Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 39: War God Tribulation (5)

Dyon’s axe sliced the Giant completely in half. It was at that point that Dyon understood how to defeat this trial even as the Giant fused back into one.

‘My attack was still lacking.’ Dyon grunted as his arm once again erupted into a mist of blood, second torrents of crimson liquid flying from the creases within the Dragon Armor.

Before the trials even began, Dyon’s intuition told him that no weapon would have a chance of surviving against these avatars. At that point, the goal of the trial seemed clear. Since these pinnacle weapons were so perfect that no weapon could survive against them, then all Dyon had to do was raise his own weapon’s level to supersede theirs. As long as their weapon was shattered, this would all come to an end.

However, something like this was easier said than done. But, it was easier than what it could have been at the same time.

Due to the fact that this was a saint trial, Dyon only had to master control of his weapons to a saint level to win. This was the equivalent of the 4^th intent level, or, rather, a 4^th will level in this case. It was possible! He could do it!

While others might fall into despair thinking about how there were still eight more impossible mountains to climb, Dyon’s eyes shone with a fierce light.

What he didn’t know was that in a world filled with fog, a pale Ri sat cross-legged, bleeding from her seven orifices as she struggled to sustain Isla’s output of power.

Dyon’s mental energy drained completely every split second, only for Isla to step in once more with a saddened expression to refill it again.

To call this selfless state of Dyon’s the second stage was disingenuous. It was more accurate to say that this state was the equivalent of Dyon’s third stage selfless state except without the support of his life force to sustain it. This meant that what Ri was doing was the equivalent of what Dyon had done just months earlier…

At that moment, an ancient voice spoke into Ri’s mind as the large, dark gold tree at the center of the fairy-like kingdom vibrated gently.

“Are you sure you want to do this?”

Ri ignored the elves that sat around her, refusing to move as she continued to funnel her strength to Dyon.

“The Elvin Queen was just born, it would be a shame if you died just days later.” The World Tree spoke once more, seeing that Ri didn’t answer.

‘Elves have three times the life span of humans.’ Ri said stubbornly. ‘I can afford to give up one or even two life spans, leave me be!’

The World Tree fell into silence, hearing the irritation in Ri’s voice. Although Ri probably wouldn’t care, The World Tree had never been spoken to like this in its long existence. Even the previous Elvin Queens had never dared to do so… It seemed this new queen had quite the fiery personality.

It sighed. ‘If you had awakened me earlier, you might have been able to mobilize the power of this world by now… then you wouldn’t need to use your life span on something as petty as revitalizing mental energy. But you were stubborn then and you’re stubborn now. I’ll let it go for now, but only because Elvin Queens don’t have three times the life span of humans, it’s closer to thirty times…’ The World Tree’s sigh deepened. ‘I’ll do you this favor since he is your King…’

After mumbling to itself, The World Tree fell into silence.

Dyon was completely oblivious to all of this. Maybe if he spent just a moment thinking about it, something like this should have been obvious to him. But, he was so focused on surviving that the thought hadn’t even crossed his mind.

However, this was truly curious. The twins had said that even they couldn’t escape the detection of the heavens. Yet, Dyon was receiving help from Ri. Not only that, but the Kitsune geniuses were hidden in his inner world. That said, Dyon wasn’t thinking about any of this either… If he did, he’d have The World Tree to thank again…

As Dyon fell into a rhythm of gritting his teeth in pain and swinging his axe, he couldn’t hear the strained roars of the kitsune Head behind him.

Head Void was struggling even more severely than Dyon. Not only did he not have a selfless state, he wasn’t adept at using weapons. He could only run and defend, before getting blown away, only for it all to repeat once more.

The sound of Dyon’s words reverberated in his ears, but his pride refused to allow him to accept defeat. It wasn’t until he saw Dyon cut the Giant in half not once, not twice, but over ten times that he suddenly felt everything was crashing down around him.

He understood more about this trial than even Dyon did because he had stumbled upon an ancient text about it, so he knew how he was meant to pass. But, he simply couldn’t execute it.

The Giant Dyon faced grew dimmer and dimmer as Dyon’s axe wielding became more and more profound.

The angles of his wrist moved with an elegant flair. What started out as him maintaining less than 5% of the momentum of his swing when he switched hands became 10%, then 20%.

Almost in reverse, his clumsy movements became elegant, before slowly becoming so simple that he seemed like a complete beginning.

Dyon was slowly capturing the true nature of the axe… In his mind, the Giant before him was becoming no more than a log of wood…

… It was at that moment the Giants shattered and the Staff began to vibrate. historical