Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 2325 Fallen

Dyon completely ignored Haven's words, as if they hadn't reached him at all. Even if they had, though, what would change?

Labeling him the embodiment of evil? And so?

He intended to show the world the true extent of his wickedness. He would tear their tendons out, suck their blood dry, and shatter their souls into tiny fragments.

Incarnation of evil? Far from insulting him, that was precisely his goal.

SSSSSKKKKKKRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEE

Dyon lunged ahead, attempting to tear a sprite to shreds with his bare hands, just like he had done to endless foes in the past. Yet, his grip closed on nothing but empty air.

Their forms, utterly intangible, slid effortlessly past his fingers.

Simultaneously, waves of qi bombarded him from every direction. A spectrum of hues lit up the heavens, slamming into him with force capable of annihilating universes in an instant.

Dyon strode through the onslaught of strikes, extending his hand toward yet another sprite, only for his fingers to pass through once more. He clutched at thin air, a rushing noise slicing through him.

This sight sparked joy in Haven's gaze, thrill surging in his chest.

An Immortal God of Dyon's intellect… how could he repeat such an error? Committing it even once was already a grave misstep. Everyone knew sprites possessed bodies immune to ordinary attacks. Dyon, above all, should have been aware.

The sole reason must be that in this form, despite his vastly amplified power compared to before, he had sacrificed his reason and wits. If so, wouldn't slaying him become far simpler?!

Haven flourished his sword, the swirling qi around him gathering denser with every moment.

HONG! HONG! HONG!

The power throbbed wildly before being gradually drawn back, merging and compressing onto his sword's edge.

Its sheer might made even Haven's subtle hand tremors as he steadied the blade crack space apart.

This marked their ultimate technique. The culmination of their entire existence.

Haven grasped the stakes of this clash. Either Dyon perished, or their Sprite Hegemon remained forever lost.

Dyon thrust forward anew, his ebony skeletal hands phasing through energy currents yet again.

Now, a spark of irritation flickered in the void-black depths of his eyes. He had discarded his mightiest weapon precisely to savor dismembering these foes personally, so why did they evade his grasp repeatedly?!

BANG!

Dyon failed to notice Haven's sudden appearance before him, his blade descending like a blazing star. So much energy packed its tip that it trailed scorching smoke, incinerating all in its path.

In that split second, Dyon reached out once more. But fueled by fury, black flames had crept onto his hands.

The moment his palms seized the wind sprite, he sensed substance at last. Piercing wails echoed everywhere, precisely when Haven's sword cleaved into Dyon's collarbone, carving through bone nearly to his final rib.

Still, profound satisfaction flooded Dyon's core. He felt the sprite's vitality draining between his fingers.

He ignored Haven poised directly in front, sword gripped fiercely. His focus locked solely on the shrieking sprite beside him.

His arm stayed outstretched, skeletal head tilting as a frenzied gleam danced in his sockets.

Bone scraped bone with a grinding clamor from his jaw.

A chill gripped the sprites. Was he… grinning?

SSSSKKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRREEEEEEE

Dyon tore the sprite asunder, a roar quaking the firmament as he wrenched Haven's sword free from his frame.

As if deranged, he hoisted Haven's blade to his maw, snapping it in two with one chomp.

Haven pulled back swiftly, yet Dyon spared him no glance. He charged the nearest sprite, clamping her skull between both hands.

His thumbs gouged her eyes, heedless of the soul-rending cries engulfing the field. Then he split her head apart.

Silver blood sprayed across Dyon, dripping to the ashen ground below and getting absorbed.

Dyon remained unsatisfied. His bellows rattled the heavens as he bounded from one sprite to the next. At times ripping hearts from torsos, others dismembering limbs, or pulverizing skulls into gore.

Like death's own messenger, he blazed across the fray, trailing black fire in his path.

He materialized before a metal sprite.

This sprite faced his deepest terror ever. Dyon towered over him briefly, smoky darkness enveloping the area. Staring into Dyon's eyes felt like his flesh was aflame. Tears streamed without control, as if foreknowing his doom.

Was it worthwhile?

His last thought before Dyon shattered his teeth with a skeletal punch, plunging inside to yank out esophagus and spine.

Haven observed in dread. This might transcended mortal bounds. Dyon showed no weariness, no wounds that hindered, no pity.

Haven was ancient. He had witnessed Dyon's heyday, when the Immortal Plane became his playground, chaos in his wake.

Yet Haven had never borne Dyon's wrath personally. He knew only remote tales… How could hearsay, rife with lies and hype, match experiencing it firsthand?

When Dyon loomed before Haven again, the elder fixated only on slain kin. Ironic—initially Dyon dismissed them; now they dismissed him. But for utterly opposed reasons…

Dyon slew indiscriminately, rank irrelevant. Haven, however… drowned in remorse. These sprites' deaths rested on his shoulders… As their Ancestor, he had driven them to ruin…

Haven could still fight. Even against Dyon's state, felling such a powerhouse wouldn't be simple. But… he lacked the will now…

BANG!

SSSSKKKKKKKKRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEEEEE

Dyon's fury peaked utterly. Just as he moved to rend Haven, the foe detonated, leaving Dyon striking void once more. Perhaps this neared victory more than any here achieved.

Black flames erupted from Dyon's jaws. He seemed wholly overtaken by them. They cloaked him entirely, writhing with eerie vitality.

Converging, they resembled a reaper's cloak, billowing in gusts like actual cloth.

Then, glimmers of untainted sentiment pierced Dyon's madness-filled gaze. Ahead, barring his way to Abraxus, the First White Mother, and Elise stood elite chariots drawn by golden-horned unicorns. They reared on four hooves, horns thrusting skyward defiantly.

Viewing only this scene, one might wonder why side with Dyon. Wasn't righteousness obvious at first sight?

Sapientia's gleaming gold against Dyon's chaotic black inferno. What choice was there?

Empress Elise's eyes tightened at Dyon's stare. Hadn't madness claimed him? Why did sanity seem to linger? Mere trick of the eye?

Even she sensed creeping dread now.

"Don't worry so much." Abraxus said calmly, even pinching her plump bottom and receiving a glare in return for his efforts. "Even if the sky falls, aren't I still here to catch it?"

The words melted Elise's glare into a radiant smile. She nestled closer to Abraxus. Indeed… The Time and Space Immortal God… a legend predating Dyon's birth. With him beside her, what fear held sway?

"After all this is over, I'll help you search for that familiar aura you sensed." Abraxus pinched her bottom again, not even looking back toward Dyon after sparing him the first glance.

"I'm still an Empress, you can't just sexually harass me in public like this." Elise pouted.

"Oh? And why not?" Abraxus grinned.

The two conversed as though an era's Hegemon hadn't just perished…