Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

Chapter 2020 Mess

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"Do you really want to miss out on the Faith eradicating the centaurs will bring us? Stop speaking nonsense and tie our Clans to him immediately!"

Centaur territory had turned into a complete mess. Raging winds and blazing fires tore across the forests and villages, matched by the high-pitched screams and last moments of countless cultivators.

"Dammit!"

Dyon ripped a centaur apart, his left palm gripping a hoof and his right pulling an arm. The devastating sight of a human upper half and a horse lower half being torn from one another made those who were faint of heart vomit the contents of their stomachs.

But the agitation in Dyon's heart on grew.

Peals of thunder rippled through the skies as streaks of descending lightning matched his bloody rampage. Poor souls who sought to stop his onslaught but were above the age of 1000 years could only collapse into their own ashes. But even they were among the lucky few. At least they got to die painlessly.

"Halt your steps! He's an Invader!"

The roar shook the centaur population to their very core.

Their geniuses had already been torn apart, laid in a bloody heap of limbs and sheered organs. How were they supposed to stop this young man now?

Unfortunately, even though they stopped, Dyon seemed to have no intention of doing so.

The centaurs were ranked 7th on his list, but this was only the tip of the iceberg. Despite their forms, these creatures had a fondness for the human female form. The number of women who had been torn apart by their population was simply too many to count.

Still, Dyon would be lying if he said his current self cared about this. Even if they were the most innocent of creatures who harmed not even the smallest of insects, he would still vent his rage on them.

This abrupt, suffocating feeling was barreling upward from the depths of his soul. He felt the violent need to vomit, cry and shout into the skies all at once.

In the first moment he felt this feeling, he had tried to stamp it out, but the result was the wild fluctuation of his aura. The second time he tried was on his way here, he wanted to slowly calm himself over time, but he found that the feeling only became worse. The third time was occurring even to now. Every life he took, he tried to douse his rage in with their blood, but it felt like this crimson lifeline was nothing short of oil to fire.

"Fuck!"

'Dyon! You need to calm down. Now!' Little Yang yelled into his ear for what was maybe the millionth time.

They had felt Dyon's truth the moment they became his beast companions. While Dyon didn't know why he was so agitated, they did. The trouble was that Dyon didn't seem to be listening to anything right now. It would be a miracle if he could even hear his own thoughts.

Hours later, Dyon stood in the midst of countless corpses.

Had he eradicated the whole of the centaur clan? No… Many had simply decided to run away.

The only ones left were the Half-Step Transcendents who stood in the skies, trembling with rage. But who knew that Dyon, who was covered in blood that couldn't possibly be his own, actually looked up into the skies and did something they never thought he would do?

"[Nine Suns of Armageddon]. [Fiery Hell]."

Dyon's [Nine Suns of Armageddon] was nothing like they had been in the past. Before, though they were large, they could only be considered as empty shells. Dyon proficiency was only enough to barely form an outer layer that was no thicker than a balloon's skin.

However, now, everything was far different. They were half the size of the large moons Dyon formed in the past, but now, each was a densely packed sphere of black flames. In fact, they didn't even look like flames from the outside. They looked no different from dense black balls, the weight of each seemed to match an entire planet!

"Just let it all burn…"

The nine suns crashed into the grounds below, incinerating everything in their wake.

In those moments, it was as though all sound had left the world. The only thing left was a high-pitched buzzing noise that grated on the nerves as nine pillars of black shot into the skies.

The clouds above were swept into a sea black flames. The grounds below crumbled and shattered, sending wave after wave of piercing hit and oppressive energy in every direction.

'Little Yin, what do we do.' Little Yang nervously spoke to his sister. They were truly at a loss.

'He's never truly resolved the impact of his Chaos Flames. Even when he was at the pinnacle of his powers in his very first life, he never truly quelled it. Only his wives were capable of stopping this. If not for that, with his stubborn personality, he would have never fallen in love again after the death of his first wife…'

'But they're alive now dammit, why is he acting like this.'

Though Little Yang said this, he knew exactly why Dyon was acting like this. It was impossible for any seal to hold Dyon down for so long. The only person who could defeat Dyon, was Dyon himself. Maybe if his former self had laid the seal down on anyone else, this would have never become an issue. But now, conflicting thoughts were beginning to bombard Dyon's head time and time again.

He had no idea how to resolve these feelings. He suddenly felt oppressive emotions, emotions that seemed to have built up for countless trillions of years, yet he didn't know where these feelings came from. He couldn't find the root of it at all, but this only sunk him further into madness.

'We should have stopped Dyon from asking too many questions. Killing off the centaurs is fine… The number of tragedies tied to them in the former timeline after they descended upon the Mortal Plane was too many to count. But what do we do if Dyon starts killing innocents…?'