Reaper of the Martial World

Book 12: Chapter 77: Idiots (1)

Dyon silently observed the Alchemy God before him, a look of curiosity on his features. This was a man who stood at the top of the world and who was likely very much used to looking down on all things from above, and maybe rightfully so.

Dyon smirked. “That would be me, in the flesh.”

The elder’s gaze narrowed. No matter how he imagined this first interaction would go, he could have never predicted Dyon’s nonchalance.

“I’m sure you’re already aware what I’m here for. The coalition army represents the efforts of the whole of the Immortal Plane. As such, those of high enough standing are afforded certain protections. You’ve crossed a line.”

Weird expressions covered the faces of those around them – though, they did their best to quickly hide them. They didn’t have Dyon’s ability to remain calm and cool in such a situation, most of them didn’t dare even to breathe.

Still, there were multiple weird points in this interaction. For one, they had never heard of a person so powerful speaking so many words to someone so much weaker than them, let alone a mortal. And… historical

“… Is it common practice for an Immortal God to oversee the wellbeing of an ant like that?” Dyon asked with a hardly hidden smirk.

“Whether it is or not isn’t your concern any longer. The coalition army has issued a joint arrest warrant for you. The penalty for killing a Tier 3 General is 3 000 000 years of frontline duty for the Void Coalition Army. Come with me. I’ll be taking you to where you’ll be serving your time.”

“… Oh, interesting. Sorry, but I have no intention of wasting my time for such a reason. I’m sure you can find some more patriotic people to take my place.”

The atmosphere seemed to freeze over once more.

An imposing aura blossomed from the Immortal God. At this point, even Berolt fell heavily to his knees, a rain of cold sweat falling from his body in a torrent.

However, just when they expected Dyon to follow suit and collapse, his sneer only deepened.

“Wanting to pressure me with a mere projection? You’re overestimating yourself.”

A surge of golden flames blossomed from Dyon’s body. It coagulated into a torrential stream, shooting into the air like a heavenly pillar.

Golden wings bloomed from back, creating a sort of cognitive dissonance that was near impossible to resolve. How was it that he could look so imposing, so mighty… all while he wore the clothes of a beggar?

The golden pillar of flames pierced through the canopy of tree roots above before spreading outward as though to engulf the whole world.

In that instant, the roar of a dragon blasted down from above, shattering the Immortal God’s imposing momentum into the whimper of a child.

The nine leaf Alchemy God frowned deeply. Despite the fact his body wasn’t here, he could feel Dyon’s momentum… He knew that let alone a mortal, even an Immortal God shouldn’t have been able to have such imposing might…

What was that golden flame? And… was that the roar of a dragon he had just heard?

There was simply nothing he could do. If his true body was here, pushing back this might wouldn’t have been a problem. Unfortunately, unlike the mortal plane, there was no single array that existed on the Immortal Plane that allowed one to travel from one place to any other place without restriction. In fact, before the mortal plane lost much of its size due to the dark phoenixes, it too didn’t have such an array.

The Immortal God’s steely gaze met Dyon’s. If it was up to him, he would simply kill this boy where he stood now. However, he had been told that he couldn’t do such a thing. Even as a mere projection, it was still well within his power to do so. But the restrictions on him were far more than just surface deep.

“… issuing an official call to action. Venerable Dyon Sacharro has been served a Tier 5 arrest warrant. Wanted alive.”

Dyon all but burst into a fit of laughter. “This has to be some sort of circus act. I’ll be leaving now. Good luck catching me… I wonder how many immortals I’ll get to kill before they no longer dare to come?”

Dyon’s laughter was carried through the wind as he rose into the air, walking upon it into the distance as though it was flat ground. The true comedy of the order became almost immediately apparent. There was not a single person in this world who could fly without the help of a treasure, yet Dyon was doing so casually without a hint of effort. And… it seemed that no one dared to charge after him.

His laughter was almost grating on the ears, one could tell just how much he was enjoying himself. Maybe his only regret was that a Tier 5 arrest warrant wasn’t high enough. The thought of being chased by the whole of the immortal plane filled him with a childish joy that almost made the Immortal God regret issuing the order in the first place. He didn’t even realize until Dyon had almost disappeared over the horizon that the reason no one could chase after him was because no one but Dyon could move under the imposing might of an Immortal God in this world!

‘… He won’t live forever… and when he does die, it’ll be your turn soon after!’

In a huff, the Alchemy God disappeared, finally allowing those of the Dark Flame bubble world to breathe.