Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1993 Destruction

Chapter 1993 Destruction

As the battle raged on, Dyon began to understand what his limits were. With his ability to control space, controlling the battlefield was easy. Even if these two weren't suppressed by the Heaven's Scroll, Dyon could still outmaneuver them. After all, he had Hell's Right Eye. However, he was still lacking in destructive power. He only managed to leave faint white marks on the skin of these two Ancestors despite the Dragon King erupting with its full strength. Of course, Dyon could force the issue, but that would greatly impact his stamina. How many such attacks could he launch in a single battle? None of this even mentioned the problem of Faith either. Still, this didn't discourage Dyon. Just like there were divisions among Dao experts, there were of course divisions between Higher Existences. If not, the Devil Quadrants would have long fallen considering they only have 1. These two Ancestors were the pinnacle of strength the mortal plane could produce. Their Daos had long since been pushed to the 7th, 8th and even 9th levels. In addition, they had deep comprehensions toward a myriad of heaven grade techniques and also a small handful of divine grade ones as well. This didn't even mention the fact their battle experience levels were far beyond Dyon. Though Dyon used his special meridians and soul to make up for this discrepancy, he still realized this problem. 'Destructive power… huh…' Dyon grinned. "[A Summer's Blazing Sun]!" Dyon's Chaos Flames swallowed and consumed the ordinary black flames of the Dragon King Blade, condensing into a fiery blaze. At the same instant, Dyon swapped the qi within his meridians, replacing them with a crimson corrosive qi that seemed eager to destroy everything in the world. Dyon had long since realized that the special red type qi he found in the wyvern den all those years ago carried similar properties to the corrosive energy he travelled through in the Nebula of the 99 universes. However, even knowing about its overwhelming strength, he hadn't dared to use it. Wouldn't it just be asking for death if he allowed such a thing to enter his body? But now that he had entered the Diamond Silk Stage, everything was different! In that instant, the expression of the two Ancestors changed, but it was already too late. Dyon's sword play was filled with fury and aggressiveness, his steps only moving forward, never sideways or back. Countless bloody gashes appeared on their bodies, winding around their frames and searing their wounds with a flame that could melt stars. The change was far too abrupt. Nine black suns appeared in the skies. The two Ancestors didn't understand how lucky they were that the Immortal Blood Gang array was ultimately an enclosed space, limiting the size of Dyon's [Nine Suns of Armageddon]. However, even if they did know, they weren't in any sort of position to be thinking about it. Dyon's swordplay sparked the feeling of endless fury. Like meteors streaking across the skies and crashing to the earth below, it was relentless. The oppressive heat pervaded the blood red dome. Even with the Heaven's Scroll suppressing much of it from reaching outward, those spectating couldn't help but feel that their layers of skin were being scorched. "Dad took away all the fun." Alauna said with a pout as she floated down by Luna and Madeleine's side. "Selfish little girl." Luna reprimanded her daughter with a teasing smile. "He doesn't get to release often, while you're always out and about causing trouble. Allow him this moment." Alauna pouted, clearly disagreeing with her mother's sentiments. "Dad doesn't seem like he wants to kill them." Alauna suddenly said. Madeleine smiled. "Though he's reconnected with his true self, that doesn't mean he's regressed back to his former immaturity. He can still see things far clearer than he had in the past. It's not worth it to kill two experts on this level with such a war coming. It would be much better to turn them into protectors of our Sacharro Clan, don't you think?" Hearing these words, Alauna burst into a fit of laughter. "The Sapientia and Giants won't be very happy about this." "They should have thought of that before they tried to use us as a piece in their political schemes." Alauna remained silent. She was very much used to Madeleine's sweet side, but there were rare occasions when she took the reins of first wife and exuded an aura unmatched by even the most prestigious of Empresses. Whenever these moments occurred, Alauna couldn't help but look toward her with admiration. Of Dyon's wives, she seemed the quietest and most reserved, allowing everything to roll off her back. But if one used this to assume she wasn't strong, you'd be making a massive mistake. "While your father is off satiating his mid-life crisis, we women still have something to do." Madeleine said lightly, looking toward the area that now contained just Rose and Jade. It was time for them to come home. **
"It was a success?" Junior, or rather, Dyon, smiled happily when Saru and Lilith appeared before him once more. Judging by their at ease expression, it seemed that everything worked out for the good. This was a great relief to Dyon. He cared about Jade's wellbeing. And, since Jade cared for Rose, he cared for her as well. It was as simple as that. Dyon never had any thought toward Rose for her strength. The current Dyon was already stronger than she was though this clone version of himself was still lagging behind. Rather, he wanted to protect the two of them and ensure they were safe. "Rose was a bit hardheaded at first, but everything worked out in the end. Your main body is wreaking havoc at the Nephilim Gathering, so she really had no choice but to accept it." Lilith said with a sweet smile. She felt that the more she looked at Dyon, the deeper she fell. It was an inexplicable feeling she couldn't control, even though she knew it was irrational. She wanted to know more about him. What was his favorite food? His favorite color? His hobbies? She wanted to know them all. He seemed to know so much about her, but she knew so little.
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