BXBX NOVEL Chapter Book 11: 111: Is (2)
Book 11: Chapter 111: Is (2)
After a while, Dyon realized something curious, something he hadn’t noticed due to the fact his strength had become far too overwhelming.
Though the Overlords were hiding toward the flat plains that surrounded the central region of the Ancient Battlefield, the cyclopes and undead had come from the opposing directions. Despite the slaughter, they were still going all out to charge toward Dyon, whose back happened to be facing the direction of the plains.
‘Trying to push me toward the plains?…’ Dyon suddenly smiled. ‘All you had to do was ask.’
The center of the Ancient Battlefield had always been a point of curiosity for Dyon. However, he didn’t have the luxury of exploring it as he pleased, at least not until this ended.
Originally, he was actually hoping that the center of this prison had the key he needed to defeat The Entity. Even if Dyon were to fight that monstrous being with his current strength, he actually wasn’t confident in even leaving a mark.
Since he could kill two birds with one stone in this way, why not?
Suddenly, Dyon felt that these cyclopes and undead were quite pitiful. The reason they were fiercely charging toward Dyon was ironically because they weren’t charging toward him at all. Instead, they believed their only hope of survival was making it to their Overlords who were hiding to Dyon’s back. As such, they had no choice but to keep charging.
‘Hm…’ Dyon retracted Reaper, leaning it over his shoulder as he flashed toward the plains.
“I’ll leave this place to you five.”
Chenglei and Shere’s roar was all the response he received.
The charging armies felt a sense of relief with Dyon’s disappearance. Many felt emboldened. However, they soon learned that though weaker, these five beasts headed by a Dragon could be troublesome in their own right… Especially when their dead comrades began to rise one after another.
“Where did he go, why did he vanish?”
“That arrogant kitten claimed that that dangerous man wouldn’t leave and would come right here.”
“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.