Chapter 2101 Too Little?
?"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?!" Updated from novelb(i)n.c(o)m
"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.
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.