Reaper of the Martial World

Book 7: Chapter 105: Veins (5)

~Weeks ago…

Hela’s voluptuous body caught the attention of many with Celestial Deer Corner. Whether it be her towering breasts or her ridiculous scant body armor, each was more enticing than the last. Her long blond hair glistened in the wind even as her blue eyes shone. Although no one knew where she was headed, her footsteps were steady and determined.

The truth was that Hela was very much aware that this was dangerous. However, her communication with her family was far too slow. Although others had began using the so-called “forums” as modes of long-distance communication, hiring messengers across quadrants, the Celestial Deer Quadrant hadn’t allowed the Sapientia to set up any towers, so therefore such a method was impossible for her.

A few days ago, she had noticed the Presence of First Saint Son. Thankfully, she had yet to become confident enough to challenge her way up to the celestial floors, or else she would have missed this opportunity!

‘You bastard Uidah, to think that you were really the ones hiding such a treasure. You even sent your First Saint Son as a decoy?!’

Hela had wanted to send a message back to her family immediately, but she decided to check first. Something seemed off to her. This kind of grand display… It was impossible for the Uidah to bring out. If they could, they would have long since obliterated her Ragnor Clan and the Pakal Clan, unifying the entire quadrant.

So, Hela made a decision. If the teleportation pad worked for her, then the enemy was likely not the Uidah and was more likely the Pakals. If it didn’t work, then she’d be certain that it was the Uidah!

In the darkness of night, Hela left her expensive hotel, slinking through the streets. She had heard that the celestial deer corner had powerful, evolved serpent vines protecting their territory even with True God Sacharro not being here. These serpent vines had already punished some hot-headed characters seeking to rile True God Sacharro into making an appearance.

When the Corner opened, rumors had it that True God Falkor had come to challenge Dyon and had even destroyed a few buildings when Dyon hadn’t appeared. Finally, he left when it seemed that Dyon wouldn’t appear, calling him a coward.

Although Dyon didn’t know who this True God Falkor was, he was the same young man who meditated beneath the waterfall and was among the first to find out about Dyon breaking the first trial record. [Author’s Note: Falkor was introduced in the chapter right after the first trial ended. I haven’t spoken about him since].

True God Falkor was actually a member of the Hydra Clan, a family of blue scaled transcendent king beasts!

After True God Falkor left, the buildings were reconstructed, but many of his followers tried to make trouble. In the end, the serpent vines made an appearance. Some of them even boasted the power of a celestial and could easily deflect the comings of those hooligans. They were thus banned from the Corner.

Because of this ban, if they wanted to come to celestial deer corner, they would have to cross millions of miles on foot or by flight because the teleportation arrays would bar them from celestial deer corner.

Interestingly enough, True God Falkor didn’t receive this ban. Instead, he received a very simple message from the Demon Generals: Wash your neck.

Hela shivered as she thought about the story, starting to hesitate toward her own actions. Was this really someone she should provoke? She knew for a fact that it wasn’t her clan on the other side, so was it really smart of her to take this risk?

In the end, Hela grit her teeth. She was no coward. Years ago, she got word that her fiancé had died. To top it all off, her father-in-law didn’t even dare to retaliate. They were no more than puppets! She was unwilling for the Ragnor Clan to remain so weak! Even if it meant risking her life, she’d do it.

Using her high darkness affinity, Hela disappeared from sight, shooting toward the teleportation array. However, her face fell when she realized that she really was disappearing. She had no choice but to brace herself for combat.

When Hela reappeared, she found herself in a steely room and immediately noticed a bare-chested young man with large prayer beads hanging from his chest across from her. Without a second thought, her spear appeared in her hand as she shot forward.

However, with every passing step, she felt her power draining from her. In the next instant, her cultivation was locked entirely…

Her spear fell to the floor as sweat matted her voluptuous body. Her weakness was so severe that she crumpled to the ground, unable to stop her most delicate regions from falling out from her already scant armor.

Seeing this, the young man chuckled bitterly. “Fancy seeing you here, Hela… It seems we’ll be prisoners together…”

Hela struggled to sit up, gritting her teeth.

“It’s better if you resist less. The more energy you try to use, the weaker you’ll become. If you run out of energy, even a celestial would starve to death. Be calm.” First Saint Son chuckled. “It’s good that you’re here, at least I’ll have a beauty to look at. My days will be less boring this way.”

“You…” Hela coughed, already feeling short of breath. “This wasn’t your doing?”

“Of course not.” First Saint Son snorted. “Whoever the hidden power without our quadrant is, it seems like he still has some things he wants to remain hidden… We were naïve to come here.”

Hela finally managed to sit up, leaning against the opposite wall before shifting her displaced armor and covering her perky pink nipples once more. historical

“I guess we were…” She muttered.