Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 9: 82: Chirps (2)

Book 9: Chapter 82: Chirps (2)

39 dao experts, 37 of which were legendary dragons, surged toward Dyon. But, what they couldn’t have expected was that Dyon would suddenly disappear before them. All of their attempts to lock space were completely useless.

Dyon appeared amid the title spirits, a light smile on his face. “Let’s get you all out of here.”

“Do you think you can just do as you please?!” Emperor Pakal roared, swinging his twin battle axes toward Dyon. He charged through waves of Ragnors, but this time, none of them tried to stop him.

He was a man of great stature, one of the few to earn the title of Asura in the long history of the Pakals. In fact, he was a Peak Dao Expert. It was just unfortunate that despite being a Peak Dao expert, he was of the mere Second Order. Before Dyon, who was of the Eighteenth… He wasn’t worth much. The difference between dao cultivation stages was large… But the difference between Orders was even larger!

“It isn’t your turn to make so much noise.”

Dyon’s Presence bloomed, crashing down from the skies and into Emperor Pakal’s massive body. In that instead, a lofty figure who had stood for countless years, crashed into the ground as seemingly a result of nothing.

By all rights, Dyon’s body should have been too weak to directly effect Emperor Pakal. Yet, the results spoke for themselves. Whatever evolution his Presence had undergone… It was unprecedented.

Why had Dyon chose this battleground instead of using King Universe where he held the advantage of suppression? It was precisely because Faith couldn’t be accessed within the Gates. Without his Faith, Emperor Pakal stood not a single chance!

Tapping into his connection with Little Yin once more, Dyon sealed the space around Emperor Pakal, piercing his shoulders and legs with pillars of silver black spatial qi.

With another fleeting thought, his senses turned toward the other half of the battlefield, facing a cold-faced Lord Odin. Unfortunately for him, though it was commendable to remain so calm in the face of Dyon’s power, his fate was no different.

In an instant, an oppressive battlefield that should have swung heavily in the opposing side’s favor, had suddenly swung back. The devastation caused by not one, but two Emperors falling victim to Dyon’s power despite the layers of protection they had around them was almost too shocking.

The title spirits sighed a breath of relief. They thought that they might have to battle their way out, but it felt good knowing that their leader thought of their safety first.

“Don’t mind us.” Legolas laughed, shattering his disguise to reveal a valiant seven-foot-tall slender man with whipping light green hair. “If those two are handled, we’ll slaughter our way out.”

A magnificent bow appeared in his hand. It felt as though that one simple action had completely changed his aura. He really despised the spear he had had to pretend to wield.

One after another, the title spirits began to show their true ability. They would feel too embarrassed if even after Dyon gave them a second chance at life they had to rely on him for a third and fourth chance as well. In the end, they had their own pride as geniuses of their era, but power of Titles would soon be displayed in full force!

Dyon surveyed the battlefield quickly, knowing he didn’t have much time.

He had handled the plummeting morale of his Mortal Alliance Army in the most effective way, but the situation was still not good.

Among Chenglei’s army of skeletons, even the weakest was a peak celestial. And among them, several thousand were dao experts. There were even a few dozen peak dao experts.

As Dyon’s army stood now, it was impossible to face so many experts at once, and this was before he even began to count what remained of the Pakal and Ragnor army.

Anyone else would have likely panicked, but Dyon saw something wrong with this situation immediately. No matter how powerful Chenglei had suddenly become, it was impossible for him to control so many corpse puppets at once. This was especially so after one remembered that beasts had innately weak souls except for very few exceptions like the Celestial Deer and the Dream Panthers.

Even if his Death God Body eliminated this weakness for Chenglei, Dyon didn’t think that even he could control so many corpse puppets at once. That left only one explanation: he wasn’t directly controlling them all!

If this was true, that meant the actual fighting strength of this skeleton army was far lower than it appeared to be for the same reason Dyon’s Sentries displayed less power when he let them fight with their own power.

‘Good.’

Looking through the title spirits, Dyon quickly spoke. “Legolas, you join Glorianice and protect the north. You two, the south. You two, the east, and you two the west.

“You remaining four, fortify the northwest, northeast, southwest, and southeast. We must maintain our advantage and sandwich them in. Don’t allow them to leave this plain.”

“But…” The title spirits looked into the sky toward the 39 dao experts charging toward Dyon’s location.

Dyon grinned. “I haven’t gone all out in a long time.”

Dyon’s laughter pierced through the battlefield. His will was so strong that several weaker skeletons collapsed under the pressure. Without the protection of Chenglei holding them together, they simply didn’t have any will to their own. How could they defend against Dyon?

The title spirits could sense it. No, everyone could sense it. Dyon was excited. Even in this godforsaken, he was excited.

With a flick of his hand, perfectly controlled spatial qi sent the title spirits to their side of the battlefield just as he shot into the air. It was as though the God of War had appeared on the battlefield.