Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God

Still, it would be impossible for Ulric to neutralize Dyon's Presence like this had it not been for his protective treasure. However, the combination of the two once more increased Dyon's enemies to more than thirty thousand.

Did that really matter though? Even if Dyon wasn't in a completely selfless state, even if he was conscious, would he care about having so many weak enemies?

"Then die."

The words were simple. There were no added hysterics, nor was there any rage behind them. It was as though Dyon was an Emperor, writing laws into effect with the wave of his hand. Since he said they would die, then they would die!

Sir Merek and Sir Tybalt immediately brandished their weapons, feeling the looming hand of death hovering over their lives.

As Sir Ulric charged toward him, Dyon only raised his sword hand, slowly brandishing the Dragon King as the momentum of his coming strike soared.

One man stood tall against a more than ten thousand. Nine thousand essence gatherers. One thousand saints. One dragon tailed lion. Three celestials.

At that moment, something shocking happened.

The weapon's master will that should have faded away completely erupted back to life, soaring to the 9th will level with absolute ease.

The world trembled as another earth shattering One with Dao appeared, etching itself into the skies at a painstakingly slow pace, yet somehow so fast that even Sir Ulric seemed to have slowed to a crawl.

This dao array was even more illusory than Dyon's flame array. In fact, it was also much smaller. While Dyon's black and white flames formed a 100-meter-wide array, Dyon's weapon's master will was just about ten meters. Yet, it still made the three first tier Dukes tremble in shock.

Was this a True God? They were celestials yet hadn't even learned one 7th level intent, yet this young man was still an essence gatherer but had learned a 9th level intent? A 9th level supreme law intent?! Why was the difference so large?!

In his selfless state, Dyon didn't even notice that this singular comprehension had taken more than a thousand years off of his life span. But, would he care even if he had known? He was completely focused on finding the answer to his question, and these people were in the way. If it wasn't for the fact his body couldn't handle the comprehension of a true dao, he would have given up whatever life span was necessary to learn a 9th level dao.

A dazzling armor of royal blue and white diamonds and crystals coated Dyon's body, making him look like every bit a celestial warrior descended from the skies to do the bidding of the heavens.

His handsome features were enhanced to the max as four pairs of wings sprung from his back to be immediately coated with this same divine armor.

The legendary War God Armor had almost made its full reappearance. The moment it stepped into the intent level, its slightly illusory state would disappear, allowing it to fully appear in the world.

Sir Merek, the magic grandmaster, trembled as he realized what was happening. That wasn't a 9th level intent, it was a 9th level will. But, there was only one 9th level will in existence that could form a dao array.

'Weapon's Master!'

Esmeralda's heart palpitated with the fear a mother has when watching her son put her life on the line. She didn't fully understand what state Dyon was in, but she knew that the heavens never gave anything for free. For Dyon to reform his Weapon's Master comprehension so quickly, he had to have paid a heavy price, especially since it far surpassed his comprehension from before.

Even worse, because his dao heart was still shattered, he also had to constantly pay a price for it to be maintained as is. Without his dao heart anchoring his perception and understanding of the will, something else had to be doing it.

Her mind was in shambles. She wanted to shed tears, but none would come. She didn't have a right to do even that as a spirit.

She could only watch as her disciple walked down a lonely path, hoping and praying that he would come back safely.

Almost as soon as Dyon's arm reached its apex, a second illusory dao array bloomed into existence, hovering before the ten-meter-wide royal blue weapon's master array, except this time, it was 100 meters wide!

The array shone with a silvery light, quickly etching into itself symbols so profound that the Dukes felt their mental energy drain by more than half with a simple glance.

One with Dao spatial intent!

The spirits within Dyon's mind trembled. They had never seen a spatial dao array etched with such profundity. The complexity of its symbols was no less than a supreme law! How was that possible?!

At that moment, another more than thousand years of Dyon's life was sucked into a void of nothingness, never to return.

However, he didn't seem to care as his arm carelessly swung downward.

"[Samurai's Pride: Ronin]." Dyon's layered voice spoke without emotion.

With a single swing, Dyon learned a mid common grade sword technique he had never reflected upon to the legendary One with Self realm, taking weeks off of his lifespan in a mere moment.

'He added two wills to a common grade technique?! Impossible!'

Sir Ulric didn't even have the sensory capabilities to comprehend what was happening as a mighty slash of sword fused spatial will overwhelmed him and his army. It was only Dyon master who truly understood what was happening, causing her to tremble violently.

The more heaven defying Dyon became, the more certain she became that he was paying a heavy price. If this continued, Dyon would die!

Sir Ulric's attendants surged forward to protect their master, throwing away their lives to stand at the forefront of the army.

If Sir Ulric died, their families would be in danger. Why were they as Marquis serving under someone else instead of heading their own territory? There were obviously layered reasons for this that weren't necessary to explain. The short of it was that they had no other choice and they would rather lose their own lives than allow something to happen to their master.

The two old men looked at each other bitterly before striking out toward Dyon's attack. They were mere fourth grade celestials… They stood not a single chance…

However, just when they were ready to give up their lives, the sword strike suddenly disappeared before them.

At first, they wanted to sigh in relief, but that was when a bad premonition overwhelmed them, causing their heads to snap back toward Sir Ulric.

Unfortunately… It was already too late.

The shocked Sir Ulric, once standing tall and arrogant with his lance grasped in one hand, couldn't even react before his body was cut cleanly in half.

Silence reigned over the Mystical World as Dyon slowly walked forward. Before, his every step was normal. Now, however, those same normal steps seemed to take him hundreds of meters forward at a time. Yet, no one dared to stop him.

The most shocking part of it all was that not a single person other than Ulric was harmed. Not the beast beneath his feet, not the attendants willing to risk their lives, not even the soldiers who boldly charged to their Duke's stupid commands.

"Why…" Dyon muttered under his breath. "You're just as foolish as this world we live in… You had a life of your own to throw away, yet you decided to risk the lives of those who depended on you too?... Disgusting… Nonsensical… It's because people like you exist that nothing should exist…"

Dyon had already been questioning the existence of everything. But, when he saw people as stupid as Ulric, his confusion only deepened.

He felt like they all existed without purpose. That everything was only here to meet a cruel and gut wrenching end. Then there were people like Ulric who seemed keen on chasing that end and forcing it to come as quickly as possible. For what? Foolish and vain feelings not rooted in anything meaningful?

He needed to know why… Why did people like Ulric exist… Why did those like the entity feel like it was okay to destroy a race of people just for its benefits…. Why did people like Percival feel like it was alright to rip families apart, stealing a mother from her daughter and stealing a wife from her husband?

Why?... Why did evil exist?... And since it would always exist… What was the point of anything else existing?...