Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1960 Sacharro

Chapter 1960 Sacharro

Dyon's palm struck downward. It seemed incomparably simple and bland, but the profundity was simply beyond those of the Mortal Plane. This was product of fusing countless hundred palm strike techniques into one!

Without suspense, Fallen Hastam's head shattered, spewing bits of white and grey brain matter into the air as the final screams of his soul dissipated.

"And you…"

Dyon swept through each and every one of the 13 Fallen.

The execution of such experts made those watching shudder. Were the Supremes really not showing up even after all of this?

"Aiya, what did he call us out for if he was going to take all the true fun for himself." Chenglei complained.

Biibi giggled. "Big Brother Chenglei is too willful. If he's taking revenge for little niece Alauna, we can't step in personally, right?"

How could they know that Dyon only called them out because he hadn't been certain that fusing The Seal with his Inner World would work?

As Dyon's five beast companions chortled and bantered back and forth, Little Alauna stood on Chenglei black scaled head, tears pooling in her eyes as she watched Dyon's furious slaughter.

All for her, he had completely decimated the strength of an Outer Power single handedly. Unlike others, she wasn't surprised at her father's strength. She knew better than anyone how much he hated to leave her side… If he did so for as much as five years, seeing his strength take such a ma.s.sive leap forward was only appropriate. He wouldn't leave her for so long without something to show for it.

What truly riled up Alauna's emotions was her father's love. Even when she was spoiled and mischievous, he stood on her side without hesitation.

The events of today might very well make Dyon the number one public enemy of the Mortal Plane.

To wipe out the foundational strength of an entire Outer Power just before the Ancient Battlefield descended? If this didn't make one the enemy of the world, nothing would…

Alauna knew well that her father wouldn't be ignorant of this fact, nor could the matters of today be hidden. Even if Dyon detained all those here, eventually the change would be sensed, especially since the ill time Nephilim Gathering was already quickly approaching. If no one from the Sprite Alliance showed up… The consequences were obvious.

Yet, Dyon had acted today nonetheless. He didn't care about the consequences, all for her sake, all so that she knew he would always be on her side.

This sort of doting couldn't be compared to simply buying her anything she wanted or bowing to all her wants… Dyon's actions today, though they racked Alauna with guilt, also filled her with a warmth that burned so bright it scorched her heart…

"From today onward, the Sprite Alliance will be under the sole rulership of Luna Sacharro and the Sacharro Clan. Feel free to go back and inform your powers. But do tell them that my temper isn't the best… Don't provoke me for foolish reasons or your outcome will be the same."

Dyon dropped the final corpse from his hand, allowing it to plop to the floor with a disgusting splat that echoed through the silent city.

Maybe Dyon would have never seen being covered in blood as a good thing in the past, but this moment was most definitely an exception. Though he stood tall and hadn't been so much as touched by these Fallen during this battle, much of this blood was actually his own…

Luna looked toward the projection of Dyon with a lost expression. In her mind, she constantly replayed those words he spoke again and again… Not because she was now the ruler of this Sprite Alliance. She hardly cared as long as Alauna and Dyon were safe. But rather because Dyon had called her by a name she pined after for trillions of years… A name that had been stripped from her due to her own actions…

Sacharro.

Alauna ran forward, not minding the fact her father was covered in blood to support him.

As the daughter of a Heaven's Child, Little Alauna had of course should have received the very best of her father's soul talent. Unfortunately, for whatever reason, it seemed that even though her soul talent was indeed overwhelming compared to others, it still fell well short of Dyon's.

Even still, her comprehension toward the path was still great, having travelled well into the comet grade to this point. This was more than enough for her to tell that her father was most definitely not in a good state currently.

Though Dyon might use his Immortal Sense to hide from others, he rarely did so toward his daughter. This time around, though, his trust in his own kin had led to her tears.

Dyon smiled lightly toward his daughter's over the top concern.

Truthfully, maybe it wasn't so over the top at all. Maybe anyone else would have dropped dead in his situation.

When the battle began, he was only using his soul qi, so the impact of his injuries was minimal. However, in order to evoke his Inner World, he needed the strength of both his soul and his qi. Considering the decimated state his meridians were in, forcefully using his qi like that was asking to die.

Dyon sighed. 'Maybe leaving my clone to comprehend magic with Lillianna wasn't so smart after all…'

As things stood now, Dyon couldn't form a powerful enough clone to use his Immortal Sense. Simply put, his clone's comprehension was not even a tenth of his own, they weren't in the same league. If Dyon personally learned magic with his main body, he would have long since learned this third magic already.

Unfortunately, as things stood now, it was a bit troublesome for him to return to the Mortal Alliance now. There were too many things he needed to do here.

Celestial grade holy type qi surged into Dyon's body. It provided him some relief, but it was wholly unable to fix the root of the issue. Dyon's body had become far too powerful and the immortal qi that caused his injuries to begin with was far beyond what mere celestial grade qi could contend with.