Chapter 2110 Return
?Dyon dismissed this ability as well. Hadn't he forcefully entered the Bronze Silk Realm precisely because he had no interest in becoming so large? Why then would he accept such a result for the sake of becoming a cyclops? It wasn't like the muscle filaments of the cyclops race could be more powerful than his current diamond silk muscle filaments. nove(l)bi(n.)com
Dyon curiously observed the trembling Overlords. Their legs quaked beneath them so severely that they had seemed to lose the ability to move. What maybe even Dyon hadn't realized was that this wasn't only due to fear, but rather because Dyon's Presence was growing at an exponential rate. And due to the Sovereign Flame... Its strength became the embodiment of each and every one of his actions.
After Dyon absorbed the Pride Clan's pool of blood, there was a sudden change to his Presence, but he had never been able to truly understand what it was. Following that day, he could no longer tell what his Presence's grade was. In addition, it didn't seem limited in the cultivation realms it could affect any longer.
The only faint understanding he had was that his Presence had become a martial intent. But the truth was he still wasn't certain even of what this was. Things like martial intents and concepts were too rarely used on the mortal plane and Dyon had no one but himself to guide him.
Regardless of what the truth was, it was undeniable that his Presence was taking blazing leaps forward in the moment. If before it was entirely reliant on his body, now, it seemed to stretch outward in a perpetual domain that covered everything.
"Still not coming?"
Dyon disappeared, reappearing in the skies above the Ancestor Unicorn. His crushing weight fell on the Overlord's skull even as his scythe swept forward, cleanly cutting its singular horn from its head.
The slaughter was devastating. With every life Dyon took, his strength seemed to surge to a new height. Following in kind, the Heavens suppression of him would multiply several times over, but he would improve once more in the blink of an eye.
Kaori and the normal young man watched as Dyon snatched and disdained the abilities of eleven individuals who could reign over the world.
After spending a few moments lost in thought, he leisurely stood, hopping down from his spot on the orc's corpse.
His casual actions left a crater in the Ancestor Orc's skull, causing an ooze of grey, white and red brain matter to drip out.
"Are you going to continue pretending to be nameless, Emytheus Olympus?"
Emytheus, who had regained his apathetic expression after a while, suddenly froze once more.
"You..."
"Oh? Are you surprised that I've remembered you now? You're quite brazen with it too. I remember than an Olympus Clan appeared during the Federation's first mission. Yet, no one seemed to remember you at all.
"You'd think that with the reappearance of a Clan like the Olympus Clan, it would be world shattering news. The mighty angels who saved us from the hands of the titans making a return. Yet, not a word was said about you."
Dyon shook the blood from his scythe. His strength continued to plummet, and having run out of Overlords to snatch strength from, there was only these two remaining. But it didn't matter, this battle was as good as over.
"I wondered what race could curse an entire species of people. It makes sense that it was you angels. Since you created magic, it isn't a surprise that you would also create its opposite in curses. My little sister Meiying happens to know a thing or two about curses.
"You know, I'm a bit hurt. You said that you knew everything about me, but how could you not know something so simple? Do you think I would be stupid enough to realize the effectiveness of curses and never make contingency plans on them?
"I went so far as to hide my father-in-law's return even from his own daughter purely to keep this a secret, but I had no idea I didn't need to go so far."