Reaper of the Martial World

Book 11: Chapter 30: Slaughter (3)

The four beast babies had grown considerably. Maybe if it wasn’t out of habit, Dyon would have long since stopped calling them babies at all…

Biibi had fully grown into her Celestial Deer form. Her limbs brimmed with a powerful force, causing the air beneath her hooves to solidify.

Her body glowed with a golden light, a supreme celestial will twinkling around her like stars in the night sky.

Dyon had gone not only purified her bloodline completely, but he mutated it with the Lux Clan’s Light Qilin bloodline. This not only made Biibi’s inherent magic affinity more potent, especially in the vein of light magic, but it also made her speed reach an unprecedented level when coupled with the Celestial Deer’s wind affinity.

Sen’s appearance made the four-armed apes in the enemy army tremble in fear. His white fur glimmered with a royal blue luster that formed an armor of diamond. His bestial form had grown two tusks that seemed ready to tear even a Dragon limb from limb.

Not only had Dyon purified his bloodline, but he also raised the Diamond Skinned Ape bloodline he gained from the Golden Flame Mystical World to its upmost. A single swing of his rod could level planets and eat suns, he was completely unlike he had been in the past.

Linlin exuded an ancient aura. Her beautiful black shell was etched with runes of silver and gold, radiating in the skies like an unmatched treasure. Her shell alone was comparable to a Venerable Grade Treasure.

Nephilim territory was indeed worthy of being known as a the oldest of the mortal plane. The ancient qi Linlin managed to absorb from them was responsible for the power she wielded now.

Finally, there was Shere. If one wanted to measure intimidation alone, the crimson slaughter qi that violently whirled around her body was without competition.

Blue devil flames raged from the depths of her vicious gaze. She felt Dyon anger the most, she wanted nothing more than to help him vent his fury.

The bones in her body crackled, a roar the likes of which forced even the Overlords to take a step back escaping her lips.

A black exoskeleton seemed to form from thin air, descending down the length of her spine and tail before covering the front of her front and hind limbs.

Little Chibi bobbed over Dyon’s shoulder, her adorable appearance hidden beneath her heavy black lid. It seemed she had no intention of coming out… She was entirely focused on using the dead to pave a path forward.

Below, the agonizing screams and cries for help of the armies below sounded. But, unfortunately for them, their six Overlords didn’t dare to budge an inch. Their attention was entirely focused on Dyon. They didn’t even dare to spare a glance toward the three dwarf Overlords any longer.

“Nine times…” Dyon muttered. “Nine times…”

He didn’t know what these words meant, but they fiercely rung in his ears, unwilling to allow him to think of everything else. For some reason, every time he thought it, an image of one of his wives would flash in his mind, only enraging him further.

Chenglei’s mouth opened, a surge of violent qi swirling in from the surroundings. An ever-growing ball of black flames surged as he cocked his back, his throat expanding violently.

Biibi muttered a few words beneath her breath. In tandem, a massive crystalline array appeared before the ball of black flames.

The expression of the six Overlords completely changed. The only one who seemed uncaring for the situation was the Overlord of the Deity Race, yet even he was quickly gathering his strength into his fists.

“… [Asura].”

What was already a prison became a fiery hell. Dyon’s words became like a death sentence. Spears of flaming black descended from the skies. Retaliation seemed completely futile. historical

The runes on Linlin’s back glowed fiercely. Every utterance that left her lips blocked another oppressive strike of the six Overlords. A single word dispelling an attack that could destroy words.

Sen beat his chest, his rod slamming into the ground. Waves of dense earth qi caused the ground to form violent tides as though it was no different from the dark oceans of the Ancient Battlefield.

Shere’s claws extended. A fiery blue flame coating them as she drew her palms across the skies. Space was torn apart as though it was nothing more than a thin film of paper.

It was at that moment Chenglei released his Dragon’s Breath. Those of the Ancient Battlefield could be said to have long forgotten the might of the Dragon Race… However, on this day… They would be reminded.

Biibi’s crystalline array accepted the destructive wave, concentrating it into a single point at that blasted outward and covered the skies.

The figures of the six Overlords were complete engulfed. Dyon stood above it all like a god passing judgement upon his subjects. His gaze was completely devoid of emotion as hundreds of kilometers of landed were blasted apart and turned to ash. Even a good portion of his own skeleton army was destroyed in the wake of this strike without a care…

This time, there were no pitiful screams or cries for help. There was only death and destruction.

By the time the figures of the six Overlords were revealed once more, over half their army had been wiped out, while they themselves were in a sorry state.

Overlord Afra breathed heavily, her once flawless skin singed in several areas. Her expression flickered violently as she looked toward the destruction around her. Even to now, Dyon had yet to raise so much as a single finger.  

But… She soon regretted thinking this thought. Because in the next instant, Dyon disappeared from Chenglei’s head, appearing before her to throw out a strike that seemed intent on destroying the world.