Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 7: 363: Celestial Doors (2)

Book 7: Chapter 363: Celestial Doors (2)

Dyon didn’t seem to care for Aritzia’s response. For the first time in her life, Aritzia felt completely ignored. Could it really be that Dyon didn’t care for her or her emotions at all?

“Begin!” Dyon’s voice roared like thunder. “I’ve heard that quite a few individuals have been running their mouths. Let them know who the Demon Generals are.”

In that moment, the deadpan Demon Generals roared into the skies, Presences of untold magnitudes layering atop each other to quake Central City itself.

The 2000 Demon Generals behind Dyon surged forward, leaving only himself and the 11 Vice Commanders. Those around watched in shock as they headed toward the doors, not just because of their powerful display, but also because not a single one approached a door ranked below Emperor!

The crowd couldn’t believe what they were seeing. Weren’t Dukes supposed to be rare? And if Dukes were rare, what did that mean for Kings? And if it meant that for Kings, then what about Emperors?!

Dyon knew the reality of the matter well. A large majority of his Demon Generals had only completed King trials, with only the Vice Commanders having completed Emperor trials.

So, despite this, why was it that they all swarmed the Emperor grade door? It was simple. King wasn’t their limit!

One had to remember that much like Dyon, his Demon Generals took their trials with their cultivation sealed! However, unlike Dyon, they didn’t have the innate comprehension of array alchemy needed in order to perfectly clear the second trial, nor did they have the Demon Sage’s blood essence to rely upon to strengthen their bodies. Many of the Demon Generals weren’t body path cultivators, or, at the very least, it wasn’t their absolute focus. Yet, they were all forced to rely on nothing but their bodies to pass their trials!

One might think that Dyon was at a disadvantage during his trials, but the reality was that his Demon Generals were handicapped even more so!

An army of sentinels appeared before the Emperor Gate, charging toward Dyon’s army of Demon Generals with impunity.

There were two stages to the Celestial Doors. Only after passing both would one be allowed to leave the saint floor and cross into the celestial floors. Depending on the Door you chose and the level of perfection of your passing, you would receive certain advantages on the Celestial Floor.

The first stage was the aura stage. The higher grade the door, the stronger the Presence wafting from it, and as such, the stronger the suppression one would face in battle beneath its influence. However, the Demon Generals charged into range of the door so quickly some began to wonder if such a stage even existed. Wasn’t this too exaggerated?

Then there was the second stage, the fight against the guardians. Much like the first stage, it didn’t matter how many attacked at once because the Doors would respond appropriately. Since over 2000 Demon Generals attacked, over 2000 sentinels appeared!

What no one expected was for it to be an absolute rout. Although the aura and roars of the Demon Generals were unbridled and wild, their approach to war was beyond organized!

The battle didn’t even last five minutes. The Demon Generals shredded apart the sentinels as though they were made of wet paper. There was no suspense, no longer drawn warfare, it was just a simple destruction the likes of which those here had never seen before. Some even began to wonder if there was something wrong with the Celestial Doors. There had to be… Right?

The Demon Generals paused before the massive Celestial Emperor Doors before turning and bowing. There was no question who the bow was for.

Without another word, they disappeared through the Door, entering the celestial floor.

Dyon didn’t have much of a reaction to this. Instead, he waved his hand once more. This time, the 11 Vice Commanders all simultaneously headed for the Celestial God Door!

Those who were already on the edge of their seats felt that they would faint from shock. What did it mean for a single Clan to have almost 3000 Emperors? What did it mean for a single Clan to have 11 Gods? What did it mean for a Clan to have a talent on Dyon’s level?!

These numbers, especially concentrated into just one generation, blew even the top 3 Clans out of the water. Only if the Star Clan, the Sprites, and the Dragons combined their talents together could they match the Sacharro Clan! This was the reality they were all facing right now!

Many could only hope that they had overestimated themselves, that maybe the 11 Vice Commanders would fail. But, when they remembered the True God Giralda was only qualified to stand shoulder to shoulder with them, they swallowed whatever hopes they had, sinking into a deep depression as they watched the scene unfold before them.

Unlike the Emperor Door which tracked its score based on time taken, the God Door tracked its score based on number of moves. The threshold for a True God had always been to win with 15 moves, with the best winning within 10. Only lesser Gods would take 20 or more moves, with the worst of them taking days to complete the task.

However, it was once more a complete wash.

Gaylia: 7 moves. Graeya: 7 moves. Halaena: 7 moves. Kaeda: 9 moves. Maaleshiira: 3 moves. Aredhel: 7 moves. Jassine: 7 moves. Ithirae: 3 moves. Kuornos: 6 moves. Celeborn: 6 moves. Giralda: 3 moves!

Dyon glided forward to take his turn, he moved so easily that it was as though he couldn’t feel the King grade Presence raining down upon him.

In that moment, a golden armored sentinel appeared before him, it stood at over 20 meters tall, twice the height of everyone else’s. But, he didn’t flinch. In fact, his hands never left his pockets.

As though it was waiting for him, the God Doors inexplicably opened as Dyon silently walked by the sentinel, his 11 Vice Commanders following to his back.

Before the crowd could ask why the sentinel wasn’t attacking, it folded in on itself as though a black hole had formed in its gut, crumpling into a pile of scrap metal.

Just before Dyon disappeared into the door, he spoke once more. “It’s 40% now.”