Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 2086 Choose Quickly

Chapter 2086 Choose Quickly

?Dyon's mind landed on an answer that made him want to destroy everything. An answer he had come to for the second time already despite his not knowing…
If the expressed goal of the Heavens was to push for the evolution of the people born under its charge… Wouldn't allowing these people to live forever hinder this goal…? Wouldn't these lab rats it created run harder on their hamster wheels if they knew there was an expiration date attached to their pitiful lives…?
"Dammit!"
Dyon's foot descended upon Death's chest, shattering it completely.
He bent over and ripped Death's scythe from his armor covered hands.
His entire body seemed to have a shadow cast over it, his enraged gaze clouding over as his black flames flickered.
Dyon's body disappeared, reappearing to see three familiar figures with colored scales beneath their eyes.
Seeing their hesitation, Dyon spoke in a deep voice that forced the calm deep underwater currents to surge.
"I'm only giving you one chance. You can either choose to act on your initial plans and die, or you can make the smarter choice.
"Choose quickly. I'm not in a very good mood."
Dyon's presence seemed to have completely changed.
Before, though it was difficult to see through him, Ancestor Mist still felt that she had a grasp on Dyon's bottom line. He didn't seem like a person who would act recklessly, nor did he seem like a dangerous x-factor. It was hard to explain her feelings, but if she were to put them into simple terms, she felt inexplicably… safe around Dyon.
If others heard her thoughts, they'd find it to be laughable. She had just been planning to subdue Dyon and all but imprison him for a lifetime just moments ago. By all rights, this person should have been an enemy to her. How such a situation suddenly birthed such feelings was beyond even her years of experience's capability to explain.
However… The Dyon before her now was like a wild beast.
Setting aside the ghastly wounds that left not a single part of his body untouched, his expressionless, dark gaze sent shivers down her spine. It really seemed that if she took even a single step out of line, he would slaughter her where she stood.
No… Not just her, but everything even remotely connected to her, as though he would uproot her existence from the world and make her suffer a true death.
The Dyon of before still possessed strength she felt she could fight against. But this Dyon… This cold, sinister, emotionless Dyon… It felt as though even if it was the world itself against him, he could shatter it with a single palm strike.
Ancestor Mist involuntarily gulped, her slender neck constricting almost against her will. She should have been able to go almost a lifetime without oxygen to breathe, yet she suddenly felt as though she was being suffocated. The pressure beneath the dark ocean waters suddenly meant nothing in comparison to the Presence of the young man before her.
Her heart constricted when she noticed that Dyon's hand was holding something. What filled her with fear was the fact even having focused on it, she could only barely make out what it was. It wasn't for the fact Dyon's hand was curled into a half closed fist, she wouldn't have seen it at all.
What shook her even more was the fact that there was a deep cut in the ocean floor. Dyon didn't seem to be applying any pressure, yet the black diamond ground beneath their feet was sliced through like butter. It didn't even impede Dyon's ability to slowly walk forward.
Ancestor Mist's trembling grew fiercer. This ocean floor was the product of suppression beyond one's wildest imaginations. Their underwater city had reached the utmost limit of cultivation and science, their only regret was their inability to dig beneath this ocean's floor.
If Ancestor Mist went all out and put everything she had into a single attack, she might be able to dig half a foot downward into it. However, though she couldn't see the weapon's true form, she could faintly tell that its polearm was at least 3 meters long, while the cut it created was at least 2 meters deep…
Yet it was all done casually!
No, this wasn't even the proper way to characterize it. Such words almost implied that Dyon was trying to achieve this result, when the reality was that he was just too lazy to lift the blade any higher!
Elionora and Jesper immediately noticed their Ancestor's odd actions. In fact, considering the way her chest was heaving, she seemed to almost be hyperventilating.
Ancestor Mist completely forgot that she was underwater. Torrent of qi dense liquid jetted into her nose and mouth as she tried to find air to breathe. As one might expect, this only made her situation worse as the drowning feeling increased exponentially.
Her vision blurred as her mind went blank. Her slender fingers trembled, reaching up to her chest as though she was trying to grasp onto her own heart.
"Ancestor? Ancestor!"
Elionora and Jesper panicked.
"Stop! Stop it!" Elionora implored Dyon.
It seemed the two elders were mistaken. They truly believed that Dyon had taken action against Ancestor Mist already. How could they possibly guess that Dyon had yet to move even a single finger.
His words weren't a lie. He wasn't in a good mood. But he was in even less of a mood to battle after doing so endlessly for an entire year.
He wouldn't mind cutting these three down where they stood, but three three-fold Overlord subordinates were more useful to him than three dead three-fold Overlords.
"Please! You said you'd give us a chance!"
Dyon's dull gaze met Elionora's. It became clear very quickly that he simply didn't care about what was happening.
This game of the mortal plane, it seemed ever so small to him all of a sudden. If it wasn't for his responsibilities as an Emperor, he wouldn't have the drive to finish this first phase at all. Playing the games of the Heavens was the last thing he wanted to do right now.
At this moment, even Ancestor Mist couldn't grasp what was happening.