Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

"You tell me. This plan isn't obviously stupid. Using armies to push an enemy to a certain location is foolish if you're the weaker party. If you're weaker, you should be luring, not pushing. Isn't this basic logic?!"

"Mm, mm. Yes. I agree, completely agree." Dyon nodded seriously.

"Tha –"

The Overlord snapped her neck back, a look of horror coating her expression.

Dyon didn't know exactly what race she was, but she was extremely short and had grey skin. The look of her frozen in shock made her look no different from a statue, albeit a miniature one.

"You… How did you get here?!"

The band of Overlords were in shock. There were over two hundred of them here, how had he appeared in their midst without a single sound?

"Isn't this where you wanted me to be? Don't tell me I'm not welcome?"

Dyon sat in the air, his legs crossed and Reaper leaning over his shoulder.

After a moment of silence, a slight laughter came from a certain direction.

"You really are just as arrogant as he said you were."

Dyon didn't bother to look over. It was just another nameless Overlord who would likely die under his blade any moment now. The only reason he hadn't already was because Dyon was waiting for the other foot to drop. Why did they want him to come here?

Dyon had learned this reality long ago… Before absolute power, no amount of schemes mattered.

The Overlord, clearly not used to being overlooked considering his status, was instantly infuriated by Dyon's attitude. But, that didn't mean he was foolish enough to attack.

"Since so many of you Overlords have gathered here, this makes my job easier, no? If I just kill you all, there's no need for the second phase."

Dyon slowly gripped Reaper's polearm, his momentum climbing.

"You…"

The burning gazes of the Overlords seemed to try to imprint themselves upon Dyon's soul.

"It's a shame you all haven't realized yet. There's no difference between you and subordinates in the distance."

Dyon disappeared.

In an instant, he appeared atop the Overlord's head, his scythe swinging downward casually.

It was an incomprehensible scene. The soles of Dyon's feet rested upon the Overlord's head while his scythe's curved blade pierced the latter's chest.

The dense fog spilled both into and out of his body, devouring his very being.

He could only try his best to look up, but Dyon's body weight was too obscene. Under the pressure, his neck snapped, his body crumpling to the ground like cheap tinfoil.

A bloody massacre was unleashed. One facet Overlords fell like blades of grass, two facet Overlords couldn't last a single strike. No amount of treasure or qi or seemingly strength was able to stop Dyon's blade. It reaped one life after another, snatching their souls and corroding their bones. There was no doubt that this was the greatest blade on the mortal plane.

Still, the quiet, ever-looming presence didn't make a move, even after Dyon had slaughtered half of these rarely seen Overlords.

The blood of Overlords splattered.

It was only now that the was so close to so many of them that Dyon understood what being almost immortal truly meant.

In the past, even if he was facing a Higher Existence, having your body dissected was a death sentence. Maybe only Dyon had the alchemy chops necessary to bring someone back from the brink of death in such a state. Either that, or you would have to rely on some obscenely rare treasure like the Life Stone.

However, these Overlords could be mistaken for undead at times. Dyon saw quite a few who still had battle prowess even after being bisected at the waist, even attacking Dyon after the cut was made.

Of course, this didn't faze Dyon much, but it was a thought he buried deep to keep at the back of his mind. He couldn't treat Overlords like mortals. In a sense, they were already half immortal. Their vitality couldn't be compared to everyday cultivators.

Still, the more enemies Dyon cut down, the more he felt that something was wrong.

'What do they get out of sacrificing so many Overlords?'

Dyon's scythe stopped. He looked toward the cowering Overlords with a dull gaze.

"Hm..?"

Dyon's arm swung backward, taking Reaper with it and slicing through what should have been a sneak attack.

The Overlord responsible gagged on his own blood as he tried to breath, his body cut diagonally from his shoulder to hip. He hovered in the air weakly, his gaze burning with ill intent.

"A "deity"?"

Dyon thought for a moment and seemed to remember that it was true that much of the Overlord of the Deity Clan hadn't shown up back when they eradicated them and brought what remained to the mortal plane.

'Huh…?'

Dyon suddenly realized that his diagonal cut hadn't been clean. This reality actually stunned him for a moment. Ever since he got Reaper, he had never failed to completely cut through anything before. Though it was only the thinnest piece of flesh on the deity's opposite hip, something that anyone else would ignore as a fluke, Dyon's own brows furrowed for the first time.

With another flick of his wrist, he finished the diagonal cut, slicing through the rest of the deity's hip. Dyon, however, wasn't in a hurry to make another move.

Had he misjudged as used too little power?

No, that was impossible. The melding of his Presence and Immortal Sense was too potent. There didn't exist a situation on the mortal plane that he couldn't perfectly analyze and react to instantaneously with the perfect amount of force. Though he had only trained with Reaper for a few weeks, and it had only just evolved to a higher grade, this still didn't make much sense to Dyon.

Reaper had upgraded, not downgraded. If that was the case, shouldn't he be accidentally using too much force and not too little?

Dyon swung his scythe once more and suddenly felt that he was making a lot out of nothing. He didn't adjust the force needed at all, yet he sliced through the next Overlord with ease.