Chapter 2312 Fanaticism

Chapter 2312 Fanaticism

Dyon looked up into the skies, calmly staring at the naked Aritzia.

Since he had already recovered his memories, how could he possibly be surprised by this turn of events? He had obviously known at that very moment that Aritzia had always been his Junior Sister. As for how he had met her in his 109th lifetime, he didn't care, quite frankly. For a person with his junior sister's means, the number of methods she could have used simply numbered too many. Simply put, if even the Dragon King who was among the lowest rung of the Immortal Plane could leave a soul behind to play around with, how could his Junior Sister not do so?

However, this still answered one of his long standing questions...

In his first life, he had never known that his junior was a Sapientia. She had never had a last name nor had she had any hallmarks of being a Sapientia. But, knowing the characteristics of this family, this hardly mattered.

The Sapientia were a people known for accumulating talents, regardless of their background. One had to remember that when he met Aritzia in his 109th life, she placed him on her candidate list for potential husbands. This wasn't a practice that just the mortal plane Sapientia had.

Whether Aritzia had always been a Sapientia, or if she joined at a later date... it didn't matter. All that mattered was that she was with them now.

"Dad... Who is she?"

Dyon's gaze narrowed. "She's my master's second disciple."

Little Alauna's eyes widened. None of this made any sense to her. Wasn't her dad's master the 25th White Mother? How had she gotten an Immortal as a disciple, and a second disciple at that? There was too much she didn't understand.

Dyon turned toward his daughter and smiled. "Don't worry, I'll explain all of these things to you another time. But for now... your father has some things to deal with."

Now that his wives had awakened their memories, Dyon was confident in their ability to resist even if a new army of void beasts came. With them suppressed by the Heavens, there was no way that women who once rocked the Immortal Plane wouldn't be capable of protecting themselves. He could leave his daughter in their care.

"I'll be back." Dyon said faintly, not turning back.

He could sense several fiery gazes landing on his back, their meaning and emotions clear. However, even with this being the case, he still didn't turn back to see any of them. The next time he laid eyes on them, he would never leave their side again. This is what he swore silently to himself.

He didn't form the feeling into words, nor did it even form a thought in his mind. It was vague and subconscious, yet it burned with a will that seemed to drown everything.

"Come back safely." Ri said with a soft voice, speaking out the words they all wanted to say.

Dyon didn't even nod as he took a step forward, appearing tens of kilometers away in a flash. Was there a need for such affirmations? He was Dyon Sacharro. In his life, there had never been anything other than victory. And today... wouldn't be the day that changed.

Dyon crossed by his junior sister's side. Their cheeks faced one another, but neither sent their gazes to meet.

They stood there silently for a moment, one looking forward and the other looking backward. At least, that's what it seemed from the other's perspective. In both of their minds, though, they were the one's looking straight ahead, piercing forward toward the path of enlightenment.

Saerus' expression had long since become solemn. He looked around with a narrowed gaze, fighting off Madeleine's assault with all he had.

He had just been sitting back leisurely, watching Madeleine have to pull out all the strength she had to take down a few void beasts. But, in the next moment, a massive army had appeared, causing him to have no choice but to stop holding back.

At this point, let alone the dozens of void beasts that had been attacking Madeleine, there were now tens of thousands in the skies fighting this army, but it was practically a one-sided slaughter.

A golden abacus appeared above his head as he faced Madeleine once more, but he couldn't react before a small palm had already smashed against his chest, causing him to slam into the protective barrier of Planet Sapientia.

Both Madeleine and he coughed up a mouthful of blood at the same time. Even in that moment, he had still managed to counter attack, replying to Madeleine palm with a kick to her torso.

He wiped the blood from his lip, a savage glint flickering in his eye before he recovered his calm.

"Even if by some miracle you managed to defeat me... Do you think all of this would come to an end just like that?" Saerus' lip curled into a slight sneer. "Are you smiling because you think you actually have a chance at victory?"

Madeleine didn't respond to this immediately, her bright smile not fading. How could she not tell something so simple? These void beasts were obviously under the control of the Sapientia, but to now, the only actual Sapientia fighting was the man before her. She didn't believe that this was really the only man the Sapientia had...

"No, I'm smiling because my husband is back." Madeleine, who was in a good mood, was seemingly also much more talkative. "And, he told me to kick your ass."

In her mind, since her husband was back now, their victory was guaranteed.

Her aura continued to surge, her injuries rapidly healing. Such a thing made Saerus grow more serious. The only reason he had been able to fight on par with this woman was because the void beasts had already severely wounded her. But, now...

He could hardly react before, his pupils constricted. He looked toward his left, only to find a blood wound where his left arm had been. He could only watch as his limb flipped in the air as though it was a frisbee.

"So, I'll ask you again. How do you want to die?"

Madeleine was so bright, radiating blinding white lights, that Saerus had to squint just to look at her. How was this even the same woman? How had she suddenly gotten so much more powerful?

How could he know that not only had Dyon contacted her... but he had also allowed his wife to retrieve her repressed memories...? Compared to the fighter she had been just a moment ago, she was too many levels beyond.

Saerus couldn't even react before a searing pain shot through his chest.

This time, when he looked down, he found that there was nothing below his neck remaining of his body...

His eyes dimmed. Even in his last moments, he couldn't believe he had died like this.

'My death doesn't matter...' The last trace of light in his gaze was filled with fanaticism. '... When Lord grasps The Beginning, it will all be over...'