Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 7: 11: Fallen (3)

Book 7: Chapter 11: Fallen (3)

In a separate world, as Ri’s Mind’s Eye exploded forth, excitement was brewing to new heights.

To describe the world as lush was a severe understatement. Trees grew so old that even a hundred giants couldn’t wrap their arms around them. Rivers streamed so clear that even the fish born within them exuded a holy light. The earth itself was so dark and rich that seeds bud mere seconds after being planted.

Spirits of all kind rushed toward its center, eyeing a castle of crystals that had been formant for millions of years.

Unicorns galloped and Pegasi flew. Fairies giggled and flowers bloomed. Multi-arms giants bounded forward hundreds of meters with a single step, even as dragon babies called out with their immature voices, trying to imitate the roar of their parents.

In the center of this massive castle, The Tree of Worlds began to shine once more. Its dead leaves burst forth with a fierce green, its darkened bark brightening to an almost unnatural gold.

The people of the world cheered. Their queen, their queen had finally awoken.

**

In yet another world, the lands of the Dark Elves stirred.

An older elf suffused with wrinkles sat slumped on a throne. It was at that moment that his eyelids opened to reveal murky red eyes.

A pressure of untold proportions spread throughout his castle, causing those of weaker will to slump over, unable to handle the Presence of Asura’s Eyes.

‘To think that our family paid such a heavy price for the benefit of others. The Elvin Queen has awoken to the Acacia family line… Traitors like us won’t survive her wrath…’

The elder once more closed his eyes. He had gambled and lost. The Tree of Worlds would never allow rebellion in the kingdom… Their Elvin bloodline that had once been their strength could only now become their curse…

They had only two paths left to them.

Repentance or…

Death.

**

Dyon, Ri and Madeleine were oblivious to these happenings. With how much Dyon missed his wives coupled with the undying lust burning within him, the queen’s subjects had no way of knowing how their goddess was being ravaged again and again.

Mia and Bella fell asleep and woke up to the feverish sounds for more than a week before they showed any signs of slowing down, and even then it was only because Madeleine had responsibilities as the youngest core disciple ever appointed by the Flaming Lily Sect.

The good news was that unlike when Dyon hurt Ri after coming out of his trials, he had the ability to heal and ensure his wives were in top shape this time around.

By the end of it all, Dyon couldn’t wipe the grin on his face. He sat cross-legged, still unwilling to let go of Ri and Madeleine, intent on keeping them in his arms for as long as time would allow. His worries had floated away like the clouds.

“Golden Flame Mystical World?” Dyon questioned.

“Mm.” Madeleine leaned on Dyon, her towering breasts pressed flush against his right side.

“What aren’t you tell me?” Dyon asked with a slightly sharp gaze.

Madeleine sighed before explaining what the sect Master had told her.

“Ha.” Dyon’s good mood was almost shattered by a territorial rage. They dared have thoughts on his woman? There was nothing he hated more than bastards who put him through “tests”.

He never forgave King Belmont for testing him, and he sure as hell wouldn’t forgive this Golden Crow Sect.

Dyon felt that those who wanted to test him always had some uppity sense of superiority. They arbitrarily decided their own set of rules and tried to apply them onto the lives of those they shouldn’t have had a right to dictate. Often times, those rules didn’t even make any sense.

King Belmont wanted Dyon to prove that he was better than his son. What kind of bullshit was that?

Not only did Madeleine love Dyon and not Lionel, Dyon had been in the martial world for less than two years at that time while Lionel was over 20 years old living in the best conditions Earth had to offer. Even if King Belmont eventually stepped off his high horse, that was only after Dyon proved himself repeatedly.

To this day, Dyon still felt the same way: who are you to test me? Are you my father? My mother? Then what gives you the right to pass judgement?

Now Dyon had come to learn that the Golden Crow Sect’s odd activities were just elaborate tests to see whether or not Madeleine was telling the truth about having a True God husband. They had a lot of fucking nerve.

Dyon shook his head. “So many people want to piss me off these days…” Taking a deep breath he smiled once more. He wouldn’t waste his time being angry during the rare occasion he got to see his wives. “Of course, I’ll come. I’m very interested in these Golden Flames.”

Madeleine nodded. “I hear that the entrance requirement is being between the 7^th intent stage and the half-step dao level of fire. Can you make it? There are three years left until it opens.”

Dyon grinned, extending his hand gripped to Madeleine’s waist to allow flames of black and white to dance along them. “I cheated a bit, but I think the ends justify the means in this case.”