Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 9: 60: First Gate (3)

Book 9: Chapter 60: First Gate (3)

“Little Alidor, you’re no fun, why didn’t you let us come out and play earlier.” The beauty to Alidor’s left breathed into his ear.

Alidor felt a headache coming along. If it wasn’t for his strong soul as an Innate Aurora wielder, he would have fallen for the tricks of these pair of sisters long ago. The legends about the Dream Panthers and the succubus weren’t for nothing.

“Look at him, so handsome.” The beauty to Alidor’s right stroked his chest with a wondering hand.

‘Is this sexual harassment at the workplace?’ Alidor looked up into the skies, lamenting his misfortune.

He himself was quite the genius. However, because he focused on taking the Ethereal Permeation trials on the ground floor of the Epistemic Tower, his cultivation progress wasn’t as fast as it could be. Currently, he was only a Lower Celestial.

Because he was so weak, he couldn’t possibly be a match for two Pseudo-Dao Dream Panthers. In fact, even if he was at that level himself, it would still be doubtful as to whether he could win. The Dream Panthers’ title as Supreme Beast was not empty.

“Don’t be so frigid with us, wouldn’t you like to take both us sisters to bed at the same time.”

Alidor felt a shiver down his spine. It wasn’t cold, as one might expect. But it was rather warm. It took him too long to realize that this was because the right beauty’s hand had traveled far too low.

Alidor cleared his throat, pushing the two sisters away. He had an obligation as the last male heir of the Guatama Clan to reignite their bloodline. He couldn’t possibly take Dream Panthers for wives considering their low birth rate, not to mention the fact it was impossible for them to mate with anyone other than a Dream Panther.

“Dariyah. Deema. They’re almost here already, can you two focus please.”

During the antics of the two beauties, Bjorn had already covered a distance of several kilometers, narrowing the gap to just tens of meters in an instant.

A long silver spear, ranging just about three meters with a thickness of almost four inches was grasped in his hands. Just looking at it made one feel heavy footed, who knew how Bjorn had entered the range of 10 000x gravity with it held so confidently in his hand.

To his back, he was followed by 3 dozen warriors, each of whom also wielded a spear. Alidor wasn’t surprised by this, the spear was used by the overwhelming majority of the Ragnors, very few would choose another weapon, and even then, it would most likely be a polearm as well.

’37 Pseudo Dao warriors.’ Alidor sent a glance toward the sisters.

In this army, they were the only experts of such caliber. The other Pseudo Dao warriors of the Five Beast Clans were allocated elsewhere.

Why? Because Dyon said just two of them would be enough.

If the Ragnors heard this, they would laugh so hard they might even rip the muscles that held their core together. The only reason the Ragnors only sent 37 Pseudo Dao experts was precisely because they also believed their warriors were of higher quality, especially when compared to the Five Beast Clans or the Uidah. This was even before one even began to consider their Berserk states and Valkyrie techniques.

But here they were, being looked down upon by two frail looking women, more interested in flirting with a boy Bjorn saw as a dandy than facing the coming enemy.

Bjorn scorned them in his heart. ‘You two will warm my bed tonight!’

Deema pouted. “How hateful, ruining our time with hubby.”

The next moments could only be described as… poetic justice. The Karls below who had begun jeering at the Thralls who would receive punishment for their actions today stood frozen in shock.

The two sisters flashed forward, their figures weaving together like a beautiful, choreographed dance.

Their gowns fluttered. When the wind caught their figures just right, the fabrics would press flush against their bodies, revealing a nosebleed worthy sight.

They two ladies weren’t shy of this either. They seemed to flaunt themselves willingly, sending flirtatious winks back toward Alidor as though to say: ‘See how many people want us? Let’s see if you keep playing coy.’

The two used nothing but the sharp, glistening claws that seemed to magically extend from the tips of their lovely fingers. They didn’t think these Ragnor warriors were worth them bringing out their true strength, nor were they.

These warriors here were of the mere second grade. Though to the Five Beast Clans, only their Clan Patriarchs and Grand Elders would reach such a standard, to the Dream Panthers, this was a joke. The worst part was that many of the Ragnor Warriors weren’t even of the Peak Second Grade, but were rather of the Lower Second Grade.

Compared to geniuses like the Dream Panthers, each of whom was at worst of the Fourth Order when entering the Pseudo Dao Realm and was at worst of the Eighth Order when entering the Celestial Realm…

They stood no chance.

Bjorn’s expression twisted. His skin reddened as bellows of steam emitted from his skin, entering his Once Berserk state.

Unfortunately, a mere doubling of strength fell flat on its face. Maybe if they could rely on the suppression of the Ragnor Universes, they would have stood a chance. But alas… There was no such thing within the Gates.

Or… Maybe it would have made a bigger difference had they not been suppressed by 10 000x gravity. But, even more unfortunately, they were led by a pigheaded ‘Commander’.

Dariyah’s claw ripped a chunk of flesh out from Bjorn’s neck, watching emotionlessly as his life slipped from him.

The first Ragnor Gate had been conquered.