Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

With another fleeting thought, his senses turned toward the other half of the battlefield, facing a cold-faced Lord Odin. Unfortunately for him, though it was commendable to remain so calm in the face of Dyon's power, his fate was no different.

In an instant, an oppressive battlefield that should have swung heavily in the opposing side's favor, had suddenly swung back. The devastation caused by not one, but two Emperors falling victim to Dyon's power despite the layers of protection they had around them was almost too shocking.

The title spirits sighed a breath of relief. They thought that they might have to battle their way out, but it felt good knowing that their leader thought of their safety first.

"Don't mind us." Legolas laughed, shattering his disguise to reveal a valiant seven-foot-tall slender man with whipping light green hair. "If those two are handled, we'll slaughter our way out."

A magnificent bow appeared in his hand. It felt as though that one simple action had completely changed his aura. He really despised the spear he had had to pretend to wield.

One after another, the title spirits began to show their true ability. They would feel too embarrassed if even after Dyon gave them a second chance at life they had to rely on him for a third and fourth chance as well. In the end, they had their own pride as geniuses of their era, but power of Titles would soon be displayed in full force!

Dyon surveyed the battlefield quickly, knowing he didn't have much time.

He had handled the plummeting morale of his Mortal Alliance Army in the most effective way, but the situation was still not good.

Among Chenglei's army of skeletons, even the weakest was a peak celestial. And among them, several thousand were dao experts. There were even a few dozen peak dao experts.

As Dyon's army stood now, it was impossible to face so many experts at once, and this was before he even began to count what remained of the Pakal and Ragnor army.

Anyone else would have likely panicked, but Dyon saw something wrong with this situation immediately. No matter how powerful Chenglei had suddenly become, it was impossible for him to control so many corpse puppets at once. This was especially so after one remembered that beasts had innately weak souls except for very few exceptions like the Celestial Deer and the Dream Panthers.

Even if his Death God Body eliminated this weakness for Chenglei, Dyon didn't think that even he could control so many corpse puppets at once. That left only one explanation: he wasn't directly controlling them all!

If this was true, that meant the actual fighting strength of this skeleton army was far lower than it appeared to be for the same reason Dyon's Sentries displayed less power when he let them fight with their own power.

'Good.'

Looking through the title spirits, Dyon quickly spoke. "Legolas, you join Glorianice and protect the north. You two, the south. You two, the east, and you two the west.

"You remaining four, fortify the northwest, northeast, southwest, and southeast. We must maintain our advantage and sandwich them in. Don't allow them to leave this plain."

"But…" The title spirits looked into the sky toward the 39 dao experts charging toward Dyon's location.

Dyon grinned. "I haven't gone all out in a long time."

Dyon's laughter pierced through the battlefield. His will was so strong that several weaker skeletons collapsed under the pressure. Without the protection of Chenglei holding them together, they simply didn't have any will to their own. How could they defend against Dyon?

The title spirits could sense it. No, everyone could sense it. Dyon was excited. Even in this godforsaken, he was excited.

With a flick of his hand, perfectly controlled spatial qi sent the title spirits to their side of the battlefield just as he shot into the air. It was as though the God of War had appeared on the battlefield.

Dyon stood in the air, a halo of golden wings blooming to his back. As though that wasn't enough, his soul qi surged into his mind, causing a halo of blinding white light to appear above his head.

His battle changpao, embroidered with silver and gold whipped violently under his aura.

"I think it's about time." Dyon said softly.

In the beginning, no one understood what he meant. But in the next moments, they felt a shiver of fear course down their spines.

A brilliant array appeared to Dyon's back. It spanned just over a hundred meters, shimmering like beautiful white and black crystals. However, this array was decidedly incorporeal… It lacked any real substance and looked like more of a figment of the imagination than anything else.

But that was when the world trembled.

Surges of incomprehensibly large amounts of heavenly blessings descended from the skies, causing the incorporeal array to expand massively.

100 meters… 200… 300… 600… 700…

BOOM!

The world almost collapsed. An array spanning an entire kilometer pulsed with life. If before it seemed imaginary, now… It couldn't be more real.

Power surged into Dyon's body, surging through his veins with naked abandon.

Long ago, Dyon realized the comprehension necessary to improve his fire intent to a dao was within him all along. However, he hadn't done so for two reasons. Firstly because he wanted to lay a stronger foundation, but more importantly because he didn't know how he would react to a deeper comprehension of Chaos…

But now, he was supremely confident in his mental state.

In these moments, as his soul qi swam within his mind, he felt as though the whole world was open to him. But more shocking was that he could faintly sense that one of the most mysterious of the six halos, one holding streaking golden lighting in the shape of a dragon, had eagerly begging him to allow it in.

The sense of familiarity was unmatched. Much like his fire intent, Dyon felt that this lightning too could surge to the dao realm as he pleased.

The fire and lightning that had always coated his golden wings grew more violent.