Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 7: 16: Stella (4)

Book 7: Chapter 16: Stella (4)

Dyon stood in the air with his normal relaxed expression. His bare feet dangled freely while his hands sat relaxed within the pockets of his sweatpants. Compared to the nervous energy of the army to the back of him, it looked more like he was taking a stroll at the park.

Since the horns blared, Dyon had already told them more than once to relax, to allow him to deal with everything, but they were still wound up as tight as could be.

That said, the armies were separated cleanly and actually showed some semblance of tactics. The elves had divided their sub-armies into their various family structures, providing support of the elements. The Sicarius royal guards took the vanguard, led by Head Sicarius and Arios’ elder brother. All while the other families were reasonably dispersed among them.

After Dyon learned that his fanboy, Airic Sapientia, had written more than a dozen books breaking down his battle formations and tactics, he understood the reason for this change.

He couldn’t help but chuckle to himself. Airic Sapientia was a young man he met during his very first campaign. He fell in love with Dyon’s warfare and was convinced that this was the only way war should be fought. So, despite the Sapientia taking a neutral approach to all wars like this, he had been quite helpful to the effort in other ways.

Thinking to this point, Dyon couldn’t help but wonder where the Sapientia were now. He hadn’t seen or sensed any of them, which was odd considering the range of his divine sense.

‘They probably moved to another planet to avoid the conflict.’

As Dyon was lost in thought, the beating of drums filled the atmosphere as the Mino camp arose with an intense momentum.

They stood on the other side of the natural moat with fierce expressions, exuding an aura of bloody, murderous intent.

Their appearances were quite sinister as well. Their frames were large, dwarfing Sarid in size. Many of them had large, black bull horns protruding from their large foreheads ranging in color from dense blacks to bright reds.

Judging by their armor, the Shruti family did more than just help them a little bit. They were even a step above the armors Clara created for the Demon Generals, glistening with silver sheens under the dim and clouded morning lights.

One man stood before the army of what looked like minotaurs holding a massive black halberd still flaking in blood from his last battle. It was obvious by the respect the warriors behind him showed that he was Head Mino, the clan leader of the Mino.

He towered over the rest of them and, quite frankly, Dyon was surprised by his demeanor. He would expect anyone else who saw a random boy standing in the skies without a single hint of armor or weapon to be confused. Yet, Head Mino pretended like Dyon wasn’t even there, as though he was just yet another enemy he would cut down with his halberd.

The Mino made no move to advance, instead, the drums continued to beat as the Aumens came over the horizon.

In contrast to the bleak killing intent of the Mino, the approaching army was like a blazing sun of golden flames. Their three leaders, three men Dyon recognized very well, walked forward with an arrogant disdain for their opponents.

When Tau Aumen saw Dyon standing in the sky, his eyes flashed with anticipation. As for his little brother Ur Aumen, he was staring at someone very different: Sarid Jafari. Although he was more than ten years older than Sarid, he was frustrated and jealous by his talent. There was nothing more he wanted to do than defeat Sarid and take Stella from him. He apparently didn’t care about how many times Sarid roared that he and Stella were just friends.

As for King Aumen, his eyes sharpened when he saw Dyon. He still remembered that humiliating day when a simple roar from this young man had made him, an esteemed celestial, retreat tens of miles. Seeing Dyon stare at him with those same unafraid eyes, anger he had buried for decades raged to the forefront.

At that moment, a dash of purple light flashed across the side to appear in front of Dyon, causing him to raise an eyebrow.

“Stella Belmont, I presume?” Dyon said with a chuckle. “It’s best that you get behind me.”

Stella frowned, looking at Dyon. Although her heart skipped a beat when she saw how handsome he was, she immediately regained the composure of Princess.

“It’s the responsibility of the Belmont Family to protect this planet, if my father can’t do it and my two brothers have disappeared, it’s my job. How about you step back?”

Stella had never met Dyon before, but she didn’t like his arrogant and casual appearance. And why was everyone letting him stand at the forefront of the army? The Belmonts were still the Royal God Clan of this planet, not whatever clan this young man came from.

Even worse, she had a bad impression of Dyon because it seemed like he was powerful, but he had never taken part in any of the battles before. Why? Was he waiting for when they were at their lowest so he could take the power of the Belmonts right from under their noses?

Dyon had to admit that this little girl was quite amusing, but she seemed confident in her own ability.

She looked very much like a purple clad Valkyrie, even wielding an Amazonian spear as her weapon of choice. Her purple hair whipped in the wind while her one red and one blue eye twinkled with a majesty and aura only a princess could match.

Sarid would have shouted to Stella from below, but she had kept their conversation private using her essence energy so as not to affect the morale of the army. If there was infighting now, it would only be a detriment.

Dyon chuckled and didn’t say anything as Stella took the lead. He didn’t blame her, anyone who didn’t know him, he was a mere 12^th stage essence gatherer. But… To those who did know him, they knew his energy cultivation was his weakest strength…

“Clans of Earth, with me!” The young teenage girl roared, cutting through the beating drums of the Mino and the arrogance of the Aumens. Not an ounce of fear on her delicate features as flames of red and blue blazed around her.