Reaper of the Martial World

Book 10: Chapter 59: Havoc (2)

Once more, Dyon felt several gazes boring into his soul. This Emperor Giants truly knew how to wear their emotions on their sleeve.

“Before we begin, I think I should pour a bit of cold water on your dreams.” Dyon suddenly said. “I’m sure as Giants, you’re aware of how your race came about, correct?”

Emperor Angelus frowned, but still answered in the end.

“Yes… Giants are humans at the end of the day. It’s just that we’ve integrated with high grade bloodlines, whether that be from other higher race humans or beasts. As a result, our bodies expanded in size to accommodate these bloodlines. If we remained out original size, we’d live miserable lives and die miserable deaths… Wait!”

Dyon nodded. “Once I cleanse your bloodlines, you will lose your overwhelming size. Even a fool will understand that you’ve perfectly integrated your bloodlines. At that point, it will no longer be a harbored secret.

“This means that if you want to accept my blessings now, you have one of two choices: Either disappear from the Federation entirely until the Ancient Battlefield descends, or be very selective of who gains my blessing until the time is right…

“Whoever accepts my blessing cannot, under any circumstances, reveal themselves to the public.

“You’re all very focused on the Titans as enemies, but the truth is that there are lurking hazards even within our Tower Quadrants. These individuals care about nothing but their own benefits. To them, this isn’t a war of Failed Clans versus us. It’s a war simply for survival. Even if they have to sellout one of their own, they will do it!”

Dyon’s gaze turned cold. All this time, he hadn’t forgotten about the Mist Clan for even a moment and he had been monitoring them all this time.

The fact that, even now, they hadn’t revealed their strength, even at the risk of losing their territory, meant that they were gearing up for the penultimate moment.

The Water Mist Sect performed terribly during the first mission. But this didn’t put Dyon at ease at all!

After thinking for a moment, Emperor Angelus made a decision.

“I believe that disappearing from the Federation will only bring us more problems. There’s already talks of using our alliance’s power to sweep through the quadrants that had been too weak to make it to the first parliament gathering. If we do this, they may very well turn their pitch forks toward us.”

Emperor Angelus took a deep breath. “Please begin with the pillars of our Clans. It will be easier to excuse their absence from the Federation. After the Sprite Alliance matters are concluded, we can then do the younger generation.”

Dyon nodded. “There’s only one more matter to speak about… Anak’s marriage with Chrysanthemum of the Water Mist Sect is a bit… problematic.”

“Please enlighten me, Higher Existence Sacharro.”

“The Water Mist Sect isn’t to be trusted. My Sacharro Clan’s intelligence unit has more than enough evidence to believe that they are pawns of a Failed Clan.

“Luckily, Chrysanthemum isn’t very important to the Water Mist Sect. If she had been a genius, it would be very possible that they had also set their sights on your Emperor Giant Clan, believing you to be useful to them in some way… but since she isn’t…

“However, this isn’t enough for me to feel at ease. Maybe it’s precisely because Chrysanthemum is lacking that they felt this would be the perfect cover. The Water Mist Sect may very well be targeting you all through Anak.”

BOOM!

The atmosphere within the Grand Hall immediately became tense. Revelations Dyon casually spoke of were no different from thunder in their ears.

Could it be that the Titans already set their sights on them? Without them even being aware?! historical

“Call Little Anak here.” Emperor Angelus immediately commanded.

It didn’t take long for a confused Anak to be looking around the Grand Hall in a bit of a daze. He didn’t understand why the pillars of his Clan had called him here, and he understood even less why a member of the Sacharro Clan he hated so much was being treated with such respect by his father.

Dyon didn’t say anything as he scanned Anak, sweeping through his body once, twice, and even thrice over.

Though he didn’t have much of a reaction, he was inwardly frowning.

‘Was I too sensitive…? Could it be the Mist Clan and the Titans are completely unrelated?’

“Son.” Emperor Angelus said firmly. “From this day forth, your marriage with Chrysanthemum is void.”

“Father!” Anak was astonished to the point of near silence.

Even if he wasn’t head over heels in love with Chrysanthemum, she had still followed by his side for a long time. In the end, she was his woman. How could he just throw her away like this?

His head spun. He couldn’t help but look toward Dyon, his hatred deepening.

Did the Sacharro Clan to pressure his father into humiliating their Clan like this?

He could imagine it now, all the laughing and jeering. The so-called Emperor Giants aren’t even able to keep the women that marry into their family, what a joke!

Suddenly, Dyon’s eyes glowed. “So that’s what it is! How sinister.”

Dyon’s sneer deepened.  

“Cancelling this marriage is unnecessary, Emperor Angelus. In fact, it’s best if we don’t alert the Mist Clan at all. They’re still… useful to me. Though I can already wipe them from the face of the Mortal Plane, this is not the best route to take…”