Chapter 2040 My Side
?2040 My Side
Slowly, time began to pa.s.s, a few hours became a few days, a few days became a few weeks, then even months.
On one particular day, over a year after the young man fell, his eyes suddenly flashed open.
He seemed to stare blankly into s.p.a.ce for a long while, his thoughts completely hidden behind his expressionless gaze.
But he soon began to laugh. He laughed so uproariously that the sound of crows flapping their wings to run away played as a chorus in the background.
"The Heavens are on my side… For me to survive, they have co-
signed your death… Wait for me well…"
**
"Those 12 Overlord Clans are probably running around with their hair on fire, yet here you are taking a nap."
Clara"s ruby-like eyes glittered as she kicked Dyon"s side. The man had turned the Ancient Battlefield upside-down, yet he actually had the state of mind to take a nap on soft gra.s.s. If those Overlords knew about this, they would definitely spew up blood in rage.
"I may be like this, but my clones are hard at work." Dyon said righteously, rolling over to continue his nap.
"Oh, I see how it is. If it was a Big Sister Madeleine, you"d get up. But since it"s just little ol me, you can ignore this mere third wife, huh?"
Dyon suddenly froze, his neck turning back slowly to reveal a pitiful expression. Unfortunately, Clara"s gaze had already turned stone cold.
Dyon coughed. Urging tears from his eyes he immediately flipped upward and onto his knees, wrapping his arms around Clara"s thighs.
"My lovely wife don"t be like this. Don"t you see how pitiful I am?"
"Hmph." Clara snorted. "If you were really so apologetic, why is your hand groping my a.s.s?"
Dyon"s pitiful expression vanished to reveal an evil grin, his hands wantonly kneading. "Who asked it to be so soft. It"s just a simple reflex, just a simple reflex."
Clara rolled her eyes, but her feigned coldness had already disappeared.
"I"m glad you can be so leisurely while working your women to the bone. I haven"t had a single moment of rest in years yet look at you."
Dyon stood, wrapping his arm around Clara"s waist. Her body softly fell into his with ease. It was clear by her tacit agreement toward his embrace that she was never really angry.
His wives had truly become too beautiful in recent years. As more and more of their mortal imperfections were shed, they looked no different from fairies that stood above the ma.s.ses. Even their unique fragrances were intoxicating to the point of bordering on poison for the soul.
"The work is done now. If you want to lay back and watch your husband wreak havoc, I"ll let you do so." Dyon said with a teasing expression.
With all of their plans properly laid out and the foundation of the southern region complete, they could begin their strikes with full effort. Their armies would move as one. If Clara truly wanted to take a break, Dyon wasn"t joking, he wouldn"t mind her placing what remained of the burden on him.
This was his wife. Though they had their rankings from first to fifth, he didn"t separate them in his heart. Clara"s feelings meant just as much to him as Madeleine"s. He would bend over backwards to please her.
Of course, Clara knew this as well, or else she would have never agreed to marry him at all considering her personality.
"I"ll take you up on that offer." Clara nodded shamelessly. "I don"t feel like lifting up another finger."
She spoke as though she didn"t notice Dyon"s hands had already undone the belts that held up her tight leather armored pants.
"You just have to go along for the ride." Dyon said meaningfully.
**
"Hubby, where have you been for so many years? I was worried about you." Chrysanthemum pouted, her expression filled with grievances as she held onto Anak"s arm.
In recent years, the former True G.o.d Anak had truly undergone drastic changes.
From once being over five meters tall and forcing Chrysanthemum to use a gigantification technique just so that they could make love, he had shrunk down to the size of a normal man. Of course, by normal standards, two meters was still exceedingly tall. But, compared to the him of the past, it was much better.
This gigantification technique was one pa.s.sed down through the giants specifically so that they could marry other races of humans. It didn"t actually provide any martial prowess. In fact, it made one weaker by dispelling their strength over a larger area. It was a purely auxiliary technique for the benefit of conceiving and bearing Giant Race children.
That aside, Chrysanthemum had no need for it anymore. Ever since Anak awakened to his true Angel bloodline, his blood grew more perfect and the gigantification side effect the Giant Race experienced a s a result of their accepting these higher-grade bloodlines disappeared. He had essentially become a true Angel!
Anak raised an eyebrow. "I told you that I was going into secluded cultivation for a few years, no?"
"You did, but I missed you."
Though Chrysanthemum"s watery eyes seemed sincere, Anak was sneering on the inside. Ever since Dyon told him the Mist Clan was using their dual cultivation to slowly turn him into a slave, he had never seen this wife of his the same.
He didn"t know whether or not she was aware of her role in the past, but judging by the fact she was rushing to come and get him just like Dyon predicted all but sealed her fate. Though it still wasn"t 100% certain, it was hard for her to escape responsibility like this.
"Alright, alright." Anak pretended to coax her. "What were you so eager to find me for?"
He embraced her, kissing her forehead lightly. He completely missed the complicated expression that flashed in Chrysanthemum"s eyes. But, it was quickly overshadowed by helplessness and finally… resolution.