The three Overlord dwarves watched on with wide eyes. The first thing they noticed was the weight of this door, but the next thing they noticed were its intricate patterns. They completely forgot about the looming booms hanging over them in the horizon.

“This… Our Clan hasn’t produced a work this marvelous in countless generations.”

Dyon blinked with curiosity at these words.

“So that means that your Ancestors have reached this level before?”

“Not in the same way, but functionally speaking, yes. I can’t confirm for certain, but judging by the descriptive texts, it should be so. Our Ancestors would never exaggerate… Even I was a bit doubtful craftsmanship could reach this level until now…”

“This is your task.” Dyon said.

With a wave of his hand, a large blooming flower the size of a human appeared to his side. Soon, a clone of himself was formed and the massive golden door disappeared.

“My clone will follow you all out. I’ve set up a network chain of teleportation arrays leading from here to the eastern region. However, they’re not perfectly linked so that in the case one is compromised, they won’t all be. My clone will lead you.”

“You want us to…”

“Yes. Recreate treasures of this level. There’s really no deadline. I’ll end this war before you get a chance to.”

Dyon’s unbridled confidence shocked the dwarves to the point where they could only look at one another.

“Well? Hurry up now unless you want to get caught up in all of this.”

“We… Thank you.”

In the end, the dwarven elders could only bow in thanks before rushing away. It wasn’t long before Dyon, Clara, Luna, Ri and Alauna were the only ones remaining.

“You four should go too. If you stay here, how am I supposed to have any fun?” .

Clara pinched Dyon’s hip hard.

“What are you saying? Trying to find another wife among the cyclops? Your tastes are pretty fierce.”

Dyon grinned. “If they weren’t fierce, how could I have married you?”

“Ohoho, so it’s like that? I seem to remember someone making a bet with me that if I could draw a Grandmaster Array in 20 years, he would become my slave for 5 years. My debt is long overdue.”

Author’s Note: This was a pretty long time ago, lmao. Dyon wanted anal, Clara wanted a slave. This happened right after Dyon defeated Loki

“I wasn’t in the right state of mind.” Dyon said shamelessly. “I even fell into a coma right afterward. I plead insanity.”

Alauna giggled toward her father’s antics. If the dwarves saw him now, they’d probably be even more speechless than they were before. What kind of man with so much power would be on the losing end of a conversation with his wife in the martial world?

“You should plead shamelessness.” Clara said with disdain.

Dyon sighed deeply. “She’s a lost soul, lead her away well Luna. She’s easily confused.”

“Are you sure you want to stay here alone?” Luna asked. “Kaori should be the most aware that he is no match for you. But, I have a hard time believing that he’s attacking you out of principle for killing his father and enslaving his son rather than for a true purpose.”

Dyon looked off toward the cyclops army that was coming ever closer.

“That’s exactly why I have to send you away.” Dyon smiled playfully, as though showing that he truly wasn’t taking this seriously. “As the heir of a Clan only able to share the 30th rank in the tower quadrants, Kaori somehow got the support of the Numbered Warriors. After that, he managed to call the Transcendent Beast Alliance to his aid. Following that, he got his hands of a Half Immortal Grade spatial treasure that would be rare even in the Sapientia Clan. Now, I’m 95% certain that he’s behind these movements.

“I find it pretty interesting. He somehow managed to hide from me for 80 years as well… I’m curious about what his secrets are… Since he wants to constantly provoke me, I don’t mind taking his things as my own.”

Dyon launched himself into the air, flashing forward over a kilometer in an instant.

“I’m going cyclops hunting, wait for the good news.”

The four women stood in silence for a long time as the sounds of battle erupted in the distance.

Maybe it was the intuition of a woman, but something felt off. The weird part was that they somehow felt that it wasn’t Kaori either. Or maybe it was related to him, but not him exactly.

On Dyon’s shoulders, Little Yin and Yang frowned.

‘Little Yin, this timeline’s penultimate event is coming soon.’

‘…’

…

Dyon flew through the skies with a smile on his face. If it wasn’t for the fact every swing of his scythe unleashed bloody murder, one would think that he was taking a leisurely stroll in the park.

The size and weight of his scythe changed freely. Sometimes it was its original three-meter length, other times it expanded outward hundreds of meters at once, slicing apart massive cyclopes one after another. Limbs, heads and bodies dozens of meters inside were strewn about in the forest, saturating the infertile soil in a bloody mess.

Author’s Note: I know, I’m just as disappointed as you are. I looked up the plural of cyclops and it’s actually cyclopes. What were our forefathers thinking?

“Is this the mighty cyclops clan? Ancestor of the Giants? Why are you all falling so easily?”

Dyon released the beast babies and Chenglei.

The five had grown much more familiar with each other over the years. However, having not had many opportunities to battle as one, Dyon thought they may need some experience in coordination. Although he could take control of their actions with his overwhelming soul might, his soul stamina wasn’t as free as it used to be anymore.

Every time Dyon used Reaper, he had to evoke the fundamental runes of its origin world. Though he could get away with not doing so now that Reaper had broken into the Empyrean Grade, this inaction would still cause a drastic drop in Reaper’s prowess.

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