Reaper of the Martial World

Book 10: Chapter 121: Sacharro (3)

Dyon had become no different from a deity of his own world. Though he didn’t know it now, this sort of effect was something only the Origin Source of a Transcendent could replicate!

 Of course, there were still some differences between this and that. Cutting off the Mortal Plane from his Inner World wasn’t a problem. But, the current Dyon was still too far from cutting ties with the Immortal Plane while true Origin Sources could most definitely do so.

It wasn’t that The Seal was incapable, but rather than Dyon’s stamina could definitely not hold up such an oppressive projection.

Though The Seal’s passive ability had mutated, it wasn’t without side effect. Since it was melded with his Inner World and had been cut from the Heavens, it required Dyon’s own strength to sustain. As a result, this once passive ability that could be used with ease, had become a great struggle for Dyon to maintain.

Still, there was some good that came with this. This ability changed the form of The Seal. Essentially, even without his Immortal Sense’s protection, it was impossible to link the seal in the sky with The Seal of the 33 Heavens.

Unfortunately, Dyon couldn’t handle this strain for long. A few minutes was his limit… But this was already impressive beyond compare, and… This amount of time was more than enough!

“Were you part of it?”

Dyon descended from Chenglei’s back, grasping Fallen Hastam’s throat. His aura had become baleful, his eyes reddening with thick killing intent under the influence of the War God Martial Intent.

“[Devour].”

He couldn’t be bothered to wait for an answer, directly scouring Fallen Hastam’s mind as he pleased.

Spectator’s watched on in horror as a mighty Fallen screamed for his life, unable to control himself at the pain of his soul rending apart.

“Good. Good.” Dyon’s jaw clenched. “You actually voted in favor of kidnapping a baby. A mighty Fallen, making a move on a child… You deserve death!”

Dyon’s palm struck downward. It seemed incomparably simple and bland, but the profundity was simply beyond those of the Mortal Plane. This was product of fusing countless hundred palm strike techniques into one!

Without suspense, Fallen Hastam’s head shattered, spewing bits of white and grey brain matter into the air as the final screams of his soul dissipated.

“And you…”

Dyon swept through each and every one of the 13 Fallen.

The execution of such experts made those watching shudder. Were the Supremes really not showing up even after all of this?

“Aiya, what did he call us out for if he was going to take all the true fun for himself.” Chenglei complained.

Biibi giggled. “Big Brother Chenglei is too willful. If he’s taking revenge for little niece Alauna, we can’t step in personally, right?”

How could they know that Dyon only called them out because he hadn’t been certain that fusing The Seal with his Inner World would work?

As Dyon’s five beast companions chortled and bantered back and forth, Little Alauna stood on Chenglei black scaled head, tears pooling in her eyes as she watched Dyon’s furious slaughter.

All for her, he had completely decimated the strength of an Outer Power single handedly. Unlike others, she wasn’t surprised at her father’s strength. She knew better than anyone how much he hated to leave her side… If he did so for as much as five years, seeing his strength take such a massive leap forward was only appropriate. He wouldn’t leave her for so long without something to show for it.

What truly riled up Alauna’s emotions was her father’s love. Even when she was spoiled and mischievous, he stood on her side without hesitation.

The events of today might very well make Dyon the number one public enemy of the Mortal Plane.

To wipe out the foundational strength of an entire Outer Power just before the Ancient Battlefield descended? If this didn’t make one the enemy of the world, nothing would…

Alauna knew well that her father wouldn’t be ignorant of this fact, nor could the matters of today be hidden. Even if Dyon detained all those here, eventually the change would be sensed, especially since the ill time Nephilim Gathering was already quickly approaching. If no one from the Sprite Alliance showed up… The consequences were obvious.

Yet, Dyon had acted today nonetheless. He didn’t care about the consequences, all for her sake, all so that she knew he would always be on her side.

This sort of doting couldn’t be compared to simply buying her anything she wanted or bowing to all her wants… Dyon’s actions today, though they racked Alauna with guilt, also filled her with a warmth that burned so bright it scorched her heart…

“From today onward, the Sprite Alliance will be under the sole rulership of Luna Sacharro and the Sacharro Clan. Feel free to go back and inform your powers. But do tell them that my temper isn’t the best… Don’t provoke me for foolish reasons or your outcome will be the same.”

Dyon dropped the final corpse from his hand, allowing it to plop to the floor with a disgusting splat that echoed through the silent city.

Maybe Dyon would have never seen being covered in blood as a good thing in the past, but this moment was most definitely an exception. Though he stood tall and hadn’t been so much as touched by these Fallen during this battle, much of this blood was actually his own…

Luna looked toward the projection of Dyon with a lost expression. In her mind, she constantly replayed those words he spoke again and again… Not because she was now the ruler of this Sprite Alliance. She hardly cared as long as Alauna and Dyon were safe. But rather because Dyon had called her by a name she pined after for trillions of years… A name that had been stripped from her due to her own actions…

Sacharro.