Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1991 How Mighty

Chapter 1991 How Mighty

This single word reverberated through arena. Under its might, even the Heaven's Scroll flickered wildly as the Dragon Pillars began to tremble. A small cauldron over Dyon's shoulder bobbed with excitement. The Dragon King vibrated in response, entering Dyon's hand and extending outward to form a ma.s.sive greater a half meter in width and over two meters in length. It had been a very long time since Dyon used a true weapon in battle. Usually, he would casually forge one with his creation array. However, if there was ever an occasion that required him to be more serious, it was this one. "All of you back away!" Ancestor Giant roared. "This battle… None of you are qualified to take part in it!" The wizened Giant took a step forward, rising from the platform to meet Dyon. Not far behind him, Ancestor Scholar followed. The moment they entered the battlefield, the Heaven's Scroll trembled as though remembering these forgotten warriors. A moment later, two names were slowly etched in black. Yadmere Porvarl … The Giant! Estein Sapientia … The Scholar! Even as they stepped forward, the seals placed on the Dragon King began to shatter one after another. How long had it been since Dyon gained the Dragon King by his side? He had long since known of the numerous seals placed on it. It was just that in the past, his strength hadn't been great enough to withstand the final seal. As a result of Dyon's own weakness, the Dragon King became a blade known simply for its sharpness and st.u.r.diness. It was no different from a mortal weapon except for the fact its structural integrity was beyond one's wildest imaginations. Even a Higher Existence attacking at full strength wouldn't so much as dent it. However, everything would change the moment the final seal shattered. "That's…!" Bane, Damaris' father, called out in shock. "… The Dragon King!" The old lizard had long since warned Dyon about using him in the presence of other Dragons. It would cause him to be hunted down by the Drago-Qilin lands. However, the current Dyon already stood near the pinnacle of the mortal plane. Even if they wanted to misunderstand and come after him… He would welcome them with open arms! "Dad? You can't mean?" Damaris paled. "Dyon has been the Dragon King all this time?" Bane's brow furrowed. He had realized the same thing every other Dragon Clan patriarch in attendance had. However, also just like him, he noticed that something was different about this situation. "No… The Dragon King… He was actually subdued!" Just as those words resounded, the reverberating sounds of the final seal shattering tore through the cooling atmosphere. In that instant, the Dragon King's blade underwent a ma.s.sive transformation. Its body erupted into a sea of black flame, piercing toward the high heavens as a draconic roar shook the skies. Its once sleek spine and blade completely changed from a solid black metal to suddenly erupt with innumerable cracks. No, they weren't cracks… But scales! Densely packed sheets of resplendent scales coated the blade, revealing veins of pure white beneath. The blade vibrated within Dyon's hand as though it had become a living creature. A gorgeous royal blue array appeared to Dyon's back, his body instantly becoming coated in a crystalline blue armor. His skin gleamed like a polished gem, stepping into [t.i.tan Emperor's Will: Act Two – Stage Three] without hesitation, his strength raising by 640 times in an instant. The pressure Dyon exuded caused the Immortal Blood Gong array to tremble under his might. It seemed that even the rise of the nine Dragon Pillars hadn't caused this much commotion. However, even this pressure paled in comparison to when six pairs of golden wings appeared to Dyon's back, hovering around a single ring of gold. Their beautiful forms gently flapped in the skies, radiating out a light that overshadowed everything in sight. Without another once of hesitation, Dyon flashed forward. He really wanted to see just how mighty a Higher Existence was! Dyon's body compared to Yadmere's was no different from an ant to a deity, however his momentum raged on as though it had no knowledge of such a thing. His movement became profound and enigmatic. The sight of Estein's golden abacus appear in the air, a deep battle intent wafted from Dyon's body. His sword streaked downward as he flashed to dodge Yadmere's fist. The booming strike shook the dragon pillars, but Dyon had already appeared above his wrist, his sword making contact with his skin. The sound of metal sc.r.a.ping metal disoriented the ears, causing Dyon's laughter to shake the skies. To think that his blade wouldn't leave a scratch. But this reality only served to light the fighting intent in his gaze all the more. A flurry of strikes erupted from Dyon's blade. One watching on could hardly believe their eyes. To see such beauty, such elegance, from such a crudely large sword… it didn't make sense. '[A Winter's Last Snowfall]…' Dyon's steps mesmerized the eyes as he ran up Yadmere's arm. Every swipe of his sword tore across the giant's robes, leaving faint white marks on his otherwise unblemished defenses. It didn't take much to understand that Yadmere was thoroughly enraged. He was the esteemed Ancestor of the Giants. Yet a youth barely a fraction of his age was using his arm as though it was a roadway. Unfortunately, though he could grasp the situation quickly enough to be enraged by this matter, Dyon was simply too fast. While he could fold s.p.a.ce at will, Yadmere and Estein were restricted from doing so under the scroll's presence. "Old Claw, are you really not going to make a move?!" Yadmere roared. However the only response he received was silence. Old Claw had long since closed his eyes, pretending as though these matters had nothing to do with him. It seemed that Dyon's promise of cleansing bloodlines hadn't completely fallen on deaf ears. Just when his words had finished, Dyon's grinning figure appeared above his shoulder.