Chapter 2358 - Face (3) (2/2)

This 'Death' Dyon was facing shouldn't be mistaken. This horseman could only represent the people of this world. This was the same for Famine, War and Conquest, they only embodied the Faiths of this world alone.

However, this clownish, beast-like Death still pushed Dyon over the edge. He couldn't help but think that this was all Death ever was. There was nothing to beat. It wasn't an enemy he could simply find and defeat, it wasn't one he could trick with his mind… There was nothing he could do about it.

With a roar, Dyon sheered Death's arm from its socket, whipping it across his skeleton face and sending him across the room.

His rampaging had shattered Death's bones in many places. Let alone fight back, Death couldn't even continue to scream as it had been doing so.

'This was all death ever was.'

Infuriated, Dyon slapped his palms against Death's skull, shattering it to pieces.

'Isn't it curious? Why do the Heavens place arbitrary caps on life? Why is it that a Ninth Order Celestial and the weakest Celestial will still only live 10 000 years? Shouldn't there be a difference between them?'

If life could be grasped through cultivation… Why were things like this?

Dyon's mind landed on an answer that made him want to destroy everything. An answer he had come to for the second time already despite his not knowing…

If the expressed goal of the Heavens was to push for the evolution of the people born under its charge… Wouldn't allowing these people to live forever hinder this goal…? Wouldn't these lab rats it created run harder on their hamster wheels if they knew there was an expiration date attached to their pitiful lives…?

”Dammit!”

Dyon's foot descended upon Death's ċhėst, shattering it completely.

He bent over and ripped Death's scythe from his armor covered hands.

His entire body seemed to have a shadow cast over it, his enraged gaze clouding over as his black flames flickered.

Dyon's body disappeared, reappearing to see three familiar figures with colored scales beneath their eyes.

”I'm only giving you one chance. You can either choose to act on your initial plans and die, or you can make the smarter choice.

”Choose quickly. I'm not in a very good mood.”