Chapter 2085 Red

Chapter 2085 Red

This was Death. This was an entity all feared. A presence that even the most powerful couldn't escape. It had taken his parents from him and who knows how much it would take from him in the future.

Yet, this very Death, the very thing so many put their hearts and souls into defeating... Walked like a fool! He battled like a clown! He screamed like a madman!

Dyon couldn't find anything to laugh about. For every comical action Death took, the fire in his gaze, his limbs... his heart... They grew fiercer.

Dyon's war qi billowed uncontrollably. The air and atmospheric qi around him boiled, giving off a heat far fiercer than even the true War himself.nove(l)bi(n.)com

War's weapon responded in kind. The mysterious qi of this world may have relied on faith comprehended over countless years, but ultimately, its foundation still lied within its host.

War had simply never felt the level of rage Dyon was feeling right now. He hadn't ever reached the point of wanting to destroy everything.

Dyon's crimson sword flashed forward, both of his hands tightening around its hilt as it exploded to over ten meters in size.

Death's steed was sliced in half completely, its rotting flesh flying through the air only to be incinerated by Dyon's raging war qi.

Death quickly reacted, sweeping its scythe upward and screaming outward with its shrill cry once more, a fog of death qi whipping about it.

Sword and scythe met.

Dyon's gaze seemed to want to pierce through Death's flaming pupils and out his skull, his own roar drowning Death's.

The fourth horsemen could no longer remain firmly planted. His lanky body was sent flying, crashing into a bestial pillar only to produce the very first crack this battlefield had seen since its creation.

Dyon stuffed his fist into Death's mouth, grabbing his spine and pulling with all his strength.

Death's body was whipped about viciously, slamming against the ground, the walls, the pillars, and even the doors he exited from.

Maybe if Death had concrete thoughts, he would wonder why his death qi wasn't working against Dyon. Didn't his qi work on everyone? He reaped lives as he pleased and no one, not even his own companion steed, could escape it.

However, Death wasn't a being with true sentience. Maybe this was part of the reason Dyon was so enraged. There was no real face to this disaster everyone faced, just looming, flickering balls of blue flame, screaming into the ether and waiting for its next life to reap.

This 'Death' Dyon was facing shouldn't be mistaken. This horseman could only represent the people of this world. This was the same for Famine, War and Conquest, they only embodied the Faiths of this world alone.

However, this clownish, beast-like Death still pushed Dyon over the edge. He couldn't help but think that this was all Death ever was. There was nothing to beat. It wasn't an enemy he could simply find and defeat, it wasn't one he could trick with his mind... There was nothing he could do about it.

With a roar, Dyon sheered Death's arm from its socket, whipping it across his skeleton face and sending him across the room.

His rampaging had shattered Death's bones in many places. Let alone fight back, Death couldn't even continue to scream as it had been doing so.

'This was all death ever was.'

Infuriated, Dyon slapped his palms against Death's skull, shattering it to pieces.

He thought back to many years ago... The words of Researcher Aimoi...

'Isn't it curious? Why do the Heavens place arbitrary caps on life? Why is it that a Ninth Order Celestial and the weakest Celestial will still only live 10 000 years? Shouldn't there be a difference between them?'

If life could be grasped through cultivation... Why were things like this?