Reaper of the Martial World

Book 8: Chapter 1: Root Formation (1)

Dyon’s eyes didn’t seem to have any particular reaction. He had expected this long ago, was there a point in panicking?

Plus, there were two things that swung these matters in his favor.

The first was a bit of a double-edged sword. Since the approaching armies had to go through numerous danger zones, silver danger zones at that, they could only take the elite of the elite. After all, even Emperors could die in a silver danger zone.

On the one hand, this meant that the army sizes were kept fairly small in comparison to the norm, though, still quite large. There were a few dozen thousand per group as opposed to the several millions to even billion a true war would scale on.

Of course, not all of these warriors were Emperors, or else it wouldn’t have been so shocking that Dyon’s Demon Generals were all at that standard. However, it needed to be noted that this was the lower tier, as such, the silver danger zones were appropriately scaled. While an Emperor Lower Celestial could die, an Emperor Middle Celestial wouldn’t be likely to.

Thus, these armies had a very simple solution to this: they brought stronger warriors. Many were just mere Dukes, with a few Kings, but could ignore lower tier silver danger zones due to their higher and peak celestial realm cultivation.

Simply put, the bad news was that all of those here could easily survive the dangers of the danger zones they were passing now. However, there was a saying that good was always paired with bad.

The good news was that this wasn’t the only war these clans and sects had to focus on. Since they had wars raging on the middle, higher and peak tiers, they couldn’t just extract all their warriors, right? If they did so, it would leave them vulnerable! This worked greatly in Dyon’s favor.

The second matter that was in his favor were the nature of his opponents. True God Lux, Aurum, and Nativus, for example, hadn’t even brought armies, they appeared alone. Then there was True God Falkor, Titus and Anak, who were so weak that Dyon couldn’t even be bothered with them.

The former three were obviously too prideful to feel they needed to bring an army at all. As for why True God Titus didn’t follow in the footsteps of his Dragon Race, it could only be said he was a weird one. Despite being a prideful Dragon, didn’t he not hesitate to sneak attack and kill God Goldeen? He was one of the very rare Dragons who placed their pride in their scheming instead of his own personal prowess. Which was surprising considering his appearance.

Who would think that a man with flaming red hair, jagged teeth, and twin fiery sabers, wouldn’t be in love with combat, but instead, strategy? He could only be described as an anomaly. Nothing in the universe was absolute…

However, it was precisely because of this that Dyon didn’t let his guard down. Since that schemer had dared to come, it meant he was fairly confident in his odds for success. And… Of all those here, he was the most aware of Dyon’s prowess!

‘Let’s whittle them down a bit then…’ Dyon thought faintly.

With his divine sense stretching out half a million kilometers, he had detected them all long ago.

According to Dyon’s calculations, True God Luz, Aurum and Nativus would definitely arrive here first. This was something he would know even without his divine sense. Since they were the most powerful and had the smallest group, it was incomparably easy for them to cross a silver danger zone.

There was no point in attempting to obstruct them, doing so would only make them stop approaching leisurely. If they rushed here in a fit of rage, Dyon would have to fight these battles with his hands tied behind his back too soon.

Instead, Dyon focused all his attention on the Heavenly Sword Guild and the Star Force. Their interference would be the most potent. In addition, Dyon didn’t want to alert schemer Titus to the true extent of his abilities too soon.

Dyon’s head tilted up, the faint images of two young girls appearing in his mind.

For over half a year, he had sat in this very spot. He couldn’t forget the fact he had promised to show them the world. He couldn’t forget how he abandoned that promise to them.

It was impossible to look back and make up for that mistake. They were gone, and nothing he could do would bring them back. Even erecting the Arc of Humanity seemed like a pitiful effort to Dyon. It wasn’t enough. They were worth more than that, their smiles and gentleness were worth more than that.

So, Dyon decided on something else. Since he failed to show them the world, he would surpass that promise and do something far grander, something worthy of them.

The whole world deserved to know they existed, that Mia and Bella Sacharro existed.

He would grasp that world he promised to show them, subdue it, subjugate it. Then, he would bring it to its knees and offer it up in memory of them.

This whole world, filled with garbage and evil, awashed in inhumanity and hatred, he would flood it with blood and gore to leave only the beauty Mia and Bella wanted to experience. He would force it to pay respects to their grave, force it to pay for what it did to them.

In that moment, an enraged roar left Dyon’s lips. It was so fierce that space shattered like glass around his voice.

The world seemed to tremble under his might. Those who had wanted to record the events for profit could only stand stunned as their arrays were destroyed one after another.

A slumbering beast had awoken once more.