Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Novel

2119 End

Dyon's battle prowess dipped, but his battle intent blazed, nonetheless. In fact, the flames and lightning that coated his body seemed to grow more intense, as though they were resonating with his more primal, vicious approach.

Emytheus' and Dyon's elbows and knees met through the air, the sound of their shattering bones completely overshadowed by the booming cacophonies of their resonating strikes.

Neither flinched for even a moment.

Palm met fist. Leg met elbow. Forehead met forehead.

Emytheus' golden-brown eyes stared toward Dyon's closed eyelids as though to draw a line of fire through his skull.

Their clashing heads rebounded, Dyon's hands reaching out through space to grab Emytheus' neck.

Emytheus clenched a fist, bombarding Dyon's torso with three quick strikes that completely deformed his ribcage.

Dyon's forearm flexed, crushing Emytheus' neck completely.

With a quick retreat, Emytheus bounded through the air, ignoring the flesh ripped from his neck in his hasty escape. His head hung at an awkward angle, but the fire didn't die from his eyes as he snapped it back into place.

But by the time he had, Dyon had already crossed the distance between them. The three concave cavities on his torso painting a ghastly picture.

Dyon could feel something churning within him. Reaper wanted to erupt. His partner was infuriated beyond compare. It wanted to be out there, it wanted to be by his side, taking part in a battle that would be spoken of for several Eras to come.

Emytheus' gaze flickered. He knew that his strikes had shattered Dyon's heart and completely disrupted the flow of Dyon's vital qi, the only qi he could even use currently aside from his soul qi. Yet, Dyon hadn't taken the time to heal himself?

It was too late for countermeasures. Emytheus rolled his shoulder forward to block Dyon's coming strike, his arm nearly flying from its socket under the load. A stomach-churning white mass protruded from where his shoulder once was.

Dyon's pursuit was relentless. A second fist flew forward, forcing Emytheus to roll to his other shoulder forward, only for it pop out through his skin as well.

A roar escaped Emytheus' lips. His blade-like aura manifesting from his leg as he countered.

Dyon flew backward, allowing Emytheus to forcefully flex his arms, snapping them back into place. Not even bothering to heal the torn ligaments completely, he pursued Dyon, slamming him downward with a two-handed hammer fist.

"You will lose!"

Caught up in his own emotions, Emytheus forgot his own oath to not speak another word. He chased after Dyon's rapidly descending figure, making eye contact with the latter's expressionless face. However, it was in that moment that Dyon smiled.

"… Even if the Heavens want me to lose… I won't…"

Dyon's closed eyes suddenly opened, revealing a depth of black. His eyes were still missing, the leaking blood from his sockets alone proved this much. However, a dangerous feeling enveloped Emytheus.

How Dyon's eye sockets remained empty, yet he still seemed capable of 'seeing', Emytheus didn't know. But his instincts hurried him into an explosive retreat.

Just as Emytheus retreated, the place he was standing in suddenly warped, disintegrating into nothing. There was not a single molecule of air left remaining. Just a hole of endless black that seemed to absorb everything.Tʜe source of this ᴄontent ɪs N(o)vᴇl(ꜰ)ire.nᴇt

Within Dyon's inner world, Reaper's crippled formed roared with pride, the last of its strength seeping outward to project the very eye it formed during its evolution into the Empyrean Grade.

It seemed that it wasn't only Dyon and Emytheus improving, but even Dyon's own weapon as well. Its grade surged to a new height, entering the Middle Empyrean Grade.

Dyon battled Emytheus into a bloody retreat. Gaining Reaper as his eyes, his Perception suddenly came into play once more, allowing the perfect union of his Immortal Sense and gaze.

In an instant, his battle prowess took a massive leap forward. Emytheus' ability to manipulate the laws of this mortal plane took a dip in their effectiveness. Dyon seemed to see the shifts before they happened, assaulting Emytheus in the very places he chose to dodge to.

Emytheus countered, two of his massive twelve swords descending from their assault of Dyon's vajra body to coat his hands with a murderous silver hue.

His attacks became sharper, tearing Dyon's flesh in two wherever they came into contact.

However, his actions caused the bloody battle between his swords and Dyon's vajra body to instantly become lopsided.

The less energy Dyon's vajra body had to expend on battling itself, the more strength seemed to flow into Dyon. They were as one. Their limbs, their qi, their minds. It was as though two Dyon's were simultaneously battling across the skies.

"This is the end, Emytheus."

Dyon's aura blazed, his empty eyes surging with a fiery qi.

Emytheus dodged to his left, but it wasn't enough. A bloody circular swirl was bitten out of his shoulder and even a part of his chest.

Dyon followed up, pulling his right arm back tightly against his body as his left palm slammed into Emytheus' chest, shattering his ribcage.

Dyon unleashed a flurry of attacks, a bloody rain falling upon Emytheus' body.

Emytheus roared, his blood essence churning. He burnt it all without hesitation, knowing his Ancestor Apollo's heaven defying abilities would repair his foundation perfectly in the end.

His strength surged once more, reaching unprecedented heights. However, Dyon calmly faced it all.

His vajra body fell into perfect synchronized movements with him. Their torsos tensed, their legs cocking back and flashing forward in a vicious whipping motion.

Dyon's strength surged once more. It seemed as though the whole world was bowing to his needs.

When he punched left, the world shifted to the left. When he punched right, the world slid to the right.

Emytheus' already bloody chest caved in from the other side. A violent cough emitted from Emytheus, his aura wavering.

"You seemed to think that I looked down on you for your fear, but you couldn't be more wrong."