Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

Chapter 1762 Manifest

Even Dyon hadn't expected this. The golden lightning had remained dormant for so long that he thought he might never sense its acceptance. Who knew that at the moment he needed it most… It would welcome him with open arms. 

[Author's Note: Quick refresher for those who need it. Dyon's manifestation came with 6 halos of power. The weapon's pagoda. The single eye. His white flames. His black flames. His crown. And the golden lightning he awakened during the second trial after being ran through the golden lightning that appeared after Amphorae became the creator of Music Will]. 

An instant later, something that Chenglei could hardly believe happened. 

The once blue and bright skies had been completed coated by the portal to his Death Realm. Even now, the swirling portal of black still allowed black skeletal creatures to descend, filling the battlefield with ravings of creatures of the dark. 

However, all of this changed in but a moment. 

The skies began to rumble, the sound of thunder leaping and bounding through the air. 

It was then the sky became dark for a reason entirely different than Chenglei's portal to the underworld. 

The bane of yin had always been lightning. Since time immemorial, this had always been the case. However, those who could control lightning were too few and the price for doing so was heavy. 

One only needed to look toward the Ragnor Clan to understand. Their Clan was created in thanks to an ancestor who was blessed with luck and received a lightning legacy. However, the survival rate of their geniuses was extremely low because of this. 

Thanks to their great lightning affinity, their lightning tribulations was incomprehensibly more difficult, resulting in the vast majority of them dying. In reality, much of their evil deeds could be traced back to this reason. In order for the Clan to survive until now, they felt they were forced to commit these evil acts in order to mitigate their disadvantages. 

Though Dyon understood this, he had no respect for it. But, these matters were irrelevant now… What was relevant was the golden lightning descending from the skies, shattering the portal to Chenglei's Death Realm, and forcing him to cough up blood. 

A second array pulsed to life to Dyon's back, raging with an intent no less than that of his fire dao. 

It crackled with malice and power, radiating an irritating sound akin to millions of chirping birds.  ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novelenglish.net . ꜰɪre.ɴet

[Author's Note: Shout out to Kakashi]. 

No matter how confident they had been in their power before, Lionel and Eve couldn't help but turn pale. Lionel had been so proud in his fire dao just moments ago, but before Dyon's, just what was his worth? 

Only Chenglei managed to keep his composure, his battle intent soaring as he roared into the skies, he massive body whipping toward Dyon. 

Dyon's hand stretched outward, a javelin of black flames wrapped in crackling golden lightning appearing in an instant. 

"I did warn you all, did I not?" 

His arm shot forward like a canon. Circles of bursting air spun around the attack launched toward the hordes of skeletal creatures. 

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM! 

It was just a single attack, but tens of thousands of Chenglei's army was wiped out in an instant. The morale surged once more as Dyon acted like the lightning god Zeus, raining bolts of vengeance downward. 

The irony couldn't have been more potent. It was Chenglei himself that said the one with the largest number of small fists wouldn't win. And now, his words had come manifest. 

The Ragnor Clan suddenly froze. 

Watching Dyon in the skies like a deity amongst men, wielding golden lightning as though clouds forged by the heavens were his playpen, it struck them in a deep part of their souls. 

In the Ragnor Clan, there was no God they worshipped more than Thor. He was an ancestral figure of theirs that they had never forgotten, a man who stood above all others. Though Odin was acknowledged as the most powerful of the Faith Seed creators of their past, Thor was without question the most beloved. 

It wasn't that they fused the image of Thor with Dyon in their minds. Rather, they felt a deep suppression. As though before Dyon… They couldn't hope to control their lightning… Even if they were Thor himself. 

It was only a single javelin strike of spinning black flames and crackling lightning, but the devastation was beyond compare. If it wasn't for Dyon's quick action in suppressing the explosion, let alone the skeleton army, large portions of his own army would have been wiped out along with swaths of Ragnors and Pakals. 

But, even with his conscious suppression, the impact of Dyon's lightning dao drastically changed the battlefield once more. The Ragnor army immediately lost half of its battle prowess. Their berserk transformation ceased to work, and their Valkyries could no longer sense the essence of their special spear technique. It was as though Dyon had smothered them completely. 

The true power of a Dao was on full display. When one reaches Dyon's level… It's as though every dao comprehended becomes a True Domain of its own! 

Dyon's body flickered around the battlefield. Wherever he appeared and his beautiful golden wings coated in flames and lightning flapped, devastation would ensue. 

The 39 dao experts couldn't have been more frustrated. No matter how they tried to lock space, no matter how quickly they moved, they simply couldn't keep him with Dyon. 

Chenglei could only watch as thousands of his skeleton army, an army he suffered through countless millennia to build, fell one after another. 

"Fight me!" He roared in complete, unabated rage. But Dyon pretended he couldn't hear him. Well, it was either that or he really couldn't. The crackling of his lightning dao seemed to drown out everything else. 

As the insidious individual he was, Lionel regained his composure and immediately began to scour the battlefield for pawns they could use to force Dyon to fight them head on. Unfortunately, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't find even a whiff of Madeleine, Ri or Clara.