Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God
chapter-2100

In order to do this, then, Dyon actually couldn't sustain it with his base soul strength alone. He had no choice but to burn his soul, which was why he had done so at the very start of the southern region battle.

Knowing this, it was obvious why Dyon couldn't spare the soul strength to micromanage everything.

In truth, he didn't feel he needed his beast partners for this battle, but he summoned them nonetheless. If he continued to shelter them too much, they would eventually become of no help to him. He had given them the sturdiest foundations imaginable. It was now up to them to grasp their own path forward.

The mindless slaughter continued. The cyclopes were obviously enraged by Dyon's words, but they were simply too weak to do anything about it.

As an Overlord Clan, the cyclopes had many Overlords. However, it wasn't as exaggerated as them being able to form an army of this scale. No matter what, Overlords were still incredibly rare existences.

Dyon might have only been facing an army of a few dozen thousand, but they were entirely constructed of Fallen and Higher Existences. Any Overlords who appeared were only the first facet and they maintained their distance, only daring to look on from hundreds of miles away.

Of course, they had no idea that Dyon could very clearly see them with his Immortal Sense. Or, maybe they were aware and knew Dyon was smart enough to probe the situation before diving in too fiercely.

Dyon's main goal was obvious: slaughter.

There was nothing left to protect in this region. The dwarves were already gone. After all, as a pinnacle race, their birthrates were appropriately low. Their population didn't surpass a few million. With Dyon's scale of array knowledge now, shifting this many people was child's play.

If that was the case, then why had Dyon remained here if not to kill? The more he killed, the better. Not for his pleasure, but for the sake of whittling down his enemies. This war… This 'descent'… He wanted to end it!

'Finally couldn't wait anymore, huh?'

Approaching from a completely different direction, a horde of handsome men and gorgeous beauties swarmed, charging for the battlefield. However, amongst them, there were ghastly ghouls, screeching wraiths, and rotting zombies that dragged themselves forward by what was sometimes the most inexplicable means.

'The Undead Overlord Clan.'

Dyon was lost in thought as Reaper mindlessly swung in his hands. White illusory flames coated his body, dancing like the devilish calls of hell.

'What are they thinking? Tiring me out with fodder? It shouldn't be so stupid, right?...

'Hm… Why is it that all of the Overlords are standing near the planes? Both the Undead and Cyclops Clans come from the eastern region. They wouldn't need to enter from the planes, after all, they control much of this region between the two of them… three if that Clan is counted.'

The Undead's dreadful screams sounded. It seemed they hadn't accounted for Chenglei's suppression of them… Or had they?

Everything was confusing Dyon. If Kaori was really behind all of this, he should know that Chenglei had the Death God Body. Much like many constitutions, it originated from an Ancient Constitution of the past. The ancestor who was born with this constitution was the very Ancestor of the Undead Clan.

Wasn't it too much of a joke to have them come to fight when Kaori should know that Chenglei was by his side?

To make matters worse, it seemed that Reaper had an even more profound suppression of the Undead Clan. Its mere presence alone collapsed their frontline, making the farce of a pincer attack they attempted crumble to ashes before it could even get off the ground.

'What if I'm wrong?' Dyon thought with a furrowed brow. 'I keep looking through this situation with a lens that says Kaori is responsible, but what if he isn't?'

After a while, Dyon realized something curious, something he hadn't noticed due to the fact his strength had become far too overwhelming.

Though the Overlords were hiding toward the flat plains that surrounded the central region of the Ancient Battlefield, the cyclopes and undead had come from the opposing directions. Despite the slaughter, they were still going all out to charge toward Dyon, whose back happened to be facing the direction of the plains.

'Trying to push me toward the plains?...' Dyon suddenly smiled. 'All you had to do was ask.'

The center of the Ancient Battlefield had always been a point of curiosity for Dyon. However, he didn't have the luxury of exploring it as he pleased, at least not until this ended.

Originally, he was actually hoping that the center of this prison had the key he needed to defeat The Entity. Even if Dyon were to fight that monstrous being with his current strength, he actually wasn't confident in even leaving a mark.

Since he could kill two birds with one stone in this way, why not?

Suddenly, Dyon felt that these cyclopes and undead were quite pitiful. The reason they were fiercely charging toward Dyon was ironically because they weren't charging toward him at all. Instead, they believed their only hope of survival was making it to their Overlords who were hiding to Dyon's back. As such, they had no choice but to keep charging.

'Hm…' Dyon retracted Reaper, leaning it over his shoulder as he flashed toward the plains.

"I'll leave this place to you five."

Chenglei and Shere's roar was all the response he received.

The charging armies felt a sense of relief with Dyon's disappearance. Many felt emboldened. However, they soon learned that though weaker, these five beasts headed by a Dragon could be troublesome in their own right… Especially when their dead comrades began to rise one after another.

"Where did he go, why did he vanish?"

Confusion spread as they tried to figure out what was going on.

"That arrogant kitten claimed that that dangerous man wouldn't leave and would come right here."