Seeing the approached throngs of Overlords, Dyon was suddenly speechless.
Massive golden three-legged birds, minotaurs hundreds of ters tall breathing fire, snake-haired n and won, phoenixes of red and blue…
Dyon felt as though he was being pranked. At least in the past when he beca public enemy number one whether that be in the Epistemic Tower, or in Sprite Alliance, he had actually done sothing to warrant it.
Now, however, he was at a loss.
On one hand, he found this to be greatly convenient. With all of the Overlords gathering in this way, as long as he killed them all, this would be effectively over.
However, on another hand, this was baffling. He doubted these Overlords even knew his na. Why was he suddenly being targeted by so many of them? Had he underestimated the impact of his actions in the last almost decade?
Dyon thought for a mont.
He and his wives appeared with several aliases, wreaking havoc. However, in order to paint a more realistic picture, most of the personas that Dyon created were far weaker than his true self. So, the ‘damage’ they caused wouldn’t be enough for Overlords to make a move at all.
More importantly, there was simply too much ti left in the first phase. Though no one knew exactly how the rules of this Ancient Ga worked, even the shortest ti fra the first phase had taken place went on for several decades. But, it hadn’t even been 7 years yet!
This was all to say that it didn’t make sense that these Overlords were so eager to make a move now. The only explanation was that they really were fearful of Dyon’s improvent speed. But in order for them to know how fast he could improve, they’d have to speak to soone like Kaori. However, this once more led to the very first problem Dyon faced in this line of thought: what right did Kaori have to speak to entities on such a level?
This was the sa reason Dyon hadn’t shifted his attention away from Kaori. There were nurous individuals from the mortal plane who had the sa knowledge of Dyon’s abilities that Kaori had, but how many of them had the actual ans to make use of this knowledge?
Would a three facet Overlord listen to the ravings of a Dao Formation little boy or girl? Would even a Higher Existence care to listen? Even worse, even soone of the sa cultivation level wouldn’t bother to listen because they’d be too busy trying to kill the ‘invaders’.
Dyon was certain that most of his fellow invaders only survived so long precisely because he was taking so much attention away from them.
Of course, Dyon wasn’t naïve enough to think that they’d be ‘grateful’ for this. They were likely dreading a future where the Mortal Empire was all there was. However, at the very least, the vast majority of them wouldn’t dare to or even have the ability to provoke him.
‘It can’t be the Sapientia either… right? I sent Little Alauna and Luna off to scout them for years. I’ve also kept close tabs on the young they sent in…’
After a mont, Dyon’s confusion dissipated, replaced by a calm aura.
Since he couldn’t figure out what was going on, there was only one explanation: whatever was happening was elevated to a level beyond his ans.
The truth behind it all… Why these Overlords were intent on attacking him, why he failed to cut through that deity, why it was his wrist was numb… They were currently beyond his understanding.
Others might think they were simply missing sothing, however Dyon was confident to the point of arrogance in his own intelligence. Whatever was happening had a scope so vast he wasn’t yet capable of seeing through it.
However, that didn’t dampen his mood. Instead, he grinned, a fierce aura rushing through his veins.
War qi erupted from his body, coating the black fog of Reaper in the slightest red tinge.
A halo appeared above his head, six pairs of black wings unfurling to his back.
“[Titan Emperor’s Will… Act Three… Stage Two].”
[Titan Emperor’s Will] had three acts, each of which had three stages. The first act’s first stage provided a twenty tis multiplier to Dyon’s body and qi. However, the third act’s second stage had an amplification of 2560 tis!
Dyon had already been using the third act’s first stage. But now that more enemies had co out to play, why not go all out?
His skin glistened like diamond, his pale blue eyes blazing with fighting intent.
[Author’s Note: After entering the diamond silk stage, rember that Dyon’s eyes and hair changed color]
Dyon launched himself into battle, countless [Judgent] arrays surging to life around him.
“[Sage’s Decree]. [Patience]. [Modesty]. [Brotherhood].”
Illusory golden palms appeared in the skies, each more powerful than the last. Like a god descending, they condescendingly struck outward with forces that created kiloter long trenches in the once blemishless flat fields of the Ancient Battlefield.
Dyon was keenly aware that his battle prowess continued to drop subtly. However, he always reacted by pouring in more strength. Like a madman who could only use brute force, he charged and charged again, his heart lighting up to illuminate the world.
This large, looming hand that seed intent on stamping out his resolve… Dyon really wanted to see which would happen first.
Would it be he who ran out of strength? Or would the hands of this puppeteer be severed by his blade?
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