Reaper of the Martial World

Book 11: Chapter 28: Slaughter (1)

Dyon stood above the battlefield upon Chenglei’s head. The latter remained absolutely deathly silent. He could feel the turmoil in Dyon’s emotions and suddenly found it difficult to breathe just allowing him to stand on him. Compared to this repressive aura, the restrictions of the Immortal Plane were nothing but a joke.

It seemed as though enemies were converging from all sides. The only saving grace was that dwarven territory was located toward the very northern edges of the eastern region. As a result, they could only be attacked from their south as their back was covered by an endless mountain range. historical

However, even under these conditions, the atmosphere of the dwarven clan was incomparably solemn. They never thought that taking in an Invader would lead to such an outcome.

Races of all kinds poured in from all angles. Pixies of only half a foot tall, blue furred apes with twin sets of arms, massive kilometer long serpents, humans with the scales of lizards… It seemed as though the whole history of the mortal plane was marching to destroy dwarven territory.

Still, even with all those numbers, even with all of their moment, none stood within even half a kilometer of Dyon and Chenglei.

A frontline of warriors stood silently, the fear in their eyes palpable. They had come to destroy, yet they didn’t even dare to take another step forward.

Many of them wouldn’t dare to provoke the dwarves on a normal occasion. Unfortunately, individuals far more powerful than they were urged their action. They had no choice but to take this step forward. If they didn’t, the only path left would be death.

The Ancient Battlefield didn’t have Dragons. With their sovereignty, dragons would rather choose death than enter this prison. All they had to base the legends upon were the wyverns that treated the mountains as their home. However, this didn’t do what they were seeing before them now any justice…

This wasn’t to say that wyverns weren’t dangerous. Wyverns were at least 70% of the reason why no one dared to casually cross the mountain ranges that separated the regions. If the wyverns were to all come together as a collective, they would form the 13^th Overlord Clan.

However, even they could not touch the majesty of the beast before them now.

Chenglei body snaked through the skies for ten kilometers. There wasn’t a single segment of his majestic form that wasn’t covered in black scales that reflected like tempered metal.

His large head looked down toward the coming army, his yellow reptilian eyes flickering with disdain as his two horns pierced into the skies. Even his slight breath seemed to scorch the clouds, his menacing glare sending shivers through the hearts of those below.

If this dragon was so powerful… Just what kind of existence was the man who stood atop his head?

A silent stalemate was formed as the armies slowly approached. Chenglei was a massive deterrence, but he alone could never strike as much fear in their hearts as the collective order of the 12 Overlord Clans. Even if they lost their lives, they had no choice but to step forward.

Soon, the skies began to fill themselves with the main characters. The Supremes began to appear one after another… Followed finally be the Overlords. Even Lords could only stand on the ground below.

“Overlord Sadon. Overlord Fridus. Overlord Gilpin. If you obediently hand over your heads along with this boy’s, we will give your dwarven race a path to survival. If not… You can consider this your dwarven race’s last day.”

The three Overlords of the dwarven race had yet to appear.

“Overlord Afra. You seem to be very happy with this turn of events.” A sneering voice stepped out from a warp in space. “To think this is the very same Overlord Afra who would dare to breathe too loudly around us.”

The one who spoke previously was none other than the one Overlord of the centaur race. Her lower half was matted in pristine white fur and silver hooves, while her upper half hung freely, revealing a set of two perfectly shaped breasts that looked no different from morning dew dripping from a  green leaf. The only thing separating the two was a bowstring strapped across her chest.

If one ignored the fact her lower half was that of a horse, she was an exquisite beauty who didn’t seem to care for cultural norms. Who would dare question the decency of an Overlord anyway?

In reality, though, this was simply the way of the centaurs. Aside from the times they wore armor, they strode around the world bare. This was the case for both their men and women. It was clear that Afra didn’t believe she needed armor for today. This wasn’t going to be a battle… It would be a slaughter!

In that moment, the three Overlords of the dwarven race finally appeared. Despite the situation, they seemed unperturbed, but the emotions flickering in their eyes were clear for anyone who paid enough attention. It seemed they really thought they were finished this day.

“Is there anything to be proud of about having superior numbers? If I only had to fight just one of you, I would have nothing to fear! To dare say these words to me after throwing away millennia of mutual cooperation to slaughter all of my kin…” Her eyes reddened with rage. “… You deserve death!”