Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 11: 42: Wait (3)

Book 11: Chapter 42: Wait (3)

The same thoughts Dyon had that day were the same thoughts their enemies had when they appeared on the battlefield.

They were nothing but big snakes, what was the point of being afraid of them?

It wasn’t until these battles begun the fear struck the core of their hearts.

**

“How can they be so powerful?” Madeleine couldn’t help but ask curiously.

When Dyon told her to rely on the Bronzed, Cobras and Emperor Dragons, she had of course trusted him, but she couldn’t help but want to know.

It had already been five years since they entered the battlefield and Dyon had spent this time stirring up trouble wherever he went. Those 12 Overlord Clans probably had no idea that he was simply diverting their attention in order to perfect his defenses in the Southern Region.

In his mind… Why risk entering the second phase at all? If he could end it all right now, who would dare threaten his Kingdom?

The characters that the Ancient Battlefield Clans had come to fear were none other than Dyon himself, his clones, his wives, and the various Higher Existences of his Empire.

No one on the mortal plane had any idea just how powerful the Mortal Empire had become. Since even they didn’t know, the 12 Overlord Clans were even more in the dark. Striking fear toward the core of their hearts in this way was a perfect battle tactic. They simply didn’t have the time to care about the middling affairs of the southern region’s outskirts.

“The Bronzed and Cobras are actually quite unique… They have the DNA of countless beasts hidden within them due to their odd inter breeding practices. In the past, this became a detriment. With so many strands of DNA competing for dominance, they ended up becoming mutated creatures that lacked intelligence and couldn’t make optimal use of their strength.

“What holy type qi did was light a path for them. It naturally had the ability to fix this inner war between genomes, allowing the most powerful in each aspect to shine through.

“The issue that remained was that now there was an entirely new species with no idea how to cultivate itself. If it wasn’t for my awakening my Immortal Sense, I would have never been able to carve out a path for them.”

“So that’s why they’re so strong. They’re essentially perfected chimeras…” Madeleine mumbled. “But these wyverns, they became snakes? Isn’t that a sort of reverse evolution?”

Dyon smiled bitterly. “I thought so too. The momentum of their breakthrough was so fierce, yet the results were so disappointing. But that was when the twins told me something that made me think…

“Just where did the legends of snakes becoming dragons come from?”

Madeleine violet eyes flashed.

“This isn’t a chicken and the egg situation…” Madeleine said slowly. “No one doubts that serpents are more ancient…”

Dyon nodded. “In that case, how was it that the Origin Species of Dragons so suddenly became so weak? It’s likely a case of converging and diverging evolution gone wrong…”

Converging evolution was the process by which two unrelated species independently evolved to become something similar… While diverging evolution was the exact vice verse.

In Dyon’s thoughts, the origin serpents diverged, becoming wyverns and dragons… While the wyverns under Dyon’s charge had successfully converged, returning to their origin. At the same time, some weaker species underwent convergent evolution to become the weak snakes they knew today…

As for how powerful they were? Dyon was uncertain. They still lacking in strength in comparison to Higher Existences. At most, they were as strong as Fallen.

But the real issue that made him raise his eyebrow was the fact that according to his Immortal Sense… Their bone age had reverted back to 0 the moment their evolution finished… Simply put… They were newborns!

Thinking to this point, Dyon could help but think back to all the legends his mortal world told of snakes and serpents, but there was one among them that stood out in particular… Especially when he saw that these ‘newborns’ were over a kilometer in length already…

The legend of the World Serpent… Jormungandr…  

**

Toward the center of the Ancient Battlefield, a core region no one dared to approach loomed in the distance. Mountains of black with sharp jagged edges surrounded its borders as though giving a warning toward those who dared to approach.

At this very moment, a young man fell from the top of one of these mountains. His body rolled like a rag doll, the sharp rock structures tearing his skin and shattering his bone as he continued to tumble.

With an audible thud that quaked the earth, he fell to the flat plains of endless tall grasses below, his life and death unknown.

Slowly, time began to pass, a few hours became a few days, a few days became a few weeks, then even months.

On one particular day, over a year after the young man fell, his eyes suddenly flashed open.

He seemed to stare blankly into space for a long while, his thoughts completely hidden behind his expressionless gaze.

But he soon began to laugh. He laughed so uproariously that the sound of crows flapping their wings to run away played as a chorus in the background.

“The Heavens are on my side… For me to survive, they have co-signed your death… Wait for me well…”