice seemed to carry an abyssal hell with it. Purgatory rose up from murky depths, reddening the skies, and dyeing the air with the stench of blood. "The first time I sent you away, it was half-dead. This time, there'll be nothing but corpses."

At this moment, Madeleine was frantically trying to contact Dyon. She knew very well that Dyon could hear her, and even see her image, but he didn't respond.

There was a limit to what one person could do alone. Dyon had such an unyielding character that he would never forgive those who slighted his family. And the Demon Generals were his family!

"Hoho, it seems we've pissed him off." Titus smiled lightly, his red eyes flashing with an indiscernible light.

No one knew more than Titus how Heaven Defying Dyon was. Thoughts of Dyon's True Domain still woke him up at night with fright. A saint? Who comprehended a true domain? Wasn't that too ridiculous? How were they meant to believe this?

Yet, he had come here anyway, even knowing that that true domain was likely far stronger than it had been in the past. Even if he was a schemer, he still had the pride of a Dragon. He wanted to stand on top, how could he stand the thought of someone controlling a tier he sat in alone?

Within the Star Force, Vespak's face darkened with hardly concealed killing intent. His emotions were in such a tailspin that the ethereal flickering of his body almost went out of control, continuously shifting from corporeal to see-through.