Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God
chapter-2328

The First White Mother, Abraxus and Elise were all stunned. What exactly was happening?

It had to be known that the Ancient Battlefield was the creation of the Heavens. It was connected to the mortal plane and the Immortal Plane. Because of this, it should have been impossible for it to fuse with this plane precisely because the Heavens of the mortal plane had already shattered.

Essentially, the Ancient Battlefield should have only had a connection with the Immortal Plane left. Something like connecting to the mortal plane made little to no sense.

Even beyond this, where did these World Serpents come from? One had to know that World Serpents were even more ancient than even Celestial Beasts. In an era that could even precede the Primordial Era, it was they who stabilized the planar worlds amidst chaos.

By the time the First White Mother was born into her first life, they were already nearing the end of their reign, let alone now, so many years later.

As though all of this wasn't enough. Just where the hell had all of these warriors come from? How were they so powerful? How were their numbers so numerous? Was this a joke?

"EMPEROR!"

The roar of the black armored warriors fused into one, causing the grounds of the Ancient Battlefield to quake.

Clara wiped her tears with a forearm before sending a glare toward Dyon's back. This time, it wasn't just her who had entered full tsundere mode. They were all pissed.

If things were still within your means to control, why had you found it necessary to be so dramatic? They were borderline infuriated.

However, at the same time, they understood their husband's personality.

Though Dyon wasn't above using schemes and his mind to gain victory, there was still nothing he loved more than using his fists. He was bloodthirsty, to put it bluntly.

For something like the betrayal of a man he saw as a father and a woman he saw as a sister… If he couldn't beat them down with his own two hands, he would never feel at ease.

However, he was no longer the Dyon of the past. Compared to his first life, he was nothing more than an ant. If the him of back then had been here, let alone these trillions, even if there were a hundred times more it would only be a matter of a few years before he wiped them all out.

But this was beyond him, in that case, he no longer had a choice but to use his trump cards, no matter how unwilling he was.

And, it was ironically because he was willing to make this choice that he the breakthrough he had been chasing even throughout his first life was finally opened up to him.

True Quintessence.

The black armored army knelt in unison. Beneath their might, even such a simple action caused the air to splinter and the skies to sunder.

"Since I can't beat you with my fists, I don't mind explaining. Consider this the last bit of face I'll give you as a man who was once my master…"

Dyon was also a man who hated to explain himself, but it seemed a lot of things were happening today that he disdained to do normally. But that was fine, who asked him to be so weak? Right now, the only way he could truly vent was by doing this.

"I'm simply better than you. Is that explanation enough?"

At this point, even Dyon's wives, who had been curious, suddenly felt like rushing over and pummeling their husband into the ground. Why was this man so good at infuriating people? They were pissed off and they weren't even his enemies!

It seemed they were hoping for too much. Dyon explaining things? Maybe even for the sake of revenge he found it to be too far beneath him. Wouldn't his enemies be more infuriated if they had no idea how they lost?

"Yes, indeed. That would be much better."

Dyon nodded to himself as though he wasn't still in the middle of an army of trillions. Well… His body didn't nod, but his soul, which had appeared above his head just now, definitely had.

After reaching the perfection realm of Soul Quintessence, body or not, he could exist for an eternity. It could even be said that he had already died. If it wasn't for his sudden enlightenment, he would be finished even with all the plans he had laid out.

It could only be said that the betrayal of his master and third sister had truly infuriated him to the point he didn't even care about this.

"Alright. Kill them all." Dyon casually waved his hand.

Whether it was on purpose or not… His demeanor, his tone, his indifference… It was all practically identical to the First White Mother when she had said the exact same words before.

With the memories of Immortal Gods, how could they not remember? For the first time, the First White Mother felt a pang in her heart.

Abraxus frowned deeply. Why was it that Dyon was still so confident? He floated above his own corpse without a care in the world, not even deigning to spare a glance toward him.

At most, this move only put them on the same level. The winner and loser still hadn't been decided.

Dyon's body took form. Even as a spirit, he had a tangible being. In fact, as he stood their, an aura of majesty exuding from his very being as golden lights surrounded his soul, he looked no different than a sprite would.

He casually waved an arm as stuck his corpse beneath his arm as he turned to walk away. It would have been an odd sight for anyone to witness, if his actions weren't infuriating. The level of disdain he was showing for them gave them all enough rage for a lifetime.

"Do you really think this is enough?"

Abraxus finally couldn't hold back any longer.

However, instead of responding, Dyon waved a hand without even turning back.

The Sapientia army was stunned once more, because what appeared after a small flash of light was… a little boy?

The boy looked no more than 7-8 years old. He was quite adorable in all respects and was even in the process of chewing a red fruit the size of his head. The flesh and juice of fruits covered his chubby cheeks, bathing him in a fresh crimson liquid that wafted a fragrant scent.

The little boy seemed quite surprised by his sudden change of scenery as well.

"Ah! You finally let me out!"

The little boy looked toward Dyon with a half happy, half pleading expression as though he was afraid Dyon would take him back any time now.

Dyon chuckled. "Sure, I'll let you go. Just deal with the old bastard with white hair and you're free to go."

The little boy clapped excitedly. "Yes, yes, yes! I'm finally free!"

The boy spoke as though he had already dealt with Abraxus, causing the fury of the Sapientia army to grow that much more. Abraxus was a man that made them quake and tremble with fear, how could he be so easily dealt with, and by a little boy no less?

Dyon continued to walk away without a care in the world.

Of course, how could others allow him to leave so easily? Many warriors wanted to come forward and kill him. Unfortunately…

The Titan Army had already long since acted on Dyon's command.

The slaughter was maddening. It was as though a single Titan was worth 10 Sapientia. Even if their numbers were less than half, they would still decimate such an army, let alone the fact their numbers were equal!

Of course, this was all happening on the front lines. Many wanted to reach out toward Dyon and capture him after seeing how bad the situation was. Didn't he say that he had run out of energy? This should be simple then… right?

Unfortunately… reality was cruel.

They couldn't even touch Dyon. Quite literally, their attacks seemed to go right through him, something that should have been impossible. Even if he was a soul now, he was corporeal and without the protection of his body.

However… Dyon seemed to have no interest in explaining at all…

At this moment, Abraxus, who had still been frowning, could no longer hold back anymore. He knew Dyon too well. Something like putting up a false front of confidence was something he would never do. If he was acting like this, it meant that he truly had the upper hand.

However, he couldn't just sit by and do nothing all the while.

He no longer held back, his aura growing until it could tower into the skies.

It became very obvious, very quickly, that he hadn't even used a small percentage of his strength during his battle with Haven and Elise. If there was one person in all of existence that could match Dyon during the peak of his first life… it was Abraxus. He was almost like a third army all to himself.

However…

"Hey, hey, hey! Did you forget about me?"

The little boy put his hands on his hips and glared forward. But, Abraxus had completely ignored him.

Time and space qi whirled around his body. In an instant, the 'old' Abraxus with a step in the grave entered the prime of his youth, regaining a handsome air that made Elise's eyes light up.

"Tsk, tsk. Old man, do you know why we Heaven's Children aren't allowed to go to the Immortal Plane?"

Abraxus froze. His hand, which had risen into a clawing motion, completely stopped.

"Ah, it seems like you might have some idea. Such a shame, such a shame. If you were going to make an Origin Source, you should have chosen something other than Time.

"Remember the one who killed you is I, Apollos!"

The little boy grinned a devilish grin.

Abraxus shuddered, feeling like something within him shattered.