Rebirth of the Nameless Immortal God-Chapter 2243 Law.

That was right, despite being severely weakened, and even being used by a mere clone… Dyon's vajra body could still slaughter Lower Immortal Law experts like them as though they were sheep.

Without hesitation, both Bishop 2 and Butler 3 pulled out talismans from their spatial rings and burned them with their qi, calling for help without regard for their loss of face.

"Even if you can defeat the few of us, more will be here to replace us. Even if you defeat all of us, do you think you can face the city lord, Monk Rab, Demoness Johna and General Rollant all on your own? You have no idea how powerful the four of them are. We Butlers and Bishops are only the surface strength of these powers!"

Law stood silently in the sky. The two believed that he was finally hesitating, but after a long while, they finally realized that something was wrong.

Where was their help? Shouldn't they be here by now? What was going on?

Suddenly, the sound of marching troops resounded from the entrance to the city. Swaths of cackling demons followed a growing black fog. Without a choice, the forces of the government, underground, and military factions charged out to meet them, leaving the two who remained standing in the air stunned.

Did Law plan this? Did he collude with the devils? Was that even possible?

They knew that they had no reason to think this, and even less evidence, but the lingering fear in their hearts was steadily growing without end.

They had heard about Law's schemes in the past. They simply didn't take it seriously because they felt that schemes were useless in the midst of true power. But… What if someone was powerful and had the ability to scheme?

A cold sweat matted their backs. They suddenly remembered that the reason the Jones dukedom fell was because they were exposed by a devil general with a big mouth. If not for this, the truth would have never been unearthed. Due to the fact this came from the words of a devil, anyone who had suspicions toward Law forgot about them.

But now…

These were their last thoughts. Law's [Judgement] descended once more and two more heads were added to the chain dangling from his ankle.

Yin City fell into complete chaos. There was a war outside the gates. There were deadly prisoners trapped for countless millennia running free on the streets. And there was no internal strife between one of the young prodigies of this generation and the city lord.

Yet, Law's steps were slow and deliberate as he crossed the skies toward the City Lord Mansion.

Yin City fell into complete chaos. The devil bore down on them from the outside, the internal strife that had been bumbling for millennia had finally erupted, and a man with limits they couldn't see walked across their skies, his goal the very city lord mansion which housed their leader.

However, the atmosphere was still odd. Despite knowing the situation on the outside, despite knowing that Law's actions would only put them in more danger, and despite knowing that this may very well be the day Yin City ceased to exist, the commoners of Yin City simply looked up and into the sky with fires lit in their eyes as though supporting Law from afar.

Law himself saw these scenes well, causing an even more complex feeling to bloom in his heart.

If this city was made of real people instead of puppets, would this be the scene he saw? The answer was of course not.

Real humans were selfish, hypocritical, self-interested, and completely unable to see the bigger picture. Most of all, they were cowards. Even when they had strongly held beliefs of their own, very few dared to speak them aloud and even fewer dared to fight for them.

Compared to 'real' humans, these puppets were much more to Law's liking. They were like him. They didn't bend to their principles, they didn't hold hypocritical thoughts, and even in the face of death, they remained steadfast in their beliefs.

Yet, these were the same people he had treated like trash and sacrificed at the altar of his goals.

If this was a city of real humans, how many of them would be cursing at him from the ground below? How many of them would downplay the deaths of his wife and father-in-law? How many of them would tell him that he had no right to fight against the oppression of the city lord and should just obediently hand his head over?

Law was still young, and so was Dyon, especially in comparison to what the immortal plane might consider experienced. However, what was undeniably true was that he had still experienced much more than a mortal would have. He had seen hypocritical people like this. He had fought against and hated them his whole life.

Was it because of this that he subconsciously began to treat the lives of these people as meaningless?

It seemed like a nice and tidy answer to wrap everything up, but Law didn't believe it. Such an answer would let himself off too easily. He wasn't a child, he knew that the world wasn't painted in broad strokes of black and white. Even if many humans were hypocrites, that didn't mean they all were.

The truth was that he didn't care about their lives because he was the same as those he hated. He claimed that he liked these puppets because they were just like him, not carrying hypocritical thoughts and moving forward with a clear mind, but was he?

He was the exact same as them. He selfishly acted to preserve what he loved and what he cared about and disregarded everything else. If it wasn't for the existence of Saru and Lilith, he might have really sacrificed the billions who lived on the Dark Flame bubble world just for the sake of destroying the Nightwell Clan to their roots and save himself future troubles.