It was likely a freak accident. The Deities were known for modifying their bodies. Maybe Dyon had only made a slight error in judgement.

The massacre continued.

‘Since you don’t want to appear, I’ll just slaughter all of them first.’

To Dyon, two facet Overlords were already not too much trouble before he took the world trial. It may have only taken him some minor effort. However, now, they fell too easily. Unless three facet Overlords began to appear, he really would kill them all.

A cyclops standing at over one hundred meters tall gripped its hands over its massive sledge hammer and swung down toward Dyon. It was the kind of blow that could obliterate a mountain range even within the Ancient Battlefield.

Dyon waved his scythe, beheading another first facet Overlord just as that very massive shadow appeared above his head.

Instead of moving, Dyon reached his hand upward, his qi surging as he activated the abilities of his Silver Mirror Constitution.

He palm struck upward, stopping the sledgehammer in its tracks.

The cyclops was sent flying, leaving Dyon who was only a fraction of its size standing completely unscathed. In fact, even the earth beneath Dyon’s feet wasn’t so much as scratched.

The tragic screams of the greyish-green skinned cyclops Overlord rang over the battlefield. Its forearms snapped in two, its dark bones piercing out through its steel-like muscle fibers and skin. Maybe he would have screamed for even longer had Dyon not ended his misery with a scythe strike to the neck.

In that moment, Dyon suddenly paused again.

‘… My wrist is numb…?’

Dyon was certain that the cyclops Overlord’s blow was well within the limits of his body. Though he hadn’t become an Overlord in body, that was only by his own standards and not that of others. His bodily strength already didn’t lose out to most Overlords of the body facet and only became more devastating now that he fused his blood and qi, not to mention the fact he had already circulated Titan Emperor’s Will.

‘Once is a coincidence… Twice is…’

Dyon’s gaze narrowed, his head turning to sense several more auras rushing toward him. To now, only two Overlord Clans had been involved. But judging by what his Immortal Sense saw, many more were coming.

Dyon couldn’t help but find this tactic odd. Who was treating Overlords like cannon fodder? Did Kaori really have the ability to do so? And also, wouldn’t it be normal for his enemies to attack his family as a threat to him? Yet they were actually completely ignoring his wife and daughter and focusing entirely on him.

Dyon didn’t believe that these Failed Clans were so chivalrous. Maybe the reason they were entirely focused on him was because they believed that their only hope was to throw everything they had at him. They didn’t have the luxury of splitting their forces.

But… Did the Overlord Clans really fear him this much? He hadn’t done enough to warrant this kind of reaction. It didn’t make sense.

Seeing the approached throngs of Overlords, Dyon was suddenly speechless.

Massive golden three-legged birds, minotaurs hundreds of meters tall breathing fire, snake-haired men and women, phoenixes of red and blue…

Dyon felt as though he was being pranked. At least in the past when he became public enemy number one whether that be in the Epistemic Tower, or in Sprite Alliance, he had actually done something to warrant it.

Now, however, he was at a loss.

On one hand, he found this to be greatly convenient. With all of the Overlords gathering in this way, as long as he killed them all, this would be effectively over.

However, on another hand, this was baffling. He doubted these Overlords even knew his name. Why was he suddenly being targeted by so many of them? Had he underestimated the impact of his actions in the last almost decade? .

Dyon thought for a moment.

He and his wives appeared with several aliases, wreaking havoc. However, in order to paint a more realistic picture, most of the personas that Dyon created were far weaker than his true self. So, the ‘damage’ they caused wouldn’t be enough for Overlords to make a move at all.

More importantly, there was simply too much time left in the first phase. Though no one knew exactly how the rules of this Ancient Game worked, even the shortest time frame the first phase had taken place went on for several decades. But, it hadn’t even been 7 years yet!

This was all to say that it didn’t make sense that these Overlords were so eager to make a move now. The only explanation was that they really were fearful of Dyon’s improvement speed. But in order for them to know how fast he could improve, they’d have to speak to someone like Kaori. However, this once more led to the very first problem Dyon faced in this line of thought: what right did Kaori have to speak to entities on such a level?

This was the same reason Dyon hadn’t shifted his attention away from Kaori. There were numerous individuals from the mortal plane who had the same knowledge of Dyon’s abilities that Kaori had, but how many of them had the actual means to make use of this knowledge?

Would a three facet Overlord listen to the ravings of a Dao Formation little boy or girl? Would even a Higher Existence care to listen? Even worse, even someone of the same cultivation level wouldn’t bother to listen because they’d be too busy trying to kill the ‘invaders’.

Dyon was certain that most of his fellow invaders only survived so long precisely because he was taking so much attention away from them.

Of course, Dyon wasn’t na?ve enough to think that they’d be ‘grateful’ for this. They were likely dreading a future where the Mortal Empire was all there was. However, at the very least, the vast majority of them wouldn’t dare to or even have the ability to provoke him.

‘It can’t be the Sapientia either… right? I sent Little Alauna and Luna off to scout them for years. I’ve also kept close tabs on the young they sent in…’

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