Chapter 2376 - Is (3)

The blood of Overlords splattered.

It was only now that the was so close to so many of them that Dyon understood what being almost immortal truly meant.

In the past, even if he was facing a Higher Existence, having your body dissected was a death sentence. Maybe only Dyon had the alchemy chops necessary to bring someone back from the brink of death in such a state. Either that, or you would have to rely on some ȯbsċėnėly rare treasure like the Life Stone.

However, these Overlords could be mistaken for undead at times. Dyon saw quite a few who still had battle prowess even after being bisected at the waist, even attacking Dyon after the cut was made.

Of course, this didn't faze Dyon much, but it was a thought he buried deep to keep at the back of his mind. He couldn't treat Overlords like mortals. In a sense, they were already half immortal. Their vitality couldn't be compared to everyday cultivators.

Still, the more enemies Dyon cut down, the more he felt that something was wrong.

'What do they get out of sacrificing so many Overlords?'

Dyon's scythe stopped. He looked toward the cowering Overlords with a dull gaze.

"Hm..?"

Dyon's arm swung backward, taking Reaper with it and slicing through what should have been a sneak attack.

The Overlord responsible gagged on his own blood as he tried to breath, his body cut diagonally from his shoulder to hip. He hovered in the air weakly, his gaze burning with ill intent.

"A "deity"?"

Dyon thought for a moment and seemed to remember that it was true that much of the Overlord of the Deity Clan hadn't shown up back when they eradicated them and brought what remained to the mortal plane.

'Huh…?'

Dyon suddenly realized that his diagonal cut hadn't been clean. This reality actually stunned him for a moment. Ever since he got Reaper, he had never failed to completely cut through anything before. Though it was only the thinnest piece of flesh on the deity's opposite hip, something that anyone else would ignore as a fluke, Dyon's own brows furrowed for the first time.

With another flick of his wrist, he finished the diagonal cut, slicing through the rest of the deity's hip. Dyon, however, wasn't in a hurry to make another move.

Had he misjudged as used too little power?

No, that was impossible. The melding of his Presence and Immortal Sense was too potent. There didn't exist a situation on the mortal plane that he couldn't perfectly analyze and react to instantaneously with the perfect amount of force. Though he had only trained with Reaper for a few weeks, and it had only just evolved to a higher grade, this still didn't make much sense to Dyon.

Reaper had upgraded, not downgraded. If that was the case, shouldn't he be accidentally using too much force and not too little?

Dyon swung his scythe once more and suddenly felt that he was making a lot out of nothing. He didn't adjust the force needed at all, yet he sliced through the next Overlord with ease.

It was likely a freak accident. The Deities were known for modifying their bodies. Maybe Dyon had only made a slight error in judgement.

The massacre continued.

'Since you don't want to appear, I'll just slaughter all of them first.'

To Dyon, two facet Overlords were already not too much trouble before he took the world trial. It may have only taken him some minor effort. However, now, they fell too easily. Unless three facet Overlords began to appear, he really would kill them all.

A cyclops standing at over one hundred meters tall gripped its hands over its massive sledge hammer and swung down toward Dyon. It was the kind of blow that could obliterate a mountain range even within the Ancient Battlefield.

Dyon waved his scythe, beheading another first facet Overlord just as that very massive shadow appeared above his head.

Instead of moving, Dyon reached his hand upward, his qi surging as he activated the abilities of his Silver Mirror Constitution.

The cyclops was sent flying, leaving Dyon who was only a fraction of its size standing completely unscathed. In fact, even the earth beneath Dyon's feet wasn't so much as scratched.

The tragic screams of the greyish-green skinned cyclops Overlord rang over the battlefield. Its forearms snapped in two, its dark bones piercing out through its steel-like muscle fibers and skin. Maybe he would have screamed for even longer had Dyon not ended his misery with a scythe strike to the neck.

In that moment, Dyon suddenly paused again.

'… My wrist is numb…?'

Dyon was certain that the cyclops Overlord's blow was well within the limits of his body. Though he hadn't become an Overlord in body, that was only by his own standards and not that of others. His bodily strength already didn't lose out to most Overlords of the body facet and only became more devastating now that he fused his blood and qi, not to mention the fact he had already circulated [Titan Emperor's Will].

'Once is a coincidence… Twice is…'

Dyon's gaze narrowed, his head turning to sense several more auras rushing toward him. To now, only two Overlord Clans had been involved. But judging by what his Immortal Sense saw, many more were coming.

Dyon couldn't help but find this tactic odd. Who was treating Overlords like cannon fodder? Did Kaori really have the ability to do so? And also, wouldn't it be normal for his enemies to attack his family as a threat to him? Yet they were actually completely ignoring his wife and daughter and focusing entirely on him.

Dyon didn't believe that these Failed Clans were so chivalrous. Maybe the reason they were entirely focused on him was because they believed that their only hope was to throw everything they had at him. They didn't have the luxury of splitting their forces.

But… Did the Overlord Clans really fear him this much? He hadn't done enough to warrant this kind of reaction.. It didn't make sense.