Reaper of the Martial World

Book 10: Chapter 20: Child’s Play (2)

Damaris roared, her claw sweeping across and finally taking the life of the final Pseudo Dao beast king.

Her beautiful head shot into the skies, a domineering call threatening to shatter the entirety of the planet. This imposing demeanor was exactly why despite many being unsatisfied with her leadership, they didn’t dare to say much at all.

Ri floated in the skies beside Damaris’ massive head, shaking her own.

Damaris’ body looked quite beautiful now, but Ri could clearly see that the ruby colors she sometimes reflected weren’t the color of her scales, but rather that of her blood reflected onto her scales. historical

“I wouldn’t care so much if you were always like this, but that obviously isn’t the case.” Ri said lightly.

“Is he still last?” Damaris’ voice sounded a bit gruff in her draconic form, a far cry from her human form’s elegant grace, but somehow, it was still pleasing to the ear. Even as a dragon, she still carried the grace of a woman.

“Mhm.” Ri nodded, not needing to ask who she was referring to.

“That means I’m still not good enough.” Damaris said nonchalantly. “With his personality, he won’t settle for anything less than first place. That means he’s confident in doing so even with so little time remaining.”

Ri smiled lightly, not rebutting Damaris’ words.

“Using him as a gauge is inappropriate.” Ri said. “You know well that he can already battle Peak Dao experts, this is nothing more than a children’s game to him. Maybe he just doesn’t care about first place any longer.”

After these words, the two women looked at each other before bursting into a fit of laughter.

They both knew well, if there was anything Dyon was besides arrogant, it was petty. Even if he was a Higher Existence already, he definitely wouldn’t allow anyone else to take first place.

“If you were right, Little Sister Clara would really suffer.”

Both women had a cold glint in their eyes at these words, but they all had a tacit understanding to not tell Dyon about True God Diasho’s brazenness. If Dyon found out that Diasho Ren wanted to make Clara run around the Star Dome 10 000 times in the nude, he would no longer care about his plans and would definitely directly kill him. Even if it was a bet where the both of them put themselves on the line, Dyon wouldn’t care. There were just some lines you don’t cross.

If that happened, the Federation would likely fall apart. True God Diasho was too important to the Blade Clans, and even the Star Clan in general. Anyone with even one eye could see that the two Sprite Clans were relying on one another.

Diasho Ren was very lucky that after the first few days of watching, Dyon’s true body couldn’t be bothered to continue any longer and had gone to deal with the affairs of the Mortal Alliance. If not, Dyon would have definitely long since found out about this.

“He’ll probably make a move soon, everything is moving a bit faster than expected, so it probably won’t be more than 5 years before all of the remaining territories are conquered. He’s probably aware of this.”

Damaris nodded.

“Still… You need to take care of yourself. You are already our ally, there’s no absolute need for you to stand side by side with him.”

“Maybe if those words were coming from someone else, I would believe you. But I know very well that there are few people who want to be on par with him more than you.”

Ri remained silent at these words. It was true… Not just her, but Clara, Madeleine and even now Amphorae who had fallen behind Dyon in strength, all wanted to be capable of supporting him.

“Plus… I need to do this, I have an uncontrollable impulse. I have to.” Damaris said resolutely.

Ri giggled. “If you love him, just say it. I won’t bite you.”

Even though she said this much, Damaris shook her head seriously.

“I don’t love him.” There wasn’t any reluctance in her eyes, nor falsehood in her words. “I just want to beat him into the ground.”

Ri raised an eyebrow.

“It seems you’ve all misunderstood something.” Damaris’ proud head stood tall. “When I spoke to him, I said ‘I want to be your Partner’. Where in that did I claim I wanted to be submissive? I said I believed it would make me stronger, yes… But stronger as in him being my servant!”

Ri’s surprise turned into a fit of giggling.

“Isla, help heal this confused girl. It seems she hit her head a bit too hard.”

Damaris snarled at Ri’s sarcastic remark, but didn’t resist as a golden haired fairy filled her with healing energy. It was quite clear that the qi Isla wielded wasn’t very different from holy type qi… in fact, it almost seemed a step above holy type qi.

“Oh…” Ri smiled as she casually checked her wrist band.

“What is it?”

“It seems like I was right, he doesn’t want to wait any longer. My husband’s come to play.”

Just as Ri was checking her wrist band, so were many others. Many were confused as to what was going on, thinking that maybe their wrist bands were glitching out. But… the elders of the Federation were very aware of what just happened…

After ten years, Dyon finally unsealed the Blood Phoenix Battalion. They were reborn.