Chapter 2028 - Accept It (2) (1/2)

The beam cut through Dyon's diamond plated skin as though no protection ever existed. It became clear in an instant that Oshire never meant to kill him, his words alone spoke volumes. He wanted Dyon to accept that his tenacity would never be enough.

”Accept it! Accept it! Accept it!”

Beams of golden light cut through the air, seemingly using Dyon's body as target practice. His shoulders, his knees, his arms and legs, each was punctured one after another.

Blood flew from Dyon's lips as he coughed violently, his lungs filling up with crimson fluid.

Ironically, Dyon's body looked no worse than it had just moments ago. Though the piercing, searing pain was new, his body had already been being torn from the inside out.

He wiped the blood from his lips with a forearm. But, because his arm had already been drenched with blood, he drew a gruesome image. Instead of lessening the blood across his mouth and chin, he actually ended up with more.

A sneer coated his features as he charged forward once more, only to be met by more beams.

Oshire's face twisted. He lifted a second hand, numerous streaks of light now suddenly approaching from two sides. The ferocity of his attacks increased. If before he avoided Dyon's vitals to teach him a lesson, now, he didn't care.

Lasers of golden light tore through Dyon's heart, even taking a chunk of his head away, revealing the brain matter within. The gruesome injuries only seemed to grow more ghastly.

Saint grade holy type qi surged into Dyon's body, but it was simply impossible to keep up with Oshire's attacks. To make matters worse, the improvements in his body had already surpassed the limits of what this grade of holy type qi could quickly heal.

Dyon stood, his body dangling from the skies as though there was an invisible rope hanging from his neck. If it wasn't for his undead body, his lifeforce would have long since been ripped from him.

Still, he laughed. His eyes maintained the same piercing light, unfettered and arrogant without restraint. Even with the state of his body, he seemed to look down upon the world, his singular manifestation looking down on Oshire and the thousand plus Ancestors to his back.

With his wives standing in the dark skies above his True Domain, he couldn't possibly show them anything less than a manly image right?

Tears they had tried to hold back had long since come flooding outward. Their delicate cheeks were flooded with the salty liquid while their small shapely noses turned red. Even while gripping each other's hands tightly, they couldn't seem to find enough comfort.

”Is that all you have, Oshire Sapientia?” Dyon's voice held a disgusting gurgling deep within it. It would only take a sharp individual a moment to realize that this was because his throat had been flooded with his own blood. ”If you want to kill me, you'll have to try harder than that.”