"Come! Emytheus! Give me everything you have!"Įmytheus countered Dyon's undying pursuit again and again. However, Dyon himself only laughed uproariously, his strength blooming to new and greater heights. His relentless pursuit toward victory caused the skies to boom with endless rains of thunder as though expressing the rage of the Heavens above. It swept through the skies, clashing with Emytheus' massive platinum wings and forcing him to retreat again and again.ĭyon's attacks grew more furious, more vigorous. His scythe expanded in size, entering the hand of the tenth arm with embodied the first blessing Dyon had ever learned. The undead creatures of Emytheus' Hades ability were eradicated one after another even as Emytheus himself was forced back several steps.ĭyon's golden arms grabbed the qi in the skies, taking control of them and bombarding Emytheus from all sides. No, it was more accurate to say that it was tens of thousands.Įach as large as tens of miles across, they blanketed out the skies, shattering the earth below under their pressure before they even landed. And Dyon chose to empower himself with the strength of blessings, creating a tenth arm that had never existed before. To change the fundamental element of one's technique, this was the true power of. He tapped into the fifth degree of freedom. He tapped into the magic of blessings within his golden wings, slowly coming to understand the fundamental runes that powered its holy aura. !"ĭyon's palms slapped together once more, nine arms of a prayer buddha stretching out for hundreds of miles to his back. To go all out, to crush his enemies no matter how high above him they stood. The more he fought, the quicker his heart pounded. The rising corpse puppets were struck simultaneously, a singular palm stay behind to keep Emytheus at bay.Īnother golden palm appeared to Dyon's opposite side, his fighting intent blooming. Thousands of golden palms rose into the air, the skies quaking beneath their might. Thousands of blooming flowers appeared in the skies, each as large as a person and overflowing with a bloody aura.ĭyon's clones rushed outward, each of them pressing their hands together and roaring in unison. Illusory flames billowed around him, a roar escaping his lips that overshadowed the creaking bones below. The impact of his palms meeting shook the Ancient Battlefield, causing no less of a cataclysm than Emytheus' underworld fissure. He flashed backward, allowing Reaper to float before his as he clapped his hands together. They slowly pulled themselves upward, rising from hell's abyss.ĭyon sneered. Thousands of skeletal hands the size of cities creeped upward, grasping the sides of this fissure. A splintering valley that ran for thousands of miles opened up, running horizontally between Dyon and Emytheus' clashing figures. They clashed in the skies, golden wings to one side, platinum wings to the other.Įmytheus' cry shook the earth below.
Their minds were enraptured by the moment of history before them.ĭyon's strikes, Emytheus' counters, Dyon's arrays, Emytheus' vault of treasures. Even those observing had a difficult time forming thoughts of their own. Their battle was a sight that captured the hearts of all.
Reality was formed by their wills, the illusory was manifested under their thoughts, even the Heavens could only bear witness to their clash. Each of them had already surpassed the normal boundaries of the mortal plane, each of them was a God in their own right. Space shattered and crumbled under their might. The buŧŧ of his scythe swinging forward to deflect it. As long as his will held on, he would be the undeniable victor.Įmytheus met Dyon's kick with a knee of his own, a savage glow lighting his eyes as a streak of lighting following his counter punch.ĭyon's reaction was quick. However, when it came to his soul, the things he could create would keep coming for as long as he continued to manifest them. Dyon didn't believe for a moment that Emytheus had an endless supply of immortal grade weapons. If ten wasn't enough, he would send a hundred. His kick followed the swing of his scythe, a slew of arrays manifesting to his back.Įven though he was well aware that even his strongest, , wasn't able to match up against even a single one of Emytheus' weapons, so what? If one wasn't enough, he would send ten. The moment he gained even the slightest advantage, he pressed forward.
His intent blazed, pushing onward to force Emytheus back.ĭyon's ȧssault was relentless.
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His golden wings flapped mightily, sending a torrent of winds forward that supported him. But he had been fighting Emytheus for too long to fall for such a thing again. Even as his shoulders were torn apart by the weapons flying through the air, he met Emytheus' palm strike head on.Ī deep reflective impact surged as Dyon was almost thrown away by Hera's ability.
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