Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

The Lord Creator was stunned by Dyon's words. But before he could laugh, Dyon's eyes opened. There was a deathly stillness within them, as though the air of a Higher Existence was akin to nothing but an ant before him.

Dyon pulled Madeleine to his back. "Support me." He said softly, as he released the beast babies into their true forms.

After analyzing the situation, Dyon eliminated many things. However, he did know that Madeleine would be very powerful here. This Lord Creator made a mistake choosing a battle ground rife with life essence.

Four wings of gold bloomed from Dyon's back. "[Titan Emperor's Will], [Weaken]."

Complex gears turned in Dyon's eyes, halving the power of his technique's first stage and multiplying his power by ten.

Madeleine's nerves calmed. It wasn't that she was a coward. If anything, the reality was that Madeleine was far braver than Dyon. While Dyon's innate manifestation filled him with an unbridled arrogance that prepared him to face any and everything, Madeleine had no such constitution. She used nothing but her own mental strength to settle herself down, such a matter made her more than worthy to be a Sacharro.

"Yes." Madeleine said softly, her violet hair fluttering as streams of blue flames quietly made their ways toward her delicate palms.

Madeleine didn't need to speak with Dyon to understand what he was thinking. This Lord Creator had lived for trillions of years. Most likely, he was a forgotten existence from the Primordial Era, possibly from the Golden Era. Either way, the exact Era was unimportant. What was important, however, was the fact he would have no idea who Amethyst was because the birth of the first Violet Phoenix wouldn't have occurred until long after his death!

They could use this to their advantage. Since this Lord Creator wouldn't understand the secrets behind Madeleine's violet flames, they'd use it to their advantage. What better countered death than life?!

"Gya, gya, gya." The Lord Creator recovered his wits. He had been slightly stunned by Dyon's words, and even more stunned by his ability to ignore the air of a Higher Existence. "I, Lord Orcus, was born to the descendants of the Legendary Golden Crow.

"Throughout my lifetime, I lived for almost fifteen million years and mastered many things. I was an alchemist of great rapport, a beast tamer of great skill, a runic vein master of unmatched ferocity, but my greatest mastery was over death and poison. My only sin was being born into a declining Clan!

"Yet, today, a youth of not even 100 years old dares to claim my remains for his own! Gya, gya, gya.

"Little boy, extracting your flames to accomplish my goal to perfection will be the sweetest experience this old man has had for trillions of years."

The Lord Creators gaze turned ferocious, the blue flames in his eyes raging to a new height that almost sent a beam of blue light outward to incinerate Dyon.

Dyon's arms raised, twenty brilliant arrays of red appeared before him. He didn't bother to listen to Orcus' words, nor did he care about his backstory or his plight. Born into a declining Clan? The anguish of Dyon's life didn't even allow such a privilege!

"[Judgement: Carnage]."

Dyon no longer had to hold back. With his soul energy having converted to be slightly reminiscent of planet qi, he finally met the minimum requirement to use [Carnage] at full power!

"[Accelerate]."

Right in the middle of his grand speech, Orcus' words were stalled by 20 streaking red lights. At first, he snorted. His soul was still perfectly intact, meaning his divine sense was still that of a Higher Existence. In fact, he was only a step away from Immortal Sense in his previous lifetime. Such an achievement would give his senses an almost tangible will.

Simply put, to him, these blinding flashes of light were slow. He experienced exactly what Dyon did so often… However, his body wasn't able to keep up!

BOOM!

The tall skeleton blasted backward, slamming into the throne he had just stood from and tipping it over to crash into the wall behind.

The walls of the sky castle resonated the sound, causing it to seemingly crawl across the throne room, shaking the pillars and quaking the ground.

Shere's loud roar filled with battle intent followed. A slaughter qi swirled into the air, painting the blue room red.

In that moment, it became a scene of competing air. Swirls of blue and red coloring the space.

However, the laughter of grating bones sounded once more.

Dyon didn't wait for Orcus to stand, he immediately prepared another twenty [Carnage] spears, flapping his wings once and blasting by the throne. He bared down, swinging his arms and sending another twenty, ten approaching from each side.

"Enough!"

Dyon's quickly forming arrays shatter. Blood flew from his lips as he flew backward. If it wasn't for Linlin catching him before he fell, he would be been sent flying from the throne room.

Cracks ran along Dyon's gem-like body. It really seemed that he could shatter into millions of pieces at any moment. Even his bright golden wings dimmed, falling weakly to his side.

Dyon's eyes contracted. Firstly, he had barely sensed Orcus' fist before it slammed into him. To make matters worse, that shout that shattered his arrays was infused with Presence!

Dyon couldn't understand it. Wasn't Presence something that relied on the body? It was a Martial Art, was it not?... How the hell was Orcus using it as a spirit?! Even worse, didn't this mean it would be impossible for him to form arrays?!

Dyon felt a stream of life essence flood into his body, quickly healing the cracks that spread through his body.

"Gya, gya, gya. To reach the bronze-silk realm at such a young age. The luck around you is quite good, boy. You've inspired me. However, you're still unworthy of being my clone. Refining you into a corpse soldier, however… That would be pretty good."