Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

When he realized this, the stifled feeling he had pressed down suddenly rose back up. Why did it always feel that Dyon was one step ahead? Before, it was precisely because of Dyon that his betrayal was exposed. Back then, Dyon even figured out his and Eve's relationship before they told a single soul.

For a Prince who had been raised to be the best from the very beginning, the same Prince who toyed with the so-called undefeatable Uidah geniuses even in his youth, Lionel couldn't stomach the constant losses he took to Dyon.

If Dyon knew Lionel's thought now, he would erupt into a fit of laughter. Madeleine, Ri and Clara weren't sent away because Dyon had planned so far ahead. Instead, they were currently conquering Ragnor territory and leading their own armies. It was purely coincidence that Lionel's plot failed.

Noticing her husband's agitation, Eve gripped Lionel's hand tighter.

"Lionel." She said firmly.

Lionel snapped out of his rage-like state, trying to slow the beating of his heart.

"This situation isn't as bad as it seems. Conserve your energy, in the end, he will have to fight us no matter what. There's no need to force the issue."

Lionel's frown deepened at these words.

"Think about it. There's no way Chenglei can control so many undead at once. He was far too arrogant in releasing so many, he just wanted to prove a point and it ended up backfiring. Even if we told him this directly, do you believe he would listen?

"But, if that bastard kills a large percentage of them, Chenglei's control will increase exponentially, making each individual undead far stronger. In the end, he's helping us."

Lionel looked to wife. He remembered a time where it was him guiding her. It was always him with the plan, always him with the solution… But after those matters, their roles had long since flipped. If it wasn't for Eve, he wouldn't even be alive today, let alone be so powerful.

Lionel nodded, turning away and recomposing himself once more. In doing this action, he missed the subtle worried expression in his wife's eyes.

Her eyes turned away, locking onto Dyon's magnificent, flickering figure.

She knew well the harm her adoptive mother, Matriarch Niveus had caused. She was even faintly aware that Dyon wasn't in the wrong. But, sometimes, the world was more complicated than black and white, right and wrong…

Not only had Dyon killed the only woman she could ever call mother, he had continuously tortured her soul, even flaunting this fact before her.

She couldn't forgive this.

Her eyes flickered, pulsing with power.

It was then that Dyon suddenly stopped massacring the skeleton army. It was clear that he could continue, but he didn't. Eve immediately understood then that anything she could think of, Dyon could as well…

'This is the perfect amount. There are enough that Chenglei still can't control them well, but too little to tilt the battle in any significant fashion…

'… With me around, you won't even have time to think of controlling such a vast army.'

Dyon shot forward. In an instant, he was amid the 39 dao experts and had simultaneously through 39 tight punches.

Dyon's movement was so sudden that other than Lionel, Eve and Chenglei, none of the others could react.

The image of 36 dragons crashing down from the skies was too mighty. The reality that a man less than a thousandth of their size was the reason was even more mighty.

"You wanted to fight?!"

Dyon's blow hit Chenglei squarely in the snout. Despite the size of Dyon's fist in comparison, it felt as though a scolding coal the size of a meteor had crashed into him. Though Chenglei's lustrous black scales weren't even remotely dented, his pride was as his long snaking neck snapped backward.

Lionel and Eve were even more pitiful. They worked in tandem to push back Dyon's strike, but it wasn't until several kilometers of skidding later that they managed to slow themselves down to a halt.

Unfortunately for the three of them, this wasn't the biggest issue. Though Dyon had sent them all flying in various directly, the 36 dragons plunged into the ground right below Dyon, their kilometer-long bodies slaughtering tens of thousands of Ragnors and Pakals in an instant.

"I gave you all a chance." Dyon growled, another javelin appearing in his hand. This time, however, it was many times longer, spanning hundreds of meters.

It pierced through the air, tearing through space and impaling the bodies of several black jade dragons in a humiliating stack.

The roars of pain and shame shook the battlefield. It felt as though despite this being a war of billions, a single man had taken center stage.

"You dare!"

"I DARE TO DO MUCH MORE!"

Dyon impaled another and another black jade dragon. The golden lightning that coursed along his obscenely large and destructive javelins coursed through their bodies, disallowing them from moving a single inch as they spasmed.

"Is this the best you can do?!" Dyon roared toward Chenglei as though goading him into losing his mind. "You arrogantly left my side and gained tens of thousands of years on me, and yet this is the best you have?!"

The sight of reptilian pupils as large as several dozen meters reddening could cause even the bravest of men to quake. However, Dyon faced this massive black jade dragon with nothing but disdain in his eyes.

His javelins continued to fly, one after another.

For those in Celestial Quadrants, Dragons were a legend they couldn't even touch the corner of… They could only dream it in their dreams, listening to stories of mighty ancestors of their past and their encounters with this mighty race. But… Seeing them treated as garden snakes by a man in the form of a golden winged deity… This was a day they'd never forget.

"Throw everything you have at me! I don't want to hear any excuses from you after you're forced to bend beneath my heel once more!"