Reaper of the Martial World

Chapter Book 9: 96: Prince (1)

Book 9: Chapter 96: Prince (1)

Connery almost couldn’t believe his eyes.

How long had it been since he last saw this young man? Forty? Fifty years maybe? Was that enough time for such a drastic change?

When he sensed Dyon’s cultivation, he trembled even fiercer. Pseudo Dao Realm from the meridian formation realm in less than half a century?

‘He most definitely entered the Epistemic Tower, could he have also completed his trials in that time? Impossible!’

Connery, with his intel, was well aware of the existence of Lionel and Eve, but their cultivation was explained by Chaos Universe. One could smell the scent of infernal qi wafting from them. But, Dyon had no such qi, which meant that his power couldn’t be explained by Chaos Universe.

This wasn’t even the most poignant point. How could he build such an army in such a short time? Even if he was willing to accept everything to this point, how had he made it Odin City?

No matter how he racked his brain, Connery could have never imagined that the meeting of the Ragnor and Pakal Clans had been orchestrated by Dyon himself, nor could he imagine that Dyon had set the seeds for this event almost half a century ago.

Looking up at Connery, even with the Celestial Quadrant so close to falling into his hands, Dyon couldn’t help but feel complex.

He obviously had no feelings of goodwill toward Connery. Since the moment they first met, they could only stand on opposite sides of the aisle.

Dyon still remembered when he first heard of the Sapientia. He was a boy, no older than thirteen years old. He still remembered the joking nature of Libro the Focus Academy librarian.

Still, even back then, Dyon had found it ridiculous. The concept that a single Clan controlled all of the martial world’s information… How had people not found this to be a problem? How had people not stopped them?

Libro, Madeleine’s foster uncle, was likely in this city as well considering Dyon sent them all away. Dyon wondered if he too remembered their first meeting as well as he did…

Washing the thought from his mind, Dyon’s gaze didn’t move from Connery. ‘I’d really like to see… If you dare to still remain neutral.’

“Those of Odin City. Not only has your Lord Odin been captured by me, this planet is all that remains of your Ragnor territory. So… I will give you all a choice. You can either willingly lay your weapons down and allow us to enter the city. Or, you can raise them high and face the consequences…”

The pitiful figure of the once lofty Lord Odin appeared kneeling before the city. It wasn’t just him, but the eleven Elder Fey – this time their true selves – and numerous Elder Champions were forced to kneel as well.

The impact of seeing their mightiest warriors captured like pigs couldn’t be understated. Whatever morale Odin City had, maybe hoping they could hold out until the meeting of the Pakals and Ragnors ended, crumbled…

Before Dyon played this card, they had many options before them. They could rely on their ancestral formation to protect them for at least a few weeks. Then, when they no longer had a choice, they could awaken their ancestors. Odin City obviously wasn’t left completely defenseless, so there were still Champions and Fey within the city with the right to call upon their slumbering Ancestors.

With the help of their Faith, these measures would be more than enough to stall for maybe even a few months. By then, the negotiations with the Pakals should be over and then these bastards would get what was coming to them.

But… How could any of them have guessed that their deepest hope would be shattered before they could even set their resolve?

“Of course, you could think of escaping… But I think many of you would soon realize that none of your teleportation formations will work as you hope. Plus… There’s really no point to teleporting to another place that also happens to be under my control, right?”

Connery felt as though he was being pushed to the cliff’s edge. If he knew that there were people in this very Odin City that Dyon would prefer to keep alive, his next actions would be obvious. But, to Connery, Dyon hated all Sapientia. How could he know that Dyon had thoughts of protecting Madeleine’s master and her foster family?

All that Connery knew was that Dyon wasn’t a friend of the Sapientia. His ‘neutrality’ might work against other army commanders, but would it work against Dyon?

He couldn’t fight in hopes of keeping the Sapientia Clan’s status, but he also couldn’t allow Dyon to win or else his ending wouldn’t be good either.

Would all the diligent planning of the Sapientia really fall like this?

‘No, even if it’s early and won’t be as easy as originally intended, I can still push it forward.’

His ring flashed as he quickly sent a message. ‘Attack now! Drown Celestial Quadrant in blood!’

He thought he had accomplished his goal. Even if the Celestial Quadrant burnt down now, it had nothing to do with him…

But his expression changed soon after. He had used this very ring many times before, but something was different this time…

Suddenly, Connery remembered Dyon’s words… ‘you would soon realize that none of your teleportation formation will work as you hope…’ What if… What if it wasn’t just teleportation arrays?

In the very next moment, Connery’s expression paled as a very familiar voice was projected outward. The whole of Odin City seemed to turn its gaze toward Connery.

“… Drown Celestial Quadrant in blood!”