Reaper of the Martial World

Book 9: Chapter 49: Little Boy and Girl (1)

The elders of the Five Beast Clans suddenly tensed up, several nervous glances landing upon Dyon.

It had to be said that Patriarch Raven wasn’t the only one who suffered at the hands of Dyon. Though the other Patriarchs were more cautious and joined the battle at later and more strategic timings, their endings were fairly similar.

They were very aware of the fact Dyon only didn’t kill them because he had use for them as subordinates. Nothing more. Nothing less.

Considering his power, Dyon could eradicate them all single handedly.

Surprisingly, though, Dyon didn’t seem to lose his temper. Or, maybe, he didn’t particularly see a reason to. Was there a need for a god to become enraged at the ramblings of an ant? But his words truly surprised them… He seemed to be… Justifying himself?

“Your concerns are valid, so I will share my thoughts.” Dyon nodded toward Silver Fang. “The control I’ve exhibited over your fellow beasts can simply be seen as an act of war. I will not apologize for the means I’ve used to subdue them, nor will I feel guilty about.

“As for moving forward from now, you should be aware that I have no plans on continuing to do such things. The only exceptions to this rule will be those who don’t intend to listen. As for those wild characters, I cannot afford to have them act as they please, so they will be sealed under my abilities.

“As of now, the only person who falls under this category is Patriarch Raven. The rest of you will remain under the control of your own freewill, but will have to sign soul contracts that bind you as members of my Mortal Alliance.

“Once the war has concluded, your illegitimate status will be lifted and you will be properly assimilated into what will then be our Mortal Empire. The soul contract we will sign will have this stipulation attached to it as well, so you don’t need to worry about my reneging on my word.”

Though Dyon’s explanation was concise and even understandable, it was no surprise that those of the Raven Clan had ugly expressions on their faces.

The impulsive Patriarch Raven couldn’t control his temper. Dyon had long since placed a seal within his mind, so he was unable to attack, but that didn’t stop him from lashing out with his words.

“DO YOU EXPECT US TO BELIEVE THAT YOU ARE SOME SORT OF GOD?!” Patriarch Raven raged, his temper flaring.

“’Wild Characters’? Do you get to pick and choose who you want to control as you please?! It’s obvious you want to control me as a deterrent to these weaklings! Don’t think you’re fooling anyone!”

Dyon didn’t even need to respond. Even before the remaining four Clans could express their dissatisfaction for Patriarch Raven’s words, Lyla had already acted.

“Neale Raven. 303 409 years old. Has had one wife and one son in his life, followed by an illegitimate son. At least… This is the story the Raven Clan peddles.

“The truth is that Neale Raven has had hundreds of illegitimate sons and daughters. In order to escape the scrutiny of his Clan and their strict Laws, he’s always had both them and their mothers killed.

“As for who these poor women were? Silver Deema. Silver Ginny. Ann Earth. Kaesa Earth. Taborda Crystal. Arola Crystal. Jexy Viper. Alis Viper.

“These are just eight of the most notable women that have disappeared in the last 100 years. Each and every one of their fates was more disastrous than the last. And all of them died after being forced underneath this sorry excuse of a Patriarch.

“Do you still feel the need to question my big brother?”

Lyla sent a sharp gaze toward Silver Fang, but the latter was already ashen faced.

Silver Deema. Silver Ginny. Both of them were his beloved older sisters of the previous generation. He had thought the both of them died tragic deaths within Chaos Universe, but to think they hadn’t died warriors’ deaths but instead had been forced into this scumbag’s bed.

Silver Fang’s rage caused his blood to boil, a bestial growl escaped his lips that sounded as though it came from his true enlarged form, rather than his far smaller human form.

It wasn’t just him. Members of the Earth, Crystal and Viper Clans all looked toward Patriarch Raven with an unbridled, seething rage in their eyes.

“Y-y-you! How dare you slander me!”

A pressure descended from the skies. The Presence was so fierce that Patriarch Raven fell from his seated position, his face crashing into the marbled ground below.

Oddly enough, the blow wasn’t fierce enough to crack the ground despite being strong enough to treat a dao expert like a ragdoll. Dyon’s control over his energy had reached untold heights.

“Neale Raven will be nothing more than a dog. Once the war is over, he and everyone else responsible for unforgivable crimes will be sentenced to death.”

Hearing Dyon’s words, and seeing Neale’s cheek pressed flush against the ground, though the various upper echelon members couldn’t say they felt good, they at least felt much better.

A mournful howl left Silver Fang’s lips. Maybe under the moonlight, such a sound would be beautiful, but Dyon could only see the sorrow in his face.

Little Alauna silently gripped her father’s large hand, only then did she feel secure. Her thoughts were simplistic as she was still a child, but she knew she never wanted to see her father act in this way.