Reaper of the Martial World

Book 9: Chapter 63: Strings (3)

“Tell me the situation.”

He, Abraham and Dravil currently sat in a base built on an uninhabited planet. King Universe was essentially a battlefield from one side to the other, so rather than settlements, it dealt in bases.

The universe was practically split into two halves. The Ragnors controlled the western cluster and the northern cluster. The Pakals controlled the eastern cluster and the southern cluster. In the end, the central cluster became a massive free for all where battles occurred multiple times daily.

It was no wonder neither Clan had time to deal with the Beast Clans or the Uidah. With all of their elites concentrated here, and constantly locked in battle, it was a wonder that they had time to do anything else at all.

The so-called ‘chaos’ that Dyon caused only became such because it gave the Beast Clans and the Uidah an excuse to join. But the reality was that this quadrant had been embroiled in war long before Dyon came along.

“As you commanded us.” Dravil started. “We purposely lost a few battles to Hela and the Fey. Her reputation should have shot up several levels over the past near year.”

Dyon nodded as Abraham continued.

“We’ve lost in spots to others so as not to avoid suspicion, and even lost a few times to the Pakals as well. Overall, we’ve still won most of our battles. The Ragnors think of us as the Asura Legion, but the Pakals believe that we’re the Valhalla Legion. Everything seems to be going well.”

Dyon nodded. There was obviously no need to worry about the Ragnors and Pakals sharing information with each other. The problem came along with the possibility of spies or information stealing.

If the Ragnors suddenly caught wind of a Valhalla Legion they knew nothing about, or the Pakals did so about an Asura Legion they had never heard of, it didn’t take a genius to figure that something was fishy with that situation. There was a possibility they’d mistake it for code, but that could only work for so long before it stopped working at all.

Of course, the volatile nature of King Universe gave them some wiggle room. There were always new squadrons and factions appearing, which was why Dyon dared to do this. But, it was better to be cautious. So, much of the reason why Abraham and Dravil were tired was because other than fighting battles, they spent months destroying scouting routes, information channels and bases, and teleportation stations.

“We’ve destroyed all of the teleportation stations you’ve noted down. Their communication channels are effectively crippled. There’s little doubt that they’ll have to send new formation experts in because we’ve already killed those responsible for maintenance.

“The Gates are closing in about three more months, so they’ll definitely feel a need to move quickly. It won’t be difficult to slaughter some more of their experts in the meantime.” Dravil finished

Dyon nodded. Everything was going as planned. Hela was slowly rising up, the Ragnors were becoming more disconnected and fragmented. It was only a matter of time before the next step proceeded as expected. Who would have known that it would happen so quickly?

“You were right.” Abraham said with a sigh. “How did you know?”

Dyon smiled. “Celestial Quadrant has been embroiled in war for too long. It’s likely that the Pakals and Ragnors don’t enjoy this sort of stalemate. Even if one of them wins control over King Universe, think about the long road they’ll face afterward.

“Neither of them have found where the Universe Spirit is, and yet both suddenly believe the other side has conquered the spirit they couldn’t find.

“Now, they’re agitated, when suddenly, their means of communication was cut off. In an instant, a battlefield that had been at a stalemate for so long seemingly feels like it’s tipping to one side.

“On the Ragnors side, they feel suppression, and they suddenly start losing battle after battle.

“On the Pakals side, they feel suppression, and they suddenly start losing battle after battle.

“Now…”

Dravil and Abraham’s eyes shone.

“They’re panicking. Each side believes the other has the advantage when the reality is that neither has the advantage….” Dyon finished.

Abraham sighed, shivering inwardly. Dyon’s battle prowess was one thing, but it was his mind that truly frightened him. Even more frightening was his understanding of people and their psyches. When he learned of how Dyon, as a mere teenage boy, already had pieces within their Uidah Clan for so long already, he felt as though the reaper was holding a scythe to his neck.

It felt good to be on his side instead of opposite him.

“As you predicted, the Pakals have secretly called for a meeting with the Ragnor upper echelon. It’s unknown what their goal is, but if you’re correct again like you have been up to now… It’s likely they want to join hands and split this quadrant amongst the two of them.”

Dyon sneered. The Ragnor upper echelon still didn’t know the Beast Clans had reneged on their treaty, while the Pakals still believed the Uidah were on their side. Both likely believed that it would be possible to take swift action with neither Power being any wiser, not knowing that both had already become pawns for Dyon.

They acted just as Dyon had expected. And for Dravil and Abraham, that cold smile seemed to hold the depth of the world.