Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 9: 30: Fated (3)

Book 9: Chapter 30: Fated (3)

Dyon looked toward his battle changpao, it must have been decades since the last time he laid eyes on it.

It shimmered with a bright white leather finish, embroidered with silver and gold etchings that exuded a refined, untouchable aura.

The last time Dyon wore this, it was during his first campaign. It was a treasure of the Celestial Deer Sect he truly hadn’t been worthy of touching back then. In the end, he realized his own limits and put this treasure away, realizing that it would only hinder him if he used it too early.

But now, things were different. Dyon had long since earned the right to wear this transcendent grade battle robe.

At that moment, two slender hands glided across his broad back. Pulsing holy will cleansed Dyon’s body, ridding it of all lingering impurities.

Amphorae, who had collapsed from exhaustion, finally awoke on the third day, it seemed she was intent on doing what she believed was her wifely duty.

A light smile coated her loveable features as she washed Dyon’s body and began to slowly help him dress, seemingly oblivious to the temptation her naked body brought circling around him.  

Her breasts bounced with a healthy vigor as she stood to the tips of her toes, brushing Dyon’s hair and fixing the sturdy collar of his battle wear.

She thought of memories from the past, steadily completing her work. She remembered Dyon being aghast by the tight bindings around her breasts, even taking advantage of her and the excuse of creating proper undergarments to cup her soft mounds in his hands.

She felt a warm content she hadn’t felt before… Trusting in her past self and believing in Dyon in this life… It was a truly wise decision.

Dyon likewise helped Amphorae. Maybe it wasn’t exactly traditional, but when was he ever a traditional type of person? Plus, watching Amphorae’s tight red leather armor slowly cover her gorgeous figure had an oddly therapeutic effect on Dyon’s mind. This sort of beautiful sight, it was his own to witness and enjoy, no one else could.

The Pakal Blood Armor thrummed with an irrepressible killing intent. It alternated in patches of soft cloth, tight waist, arm and thigh belts, and a hard red metal finish. Amphorae almost looked like more of an assassin than an angel.

After seeing the reddened state of Amphorae’s wings in true form, Dyon understood that this wife of his had lived a life bathed in blood. He wouldn’t repress her desire. Instead, he would lead her down a path of slaughter hand in hand.

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The Soul Palace Grand Hall was filled with the adorable giggling. The heart-warming scene of a small toddlers playing with a tiger, ape, deer, and turtle was the source of the sound.

Little Alauna happily hung from Shere’s neck, swinging left and right. If others could see the sight of a celestial tiger of the slaughter path playing with a small child, they’d without a doubt be shocked.

The adults of the room watched on with laxed, smiling expressions. Little Alauna, Mia, Bella, Aiden and Junior were the warm stars of Planet Soul, maybe only they could make the atmosphere so light.

It was this calm that Dyon and Amphorae entered.

For those who were so used to seeing Dyon in a white t shirt and sweatpants, a style he didn’t change even after he became a father, the change was too abrupt and stunning.

He stood at almost 6’9, towering above the average man. His features were sharp, and his eyes piercing.

The imposing aura of his battle changpao was unmistakable. It was nothing like the past where it looked no different from any other piece of beautifully crafted clothing. Now… It truly wafted with the presence of the Celestial Deer Sect’s Patriarch.

Dyon smiled toward his wives.

Ri stood with a gown of a fluttering blue, her silver-blue hair almost disappearing into its fold along the small of her back. Her ten beautiful tails gently rested on the marbled floors, but it seemed as though not a speck of dust could touch her.

Clara’s piercing red eyes seemed to radiate the air with a hidden heat. Her silver weapon’s smith robes lightly clung to her curves, shimmering with multi-colored moons that could represent only a single thing. The confidence she exuded was unlike anything before, and the gentle glow of her caramel skin filled Dyon with warmth.

And finally, there was the recently awoken Madeleine. Her violet eyes glowed with a gentle loving expression as her gaze met Dyon’s. The white gown, embroidered with gold and silver that had once been his master’s dawned her gorgeous curves, complementing her cascading violet hair.

“Daddy!”

Alauna dropped down from Shere’s neck, rushing toward Dyon, only to be followed by the toddlers and the beast babies.

Dyon swept his little girl into his arms. “What do you think?”

“Daddy looks super cool!”

Dyon grinned as a hearty laughter filled Soul Palace’s Grand Hall.

Mia and Bella climbed up to Dyon’s shoulders, the mischievous twins grasping for his affection as well. Dyon, of course, had no choice but to oblige.

Dyon looked around the room, he felt a particular happiness seeing Delia and Eli side by side, as they should be.

Everyone here were among his most trusted aids, with their help, he believed he could accomplish anything.

“Let’s go.” Dyon nodded.

Like this, the foundation of the Mortal Empire followed Dyon out and into a large square, filled with millions of warriors prepared to fight for their own glory.

To the front, 3000 individuals stood as straight as javelins, black armor coating their bodies from head to toe as a sinister demonic aura wafted out from them.

The sudden deafening sound of cheering threatened to drown everything out. And finally, the fated war drums began to beat.