Reaper of the Martial World

Book 11: Chapter 104: Nothing (1)

The southern region battlefield was chaotic. Seemingly to avoid revealing all of their cards, Dyon’s wives had decided against using the World Serpents. Back when they were used to eradicate the Deity Clan, their use obviously wasn’t divulged since anyone who could have this information was either killed, or shipped off to the mortal plane by Dyon.

Instead, this battle was much less systematic. This wasn’t due to Dyon’s people being unorganized without him, but rather because the tactics of the enemy simply wasn’t conducive to such a result.

The warriors of the Failed Clans were wild and unhinged. They charged into organized formations as though to take a page from suicide bombers. With neglect for even their own lives, their first and foremost goal seemed to disrupt and stoke chaos.

Dyon stood above the battlefield with a cold expression. With his Immortal Sense no longer suppressed, he grasped all of the important aspects of the battlefield in a near instant. It was just that he now had a choice to make. Should he stay here? Or should he head to help the Dwarves?

He wasn’t entirely certain how the Dwarves would react to his true identity. In addition, he wasn’t sure how he felt maintaining an alliance with them now that he knew the reality behind the World Tree and its existence.

For now, the Dwarves were disconnected from the World Tree. But, once they re-entered the mortal plane, would the reality continue to be like this? Even if no one in this generation dared to re-establish this connection, who was to say that they wouldn’t do so after Dyon transcended? It would be impossible for Dyon to monitor their actions from an entirely new plane.

Of course, Dyon had no idea that the World Tree no longer dared to be involved in these matters. How could he know something so ridiculous?

Throwing these things to the back of his mind, Dyon focused on exactly who the enemies he was facing was. Who could force his people into a battle for over two months? He didn’t believe a normal force was capable of such a thing.

‘Griffon Clan, Phoenix Clan, Orc Clan…’

Dyon had expected this. These three Clans were none other than the true Overlord Clans of the southern region. Still, he couldn’t help but be silently impressed. Even though these Clans were obviously not attacking in full force, he was still curious about how a mere Kaori goaded them into attacking.

Between these three Clans, Dyon knew that there were six three facet Overlords. If they had been attacking in full force, this situation wouldn’t be as ‘good’ as it was currently. His Mortal Empire currently only had four experts capable of holding their own. Himself, his daughter, Madeleine and Ri. However, both he and Alauna had been gone, so one could imagine the potential devastation that could have occurred here.

Of course, Dyon could have added his father-in-law, Sargeras, to this count. But he was currently holding down the fort on the mortal plane. And, Dyon didn’t include the recently acquired underwater city Overlords to this count either. Obviously, they were the true reason he wasn’t worried about his absence.

‘The strongest person here is a two facet Overlord… Madeleine is handling that Phoenix easily. But she doesn’t seem to be in a hurry to defeat him.’

Dyon rode upon the back of a gorgeous Ice Phoenix. It was none other than the Overlord beast Dyon had caught for her a few years prior. By now, the poor man was completely docile, syncing with Madeleine’s commands.

At the very least, this ending was better than having its chest cavity perpetually open for the sake of being a blood farm.

Madeleine’s opponent was a proud griffon with glistening bronze fur and sharp, protruding front claws.

Amphorae was currently fighting an Overlord as well. However, unlike Madeleine, she had to rely on her Treasure of the 33 Heavens – the Golden Dragon Lyre – in order to reach such battle prowess. Still, with it by her side, she was a force to be reckoned with.

Of course, the Failed Clans went mad when they realized their opponent had such a treasure on her. They fiendishly attacked in hopes of snatching it for themselves. Or rather… That was what it seemed like.

‘They know Amphorae has such a weapon, yet a three facet Overlord still hasn’t appeared. It seems they’re very much worried about me, huh…’

Dyon sneered, a mighty scythe appearing in his hand. Its body was almost completely obscured by the fog it, itself emitted. Its sinister, curving blade curled menacing for almost two meters while its long, slender polearm was over three meters long.

Dyon’s body began to flicker with a transparent white, his soul burning.

“Ri, you go to the dwarf battlefield. I’ll be there in a bit…”

Ri’s delicate brows arched. She could feel Dyon’s soul resonating with something. No, was it resonating? It was as though it was reverberating with a commanding tone, barking out orders that were only to be followed and not questioned.

The skies trembled. It felt for a moment that the Ancient Battlefield really might collapse.

It was only now that the warriors below suddenly realized that someone had quietly appeared above their heads without them even knowing. Just how could something like this happen?

“EMPEROR!”

The roar of the Mortal Empire warriors shook the battlefield. Their morale skyrocketed, an unknown strength filling their limbs.

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