Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

2027 Death

A silent stalemate was formed as the armies slowly approached. Chenglei was a massive deterrence, but he alone could never strike as much fear in their hearts as the collective order of the 12 Overlord Clans. Even if they lost their lives, they had no choice but to step forward.

Soon, the skies began to fill themselves with the main characters. The Supremes began to appear one after another… Followed finally be the Overlords. Even Lords could only stand on the ground below.

"Overlord Sadon. Overlord Fridus. Overlord Gilpin. If you obediently hand over your heads along with this boy's, we will give your dwarven race a path to survival. If not… You can consider this your dwarven race's last day."

The three Overlords of the dwarven race had yet to appear.

"Overlord Afra. You seem to be very happy with this turn of events." A sneering voice stepped out from a warp in space. "To think this is the very same Overlord Afra who would dare to breathe too loudly around us."

The one who spoke previously was none other than the one Overlord of the centaur race. Her lower half was matted in pristine white fur and silver hooves, while her upper half hung freely, revealing a set of two perfectly shaped breasts that looked no different from morning dew dripping from agreen leaf. The only thing separating the two was a bowstring strapped across her chest.

If one ignored the fact her lower half was that of a horse, she was an exquisite beauty who didn't seem to care for cultural norms. Who would dare question the decency of an Overlord anyway?

In reality, though, this was simply the way of the centaurs. Aside from the times they wore armor, they strode around the world bare. This was the case for both their men and women. It was clear that Afra didn't believe she needed armor for today. This wasn't going to be a battle… It would be a slaughter!

In that moment, the three Overlords of the dwarven race finally appeared. Despite the situation, they seemed unperturbed, but the emotions flickering in their eyes were clear for anyone who paid enough attention. It seemed they really thought they were finished this day.

"Is there anything to be proud of about having superior numbers? If I only had to fight just one of you, I would have nothing to fear! To dare say these words to me after throwing away millennia of mutual cooperation to slaughter all of my kin…" Her eyes reddened with rage. "… You deserve death!"

Overlord Afra obviously didn't come alone. The only ones who could handle Overlords were other Overlords. This was the main reason the centaurs were never a match for the dwarves. However, this also made the solution easy. Simply send more Overlords!

Five more appeared by Afra's side, causing the three Overlords of the dwarves to grow serious. It was obviously not a problem to deal with or even kill Afra along. But this… This was troublesome.

Overlord of the sixth ranked Pixies. Overlord of the fifth ranked fauns. Overlord of the fourth ranked Crown Serpents. Overlord of the second ranked Black Devils. And the last…

It was a winged man. Upon first glance, he looked no different from an angel. But it was obvious to Dyon that his bloodline was nowhere near as powerful as that of an angel. However, he did have a very strong pure aura that radiated with holy will. His eyes were golden, his hair was golden… even his skin was golden as well.

They called themselves the Deity Race and were ranked first below the 12 Overlord Clans. They looked more like mechatronic bots than a living breathing race. Completely without emotion or expression.

"Since you have chosen to reject my kindness, I will slaughter each and every last dwarf. I'll strip them of their skin and have them decorate the tombs of my fallen kin. I'll make certain that you regret your actions even in your after life!"

Overlord Afra's shrill voice shook the battlefield. The strength of a Qi Path Overlord was nothing to look down upon. An expert of this caliber could rule the mortal plane with their lone fist.

"[Devour]."

Dyon's voice was soft. Compared to the high-pitched shrieking of Overlord Afra, it was subdued beyond reason. Yet, the moment he spoke, the battlefield seemed to collapse.

A surge of soul qi the likes of which these Overlords had never felt before swept through the battlefield. Agonizing screams overwhelmed the echoes of Overlord Afra's rage, swallowing them whole as though they meant nothing from the very beginning.

One after another, warriors began to collapse. First it was just a handful, then it quickly became dozens, then hundreds, then thousands!

The devoured qi rushed out. It became so dense that the usually invisible qi began to flow with a fierce golden hue, swirling into the skies as a sphere above Dyon's head.

"Chenglei." Dyon said emotionlessly.

A roar shook the skies. Ancient trees that had stood for millions of years collapsed one after another under his might.

"RISE. ETERNAL HELL."

The surging qi in the skies began to darken, converting into such a dense qi that clouds become lost their reddish tint and became overwhelmed by a black majesty.

"[Corpse Devour]."

The dead bodies trembled fiercely. Having already fallen to the ground, they stiffly stood. However, the shock of countless acres of corpses rising again was a minor problem…

The moment the words [Corpse Devour] left Dyon's lips, their bodies began to sink inward.

Their blood, their inner organs, their meridians, their skin… Each converged into themselves, collapsing inward as though being eaten by their bones. And this time, appearances were exactly accurate.

The aura of the corpse puppets surged.

A dead serpent with a body length of three hundred meters expanded to five hundred meters. Its cultivation which had once been at the middle dao realm suddenly surged to the higher dao realm.

Similar occurrences occurred all throughout the battlefield. Not only had they not lost any battle prowess in their deaths, they grew exponentially more powerful!