Reaper of the Martial World

Book 11: Chapter 85: Premonition (3)

Dyon stood with a slight trembling posture, his breathing heavy.

He grit his teeth as the wild war qi tore through his body. If his Titan Diamond Body hadn’t had its standard forcibly lowered by this world suppression, it would have been easy for him to withstand this kind of damage. Unfortunately, not only was his body heavily injured, but his current bodily strength was barely at the Bronze Silk Realm anymore.

This was what truly awed him about world suppression…

Normal planet, universe, or quadrant suppression only worked by making it harder for you to use the strength you have. However, world suppression could both cut away at that strength and make it harder to use what you had left at the same time.

This sort of suppression on a complete other level. It was actually able to regress Dyon’s constitutions, wills, qi, body and even soul. He had never met such a harsh trial in his life.

This time, Dyon watched as War’s corpse disappeared, not that there was much of it left. Dyon hadn’t been interested in famine qi, so he only absorbed Famine’s balance scale. However, for War, he had devoured not only his corpse, but his horse’s as well, not to mention the concepts stored within his sword.

All that was left was the husk of armor the beast-man due had brought with him. Still, the runes of the marbled floor slightly glowed, swallowing what was left until there was nothing.

Slowly, the sound of gears began to ramp up again. Even as the sound of one door slamming shut almost sent Dyon flying once more, the sound of another opening followed suit.

The clopping of horse hooves filled Dyon’s ears once more. By now, Dyon was convinced that there had just been something weird about Famine. After thinking a moment, he understood…

Famine’s steed’s steps had sounded like feet because of its demeanor… It was slow and steadfast, meandering and patient. War’s steed had sounded like hooves because of a combination of its heavy armor and sharp horseshoes.

However, the clopping of this horseman wasn’t due to either of these reasons. This horse moved as with exaggerated movements, its head was held high while its legs arched elegantly into the skies, stomping down with authority that reverberated through the battleground.

Understanding this, Dyon wasn’t surprised to find the appearance of a white horse entering his gaze.

Its appearance was truly beautiful. A gorgeous white, blemishless coat. Golden chainmail falling down its body like sparkling rain. A helm with fierce golden plates that revealed its prideful, disdainful eyes…

One would think that this was a person and not a horse. How could an unintelligent beast have so much personality in its eyes? Dyon had not a single clue.

However, looking at the only person this horse allowed to ride on its back, Dyon seemed to understand this was a like-owner, like-horse kind of situation.

Conquest was adorned in white armor that was patterned with the scales of a dragon. A proud body was strapped across his chest, its heads formed into two roaring celestial lions with ruby embroidered eyes. However, his helm was maybe the most awe inspiring part about him.

The helmet of a warrior had a history of wild, boastful decorations. This much Dyon knew, especially thanks to Clara who seemed to love talking his ear off about history. But even then, Dyon had never seen a helmet formed into the shape of a crown.

Conquest’s helm hid his face much like it had for the other horseman, however, in his case, a large, jewel embroidered structure extended from its top, sitting on his head to radiate outward with blinding lights.

Conquest and his steed slowed to stand just three meters from Dyon, looking down on him from above.

Unlike the other horseman, they made no attempt to attack. It was as though they wanted to make certain first that Dyon understood their superiority.

A faint white light emitted from their combined bodies. Or, rather, it started faint, only to grow brighter and brighter with each passing second.

They seemed proud of themselves. Most of their bodies were covered, so Dyon could only see their eyes. But this was enough to display the disdain they held.

“Are you done?”

Dyon’s abrupt ask seemed to have startled the horseman duo. Maybe they believed Dyon hadn’t been speaking before because he was oppressed by their aura. Unfortunately… This couldn’t have been further from the case.

“Fuck off!”

Dyon suddenly roared. The sound of a sovereign shook the very foundations of the rounded battle room.

Conquest and his steed burst into a shower of flesh and blood, their bodies ballooning outward and exploding as though they were grenades.

Dyon was too disdainful to devour anything from them. What could he possibly need to learn about conquest and sovereignty? Their dao heart hadn’t even been strong enough to withstand a single shout from him.

Trying to display a dao built on arrogance and majesty before Dyon was no different than asking to die.

Unfortunately, despite the ease of the battle, Dyon felt completely drained from the previous two. He felt as though his body might give out on him at any moment. It was truly something he hadn’t felt in a long time.

As Conquest’s corpse slowly disappeared, the sound of gears turned.

‘Will it be Death this time…?’ Dyon leaned on his sword, trying to catch his breath.

However, it was then he realized something was wrong… To now, each of the horsemen had come from a different door, so Dyon had subconsciously turned to the only of the massive golden double doors to not have opened yet.

But… Even though the sound of an opening and shutting door was resounding through his ears once more… The door he was facing wasn’t opening…

Feeling a bad premonition coming along, Dyon turned slowly to a door that had already opened before… In fact, it was the very first door that opened when this trial began…

A familiar figure followed by the sound of what seemed like human footsteps appeared…

“…” Dyon stared blankly. “… Famine?”

Not only was it Famine… But it was a Famine that was now a Middle Celestial instead of a lower…Unfortunately, Dyon’s own strength hadn’t moved forward at all…

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