Reaper of the Martial World

Book 11: Chapter 23: Expect (2)

“Which of you did it?”

A booming voice resounded through the council.

Even compared to the dwarves, this meeting place was sinister beyond compare.

Twelve mountain peaks ravaged by black rock and stone pierced the skies. Dark red clouds hugged their outer forms, filling the space was a crimson fog that smelt of blood.

On each of these twelve peaks, the representation of twelve Clans stood. It was as though they alone stood above the world, passing judgement as they saw fit. historical

Among them, there were six humanoids and six beasts. Disdaining the human form, these beasts didn’t enter in such a state. Instead, their massive bodies wrapped around these mountains as though they were no different from lounging chairs.

These twelve represented the twelve Fallen Races. They together ruled the Ancient Battlefield together.

The first humanoid was a massive man with greenish-grey skin. His body stood at two hundred meters tall. His belly was just as proportionately large, however, it didn’t jiggle in the slightest. Not only did it give off an oppressive heat, but if one were to touch it, it would fell not different that placing you hand of a burning sheet of metal.

This humanoid was among the very first Ancestor Giants, a part of a race that hadn’t appeared on the mortal plane in countless epochs… The singular scarlet red eye that adorned his features made it all very clear. The legendary children of the gods, the Cyclops.

The second humanoid a woman with beauty beyond words. The delicate slopes of her soft lips and small nose could freeze the heart over. It was simply unfortunate that her hair was a bed of snakes. Each had gorgeous white scales and small eyes that shone like rubies, but when combined together, they were ghastly.

The beautiful woman sat silently with her eyes closed, the air freezing beneath her presence. She was a legendary cursed child of the gods, a member of the Medusa Clan.

The third humanoid had horns that rivalled a mighty dragon’s. They curved and twists in the air, their sharpness gleaming. The lower half of his body was completely covered in fur, strong hooves forcing the mountain to tremble with its every step.

This was the origin race of the Mino Clan, the true Minotaur Warrior Race, the Torus Clan.

The fourth humanoid had skin that glistened a dark black. Ancient tattoos etched across its body, its gender impossible to tell. However, the scars on its face were unmistakable… One stretched from the left side of its mouth to its ear, revealing clearly its back row of teeth. Another ran along its right eye, revealing the twinkling whites of a blinded socket.

Still… Nothing was more prominent that the massive white tusks that dripped with saliva from its mouth… It was as though it was ready to pounce upon and eat anything at any moment…

This sort of human looked more like a beast, a race known for its savagery…. The Orc Clan.

The fifth humanoid had skin so pale that one could clearly see the veins of blood running beneath the surface of its skin. It had beauty even beyond the Medusa Clan, but unlike the Medusa who lost that beauty due to its snakes, this race didn’t have to suffer such a fate.

The woman who represented them was charming beyond reason. With the light smile on her face, even if she reached into your chest to take your heart… you would thank her…

A lovely head of pale violet hair, two eyes glimmering like amethysts, and a pair of red lips that seemed to drip with blood. This was the origin race of legends of the banshee and the vampires, one of the Ancient Demons of antiquity, a race almost as old as the Titans themselves, the Undead Clan…

The sixth and final humanoid looked no different from a mortal. He only stood at just over two meters tall, his body was compact and powerful, while his eyes and hair were a dull brown. Compared to the others, he was incomparably restrained. However, not a single one of the remaining 11 dared to make eye contact with him…

The six beasts were the kind of creatures one would only hear of in fairy tales, six fallen beasts clans that once had names that rang like thunder.

On one mountain peak, a creature with devastating beauty stood, its white coat shimmering even in the harsh environment. This was the legendary Unicorn race!

On another, a mighty beast with the claws of an eagle and the hind legs of a lion had wings so large that they coated its mountain peak… The Griffin race!

To the other side, a creature steeped in deathly black aura, who had been the one to speak initially, growling forth with an intimidating aura. Its three heads whipped about savagely, ready to send all those who opposed it to a bloody hell… The Cerberus race!

Then there was a race that once struck fear in the hearts of even the most powerful. Their representor was gorgeous in the way only a human female could be. Her face was delicate and pleasing to the eye. However… Her body was coated in a red armor… If one looked closely, this wasn’t armor at all but rather her own exoskeleton!

This was the royalty of the insect races, the Ant Queen!