Reaper of the Martial World

Book 8: Chapter 118: Sacrifice (2)

“More!” A captain of the guild guards urged the archers to loose their arrows faster. 

The scene was ridiculous. Hundreds of guild guards stood around a tower that had lost its roof. Numerous spectators stood on the ground, watching as these ‘lofty’ guild guards put their everything into firing toward an unconscious silver robed girl. But, all they received in return were arrows that shattered inexplicably.

Some of them seemed to be torn from the inside out, while other disintegrated into fine dust particles.

“Don’t let up!”

Over these past few days, it was safe to say that the guild guards had come to hate this captain to the depths of their souls. Not only had he wantonly sent them to their deaths when this all started, he was now commanding them from on high as though they weren’t tired as dogs. He hadn’t lifted a single finger from beginning to end, yet his mouth still hadn’t grown tired.

However, they could only swallow their resentment. The hierarchies of the martial world were simply too fierce for small people like them to do anything about it.

Little Yin shivered. The endless torrent of celestial drawn arrows was more than taking its toll on her.

Her rage was boiling over. Weren’t these people embarrassed? And what about the person pulling these strings? Not even a single member of the Sapientia Clan had shown their face from beginning to end. They didn’t even dare to take responsibility for their actions!

Little Yin flashed forward, cutting through the stream of arrows. She had decided. These people needed to die.

Suddenly, the rules the guild guards had become so used to changed. By the time they noticed that something invisible was cutting a path through their rain of arrows, it was too late.

The captain panicked. “No –!”

Before he could finish his words, his head had been sliced from his shoulders.

Little Yin took a risk. She had left a barrier around Clara, but she wasn’t certain how long she could last. But, she knew that she needed time to recuperate. The only way to gain that time was by changing the rules of engagement. If she could make them back off for even just a few hours, she could catch her breath and reassess.

She tore through the guild guards, hopping through space as though it was her playground. No one could see her, no one could sense her. This was the nature of Battle Awakened Celestial Hamsters, a beast that wouldn’t even fear a head on match against a dragon.

Blood rained down upon Sapientia City. The screams and rushed footsteps of those below almost rang hollow amidst the death.

‘Just a little bit more… Then they should back off.’ Little Yin pumped herself up even knowing she was approaching the end of her rope.

Space seemed to react to her calls slower, time seemed languid in its responses, but she kept going. She had seen Dyon’s future and, more importantly, his past. He wasn’t a man who would stumble at such an early stage. But, Little Yin knew that if Clara fell here, it might be something that Dyon never recovered from, it would be the kind of moment that changed a man forever.

‘Keep going… Keep going for Dyon.’

Maybe Little Yin wouldn’t have cared so much about this moment in the past. She seemed sweet and caring, but in the end, she had the same cold and calculating nature all celestial hamsters did. What others saw was less of her personality, and more of a front. There was a reason she wasn’t fazed when she took her first life… It only seemed natural to her, like a logical conclusion to the inevitable.

However, when Dyon rejected both her and her brother all those years ago, sending them away without care despite knowing how useful they could be to him, she was shocked. Shock and surprise… Those were the first two emotions she ever felt in her life.

Initially, her and Little Yang had no intention of going back to Dyon. But, curiosity got the best of them. Their clan sought after knowledge, after all. So, how could they not follow the scent of something novel and inexplicable?

What they saw shocked them. They couldn’t understand Dyon’s actions at all. Why was he, a man who obviously had his qi locked and his soul chained, putting his life on the line for mere soul slaves? All logical reasoning told them that it made no sense.

Maybe Dyon wasn’t as smart as they thought he was? That was what the twins thought…

But then they watched Dyon accept untold humiliation, even to the point of being castrated publicly and labeled as a rapist, all so that he could increase his chances of saving these very individuals he had never laid eyes upon before.

It was then that Little Yin realized that maybe there was something they didn’t understand, something that their ancestors before them didn’t understand either. So, they made a decision and chose Dyon as their Anchor. They wanted to understand…

Little Yin didn’t grasp it fully yet, but she felt that she had comprehended a small bit of it now. Sacrifice was an odd concept… No?

It was then that six auras vastly superior to anything Little Yin had faced before descended. The Guild Heads had arrived and their target wasn’t the endless slaughter within the guild guards, but Clara herself!