Reaper of the Martial World

Book 9: Chapter 61: Strings (1)

“They’re finally gone.”

Several guards across a decently built city wall sighed in relief. Though the wall was only about three meters tall, it had helped them greatly over the years. But, in recent times, it had become battered and bruised, not because of the beasts it was actually meant to protect against, but rather because of the so-called higher ups that were supposedly meant to protect them.

This small city was known as Oswald City. Located near one of the furthest edges of Ragnor territory, it wasn’t known for much other than its weakness. Its only true attraction was the fact for about four months out of the year, what the nobles called the ‘Gates’ would open.

Two ancient inscription etched pillars that had stood in their large field of green for more epochs than their history books recorded vibrated awake, gathering energy and opening a swirling portal.

Many of the older individuals called it a portal to Valhalla. Beyond it was a dangerous trial and those that passed would transcend, bringing glory to their families.

However, none of them ever seemed to survive. The few brave souls who dared to enter never returned.

One day, just a few years ago, several powerful yellow haired and blue eyed people appeared to enter the Gates. But, unlike those poor souls of their Oswald City that never came back, they seemed to return in great condition every year, without fail.

What enraged the inhabitants of Oswald City was that these bastards didn’t deserve to see Valhalla. They were vile, obscene creatures who only thought of sex and alcohol. Too many families of their city had suffered under their strength.

This reprieve that they experienced seemed to be the only time they could experience any form of happiness anymore.

Ironically, those of Oswald City were lucky being so far from the central power of the Ragnor Clan. They were ignored because they were weak. Even their City Lord was only a meridian formation expert.

Unfortunately for them, war began and now the very Ragnors who had ignored them were using them without remorse.

It had already been days since they left, but it was only now the guards dared to speak such words.

Yet… almost as though it was a jinx, the pillars in the far distance began to vibrate.

The guards snapped their heads toward the offender, deep irrational rage coloring their features. As for the offender, he lowered his head in shame, his body trembling with fear. However, just when he was expecting a beating, he suddenly heard the gasps escape the lips of his fellow guards. It wasn’t until he looked up that he finally understood… This sight, it was the most beautiful he had ever seen.

A goddess descended from the skies. Her delicate feet landing softly on the green grass below.

Her white gown fluttered, her violet hair billowing in the wind with a gentle undulation. Her breast were towering. Despite her chest being covered such that only the graceful line of her collarbone could just barely be seen, they stood too proudly, curved at a perfect ratio and bounding tenderly to the pace of her elegant gait.

Soon, an army followed in behind her. If it wasn’t for the prisoners of war that appeared not long after, chained together like a long line of fugitives, it would have been impossible to say that they had fought a war at all.

As though following the blemishless nature of their goddess, not a speck of dust could be found on these warriors. Their backs stood as straight as javelins, their steps completely in lock. One could see from a distance the hidden passion they held for the goddess walking before them, but it was also clear that none dared to taint her image either.

Across several Ragnor outer territories, similar scenes were occurring everywhere.

“Valyrie! A Valkyrie Goddess has descended!”

The guards shouted in excitement. Those lecherous bastards finally got what was coming to them. They knew the Gods of Valhalla wouldn’t just sit to the sidelines, allowing their loyal people to be slighted in this way.

Though Madeleine appeared calm, inwardly she was cursing her husband and his shameless tactics.

~3 days ago~

Dyon heldMadeleine’s naked body in his arms, his hands greedily roaming her body. He couldn’t get enough of the feeling of his hands sinking into endlessly soft flesh. It baffled him how this wife of his could be so toned in some areas, but so plump and soft in others. Even though he had no need for sleep, he felt as though he could rest for an eternity by her side.

Madeleine smiled lightly. They lay on soft grass that was once covered by inches of snow. But, the heat of their bodies had been too much for this mountain peak.

“I need you to become a Goddess.”

Dyon’s sudden words stunned Madeleine.

“Of course, you already are one.” Dyon smiled mischievously, mounting his wife once more.

Soft moans escaped Madeleine’s lips as she felt a sturdy rod penetrate her.

“But this time.” He whispered softly into her ears. “I need you to become a Goddess for the common people. They need to love you, worship you. They need to believe that you’ll always protect them and that one day, if they work hard enough, they too can become a God or Goddess.”

Madeleine didn’t feel like listening anymore. She cupped Dyon’s cheeks, pulling his lips down to hers.