Reaper of the Martial World

Book 9: Chapter 46: Regret 1

The battle of Raven Universe took a slight shift, the morale of both sides seemingly flipping on its head. However, this oddly made everything the much more balanced test Dyon wanted.

With the morale of the Raven Clan army at an all time low, they took a step back in their fierce attacks, allowing Dyon’s cobbled together army to begin to fight back. In the end, although it was still lopsided in the favor of the Golden Crowned Ravens, it gave some special talents a chance to shine.

Dyon always had a keen belief in his Demon Generals. Though he had left them far behind in strength, he would never stop seeing them as the backbone of his warriors. They just needed some more time to grow, and Dyon was prepared to give them that.

It was rather the others that Dyon’s had questions about. A chance to gain experience like this in large scale warfare was rare, so Dyon didn’t rush to end it, even allowing the battle to persist from several days.

Dyon needed to know who was worthy of being bestowed the legacy of his people.

Ethically speaking, maybe it was wrong to think of using Luna’s abilities to pass on the talents of the mortals of Earth to those it didn’t belong to. But, Dyon didn’t have the luxury of placing morality first among his priorities.

Those individuals had long since been dead. In addition, the new births born to Dyon’s people were innately birthed with this talent, they didn’t need to be given another set. If Dyon allowed billions of those energy kernel talents to sit and stew while knowing full well he could make use of them, he would be betraying his own goals.

He had already decided that his Demon Generals were first in line. Though he had only given the Vice Commander Martial Saint pills, that was because of the scarcity. But, on top of the fact it could be argued that the talent of Dyon’s people was more valuable, he actually had billions of them to use!

This talent would become reward for service. Even though he was in great need of talents, Dyon had no intention of wantonly spreading the legacy of the mortals among any and everyone. As such, he kept a keen eye on those around him.

The Mino Clan. King Mino, now known as Patriarch Mino, fought valiantly. From beginning to end, regardless of whether it seemed like they would lose or not, he charged forward. Not just him, but the Minos in general were good seedlings. Dyon hadn’t expected much from them, but there was likely a reason the Minos birthed King Mino.

Though he hadn’t appeared due to the involvement of the Shruti Clan, if one thought back, King Mino was actually the objective strongest expert of Celestial Universe during the World Tournament. That was likely due to the support of the Shruti, but it was the truth nonetheless.

With seeing his daughter’s mother in mind, King Mino fought hard for Dyon, believing Dyon to be his key to bringing his family back together again.

The Belmont Clan. King Belmont, now known as Patriarch Belmont, was quite a talent himself. After all, being picked by Madeleine’s biological mother as a disciple, he had to have some good qualities about himself. This was especially true with the origins of Madeleine’s parents becoming more and more mysterious the more Dyon learned about the martial world.

Maybe because he was using the betrayal of his son as fuel, or maybe it was the years of being corrupted by curse magic, or maybe even a combination of both was pushing him forward, but he too fought hard.

These two Clans were without a doubt the most outstanding of the original Celestial Universe if Zabia’s and Amphorae’s Clans were ignored for a moment. They clearly rose above the rest, not only due to their leaders, but also their heirs.

Stella and Aoife. Even to this day, the two girls competed. They didn’t seem to understand the danger of the situation at all, constantly struggling to strive for more kills than the other. historical

The Jafari Clan. Dyon’s dao experts didn’t participate in this battle. He was saving them for the war against the Ragnors and Pakals. But, that didn’t mean that the Jafari Clan was suddenly devoid of talents.

Sarid, his own God Son, swung two massive double headed axes, reaping dozens of lives with every blow. His stature had grown to match that of his father though he still lacked the power. Despite his usually shy and honest disposition, on the battlefield, he was no different from an Asura, a Battle God the likes of which could hardly be matched.

Dyon smiled as he watched Stella and Aoife constantly send glances toward his valiant figure. To those who didn’t pay attention, it seemed that Stella and Aoife drove each other, when the truth was really that it was Sarid who drove them both. Neither wanted to fall behind him.

The Pakal Clan. There was obviously no need to speak of Amphorae, but it couldn’t be forgotten that the Pakals had another outstanding talent: Caedlum, wielder of the Asura Faith Seed. If Sarid seemed to be an Asura, Caedlum truly was one.

His red skin made it difficult to distinguish his own flesh from the blood of his enemies, thoughts of revenge against the Pakal Clan fueling him with each passing moment.