Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God Chapter 1563 Kill

Chapter 1563 Kill

Dyon's battle tactics could only be described as scheming and annoying. He constantly threw in feints to attempted attacks and always seemed to find new, underhanded means to push his opponents into a corner.

The time intervals between blue lightning strikes seemed completely random, and sometimes they wouldn't be King Jellyfish at all. At the same time, [Qi Line] began to strike fear in Eleven and Ten, especially Ten who wasn't being given any time to heal. However, the most annoying tactic was without a doubt the sentinels themselves.

After being fixed by the Mending Core, the sentinels gained the ability to replicate all the skills of their master. This wasn't just limited to wills, but even Dyon's techniques.

For as long as he could remember, Dyon saw his opponents as unbearably slow. Even back to the days of the World Tournament, to now, it felt as though his mind was operating in warp speed while his enemies had to push their bodies through ma.s.ses of thick liquid.

The only unfortunate part was that Dyon's body had never been able to keep up with his mind. But now, he had two dao puppets capable of reacting to his thoughts. Even though they were still shockingly slower than Dyon's speed of thought, it was enough to force the three numbered warriors into a corner from time to time.

Nine, who had already been p.i.s.sed was even more so now. She was a mighty Dream Panther, when had she ever been treated like this? This was the most maddening battle she had ever been a part of.

The sentinels always retreated whenever she sought to take advantage of an opening. Their weapons constantly changed. Sometimes they used a saber, at other times a rod, and at even others it would be a halberd.

It felt as though they were fighting hundreds of different opponents with hundreds of different styles at once. The changes were so abrupt and jarring that even Nine was caught off guard several times.

'Just how many techniques can one person know?!' Nine wanted to roar at the top of her lungs, but she noticed that whenever she lost her mind to anger, and immortal puppet would appear out of nowhere and force her to use her enigmatic qi to defend. The worst part was that before she could counterattack, the puppet would vanish as though it was never there.

However, while the dao experts were being slowly driven to insanity, Dyon's eyelids seemed as though they could close on him at any moment. He had never felt such a fierce desire to sleep since he began to cultivate… Or, maybe not since he burned his soul…

His eyes seem to sink into his head, his skin paled, revealing sickly veins of green, and his breathing was erratic.

The pressure of constantly changing styles, of constantly fighting like a brand-new person… It was too much for one person's mind to handle.

Dyon was too young. The challenge geniuses faced was that sometimes their cultivation speed would be too great for their level of mental fort.i.tude. Sometimes, there were things only enough time could fix.

However, if one looked closely, past those nearly shut eyelids, one would see a hidden sharpness that hadn't faded. It was at that moment that Madeleine lost consciousness several universes away. Dyon didn't know what it was, but he felt there was something intangible pus.h.i.+ng him to a greater height… Faith, maybe…

'It's time.' Dyon's haggard figure breathed out. Everything should be in place. It was time to kill.

The two sentinels surged forward, weaving back and forth.

Their style had completely changed once more. Before, they fought as though they were ignoring the other completely. Now, they had suddenly become a tag team that had worked together for countless millennia.

Their pattern suddenly became relentless and b.e.s.t.i.a.l. Dyon's will to crush them emanated forth in full force. It almost felt as though they were facing a savage subhuman, a man willing to devolve himself into depravity to eat their hearts.

The abrupt s.h.i.+ft shook Nine to her core. Before, she had felt pressure, but she had never felt danger. She could tell that Dyon was stalling for time, but she didn't understand exactly what the reason was.

She lost count of the number of times she wanted to run and leave Ten and Eleven behind. However, her pride was growling at her from a hidden depth within. This also didn't consider the fact she didn't even know if she'd be capable of running even if she tried.

Up to now, the battle had moved through several hundred kilometers, but it seemed like there was no end in sight. No matter how far away they moved, the perpetual cold qi and lightning toxins always found their way to them.

At the same time, whenever they tried to move toward the Jafari Clan treasure, they were shut down by the Immortal Puppets.

Much like Ten, Nine was certain that the reason Dyon wasn't continuously using the puppets was because there was a heavy price to pay for their use. But, it was impossible for her to gamble on exactly what that price was. Dyon knew he only had two minutes remaining after days of fighting, but Nine had no way of knowing this!

The sentinels continued to weave in out. Suddenly, it became difficult to tell exactly which was which.

Nine gnashed her teeth, trying to block the way of the sentinels along with Eleven. This illusory foot technique, it was the first time they had seen it. Just how many techniques could a single puppet use?

In that moment, the sentinels weaved once more, causing a s.h.i.+ft in the currents. One sentinel's sword became a tower s.h.i.+eld, while the other became a long flexible spear.

Dyon never made use of them, but he had known for a long time that s.h.i.+elds were an available weapon in his paG.o.da. What Nine thought couldn't possible get more annoying had skyrocketed to a new level in an instant.