Chapter 1074 An Angel from the Pantheon
"I've always suspected you of engaging in covert activities, Fayeth, but this... this is on a whole other level," Rodney's voice conveyed shock and disbelief.
"A rogue god paired with a naturally born hydra. It seems Fortuna herself has graced me with her favor," Rodney exclaimed, a chuckle of disbelief escaping him.
"Unfortunately, Fortuna seems to have turned a blind eye to you. Not even your goddess Ava, were she to reveal herself, could shield you from the consequences now. Once Rainar finishes with all of you, the pantheon will learn of your betrayal," Rodney's words dripped with cold intent, his focus on Fayeth unwavering.
"Leave her out of this," Sarba's voice growled, only to be met with Rodney's tightening grip on Vedora, eliciting pained growls from each of the hydra's heads.
"Seize her," Rodney ordered the angel positioned behind Fayeth. With swift efficiency, the angel grasped Fayeth's wrists, her struggles proving futile against their superior strength. In matters of battle and combat, Fayeth and the angels of Goddess Ava were no match for the formidable might of Rainar's trained warriors. While Fayeth's kind was dedicated to healing, Rainar's angels were honed into formidable warriors.
"You, my dear, are about to become a prized exhibit in Rainar's collection," Rodney mused, his gaze fixed upon Vedora.
"You can inflict whatever punishment you wish upon me, but spare this temple," Fayeth pleaded, her voice laced with desperation as the angel behind her twisted her arm, securing golden shackles around her wrists.
"Don't be silly, Fayeth. This temple is beyond salvation now. Its fate was sealed when the moment you chose to shelter a rogue god," Rodney chuckled coldly.
"But you are indeed a blessed one. Once I inform Rainar of this, he will personally come to flood this temple to the ground," Rodney's laughter echoed through the room, his satisfaction palpable.
Yet, a sudden disturbance interrupted the scene as the room's illumination began to flicker. The angels paid little heed to the wavering torchlight until the door abruptly swung shut, sealing them within the chamber.
"Captain," the angel beside Rodney exclaimed, his gaze fixed on Michael's face, the purple veins that marked the effects of Emperor Nagin's poison fading from his skin.
Observing the lights' erratic behavior and the vanishing poison signs, Ayag's grin widened. She understood that, against all odds, Ghost was awakening.
"What's happening?" Rodney's confusion was evident.
"You mentioned Fortuna's favor, didn't you? Forget that. It's death that's casting its smile upon you," Ayag taunted, realizing that, by some miracle, Ghost was waking up from his slumber.
Out of nowhere, unfamiliar black flames consumed the rogue god, creating a blanket of darkness that Rodney had never encountered before. The angels felt an intense surge in temperature, forcing Rodney to hastily retreat from the searing heat that engulfed the rogue god.
Fayeth's eyes widened as she sensed the emperor nagin's poison being consumed by the black flames, a realization that dawned on her in astonishment. Without warning, the room's lights were extinguished by an invisible force, shrouding everything in deep darkness. Yet, this darkness held an unsettling quality that Fayeth couldn't quite place.
"Now even your god's father can't save you," Sarba's voice dripped with icy certainty.
Rodney responded swiftly, snapping his fingers to conjure a ball of light at his fingertips. The luminous sphere emitted an eerie blue radiance, dispersing the shadows within the room. However, the ball of light created by Rodney hovered above, casting an eerie blue glow that contended against the inky blackness. Yet, the orb's efforts to dispel the darkness were met with resistance, preventing it from fully illuminating the room.
Ayag's anticipation and excitement were palpable in her words. "No matter how many times I've witnessed this scenario, the thrill never goes away,"
Meanwhile, Fayeth's gaze remained fixed on the unfolding spectacle, her eyes reflecting shock and disbelief.
What startled Rodney even more was the sudden disappearance of the rogue god from the spot where he had lain moments ago on the floor.
All at once, Rodney's eyes widened as he witnessed the rogue god materialize behind the angel stationed a couple of meters in front of him. The rogue god's smile, far from friendly, bore the predatory menace of a seasoned hunter.
"He's finished," Ayag's comment carried a tone of finality. As Rodney watched, the rogue god seized the angel's head, and in a flash of lightning, the angel's skull was obliterated. Blood and fragments of the helmet sprayed in a gruesome display.
Before Rodney could even react, a searing pain erupted in his hand. Glancing at his hand, which clutched the hydra, he was met with a gruesome spray of blood gushing from his severed wrist. The shock of the moment gripped him only as the realization dawned.
Fayeth's horror-stricken gaze was fixed on the unfolding brutality as the rogue god systematically dispatched each angel. Beyond the temple walls, deafening thunderclaps reverberated through the kingdom, while crimson lightning streaks illuminated the sky.
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