Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 9: 41: Pjisel (2)

Book 9: Chapter 41: Pjisel (2)

In truth, Dyon’s purpose wasn’t to just train these men, he wanted them to understand his strength. He wanted them to feel that he was infallible, that he could do anything. He wanted them to revere him.

As he pounded the Demon Corps into the ground one after another, this lesson was being ingrained into their very souls: “Their leader could defeat 500 000 of them without lifting a single finger.” This was what they were all thinking.

Soon, Dyon felt that their improvements were satisfactory. Maybe for mortals, just two months of training wouldn’t be enough. But, cultivators innately had greater mental capacities than mortals did. This was especially so for beasts talented enough to take on human forms.

Of course, the vast majority of these armies were saint beasts. Considering they were only of the earth and heaven grade, they couldn’t take human forms, which was actually part of the problem Dyon faced in training them. But, it was eventually a hurdle he overcame.

When the end of the two months came, Dyon no longer hesitated. He turned his ire toward the Five Core Universes.

While others might start with the weakest of the five, Dyon had no such intention. The first he would conquer would be Golden Crown Raven territory.

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At this moment, a young hook-nosed man was sprinting as though he had his life on the line. His speed was far beyond that of a mortal, covering several hundred meters in just a few blinks of an eye, but even then, he didn’t seem happy with his progress.

He slipped and stumbled, crash falling across a dirt road along a barely cleared section of forest. Even still, he hardly noticed what happened, rolling and pushing himself up, only to launch himself into the air and morph from the form of a man, to a dark feathered bird.

A sharp cry sounded through air, alerting the scouts up ahead in an instant. The young man was in such a rush that he didn’t have time to think of the consequences of his actions. Entering his beast form and even flying above the quickly approaching city were all forbidden within this district. It was a way of separating the upper echelon of society from the lower as the humanoid form was seen as a status symbol.

But the young man couldn’t care for such things now.

Numerous attacks suddenly pierced his wings, but his calls continued as he crash landed before a well built city.

In most cultivation lands, building walls was useless unless they acted as an anchor for a formation. Likewise, this city had walls, but its gates were perpetually open. Who would dare to attack the core city of the mighty Golden Crown Raven Clan?

“Attack! Attack!” The young man crumpled into his human form, bloody streaks filling his body.

The call of a celestial was truly booming. If a celestial focused their entire being into a shout, their voice wouldn’t dissipate for several thousand miles. Like this, the young man’s voice blanketed the city despite his terrible wounds inflicted by his own people.

City guards charged forward to subdue the young man, only for them to be shocked by his identity.

This youth… He was the Patriarch’s illegitimate child and a talent that outshone even the late Balor who Dyon killed. However, due to his status, he was shunned and sent away to the lesser planets of their core universe. If they remembered correctly, wasn’t he supposed to be ruling a small plot of the southern galaxy cluster? What was he doing in the northern cluster?

“The southern cluster is quickly falling! Enemy attack!”

No matter how much those of Raven City might have wanted to ignore the clamor, it was simply impossible. The young man fused every last bit of his strength into his voice.

“What is going on here?!” A booming voice came from the distance. It didn’t take much for the nobles of their society to realize that this was the voice of Patriarch Raven.

Over the last few months, Patriarch Raven have been in a foul mood. First Universe Thirteen was conquered, then their Faith began to drop by large margins for several days until they could only feel the Faith of their five remaining universes.

To make matters worse, they didn’t dare to tell the Ragnors about their plight for fear those shameless bastards would take advantage of this opportunity to attack them as well. If the Ragnors found out they had lost so much Faith, they would likely throw them away as an ally immediately.

But now, here was the shame of his existence, his own bastard son, screaming and yelling in Raven City of all places. How could his already foul mood not grow worse?

“Patriarch.” The young man grit his teeth, having long since stopped calling this man father. “A strong enemy is sweeping through the southern cluster. To make matters worse, it seems much of their army is made up of beasts of our Five Beast Clan Alliance. I believe we’ve been betrayed by the other four Clans!”

Hearing these words, the Patriarch calmed his anger. No matter how foolish this bastard son of his, he wouldn’t lie about something like this, right?

He stared into the bloodied young man’s eyes, as though trying to confirm something.

In the end, he grit his own teeth. “Bring the healer here, don’t allow the messenger to die!”

Maybe this would be one of the few acts of kindness he would ever receive from his so-called father.

“Begin preparations for battle!”