Banished Hero: I just want to live in peace on a deserted island Chapter 160: Dark Hunter

Seraphina’s body was on the verge of breaking. Every thrust from Jax made her scream, her legs convulsed, her throat releasing moans she couldn’t hold back. Her eyes lost focus, and suddenly a spasm shook her entire fra.

"Ahhhh...!! No... no, nooo...!"

The orgasm tore through her so violently that she lost control. A hot torrent burst out of her pussy, spraying across the golden floor of the temple... and so splashed onto the face of a rchant who happened to be passing by.

The man froze, stunned. The liquid covered him grotesquely, but instead of recoiling, his eyes widened in disbelief. His skin was marked with sickness, his lips cracked and dry... yet suddenly, right there before everyone, the scars sealed, his breathing steadied, and life returned to his eyes.

He dropped to his knees instantly, tears streaming down his face as he looked toward the temple.

"A miracle! The God of Dreams has healed !" he cried, smashing his forehead against the ground.

The murmur spread quickly through the crowd, voices trembling with awe and excitent. No one knew where the blessing had co from, but everyone felt it in their bones.

Jax laughed, driving his cock deeper into Seraphina, forcing her to arch her back and scream.

"Do you hear it?" he whispered in her ear. "Even your fluids are divine to them."

Seraphina sobbed and moaned at once, sha and ecstasy fusing until they consud her whole. Now she didn’t only feel used... she felt worshiped.

"Your body will be their altar," Jax added cruelly. "Every scream, every drop, every humiliation... they will adore as sacred."

And as he kept fucking her rcilessly against the golden column, the faithful outside began chanting praises, never realizing that their so-called blessing ca from the agony and surrender of the woman screaming under the God of Dreams’ power.

Seraphina later lay exhausted in her chamber, her naked body covered only by thin silk sheets. Her cheeks were flushed, her breath still uneven, and her legs quivered now and then at the mory of her punishnt. At last, her eyes closed, and she fell into a deep sleep, dried tears marking her face.

Jax rose, adjusting the black robe he conjured over himself. He opened the door, and outside, the Dark Guardian was already kneeling. His towering form wrapped in shadows radiated absolute respect. Head bowed, hands on the floor, not daring to lift his eyes toward his master.

From his posture, Jax knew he had heard everything, felt every scream and moan. Yet the Guardian said nothing. He was just there, like a loyal hound.

"You know what happened, don’t you?" Jax asked with a dangerous smile.

The Guardian clenched his fists, lowering his head even more. "I do, my lord. But my only wish is for my lady to be happy."

Jax chuckled low. "You’re loyal... and I like that, Don’t worry about her, I will make her happy.."

Silence stretched for a mont until Jax snapped his fingers. A blazing sigil of purple mana appeared in the air.

"I have a mission for you."

The Guardian lifted his head just slightly, eyes glowing like burning coals.

"I am ready for anything, my lord."

"There must be no temples in this region but mine," Jax declared solemnly. "The God of the Oceans, the Goddess of Light... all must vanish. But I don’t want Seraphina’s hands stained with blood. That is not her role."

The Guardian struck his forehead against the ground. "I will never allow my lady to suffer even a mont. I will do as you command, even if it ans erasing every false god from this world."

"Good." Jax’s smile turned cruel. "You have one month. I want no priest of those dogs left breathing in my domain."

The Dark Guardian rose, his body engulfed in black aura, and disappeared into the shadows like a beast unleashed.

Over the next month, the northern lands of the continent drowned in blood. More than half a million priests, bishops, and faithful were slaughtered without rcy. The temples of the God of the Oceans burned in flas, the statues of the Goddess of Light crumbled to dust. Where once there were altars and prayers, now only ruins and corpses remained.

anwhile, Jax split his ti. So nights he visited Seraphina or his other won, taking them with brutal intensity until they begged for rcy beneath him. Other nights, he imrsed himself in expanding the Dreamworld, perfecting every corner of his dominion.

The city of Lumina was declared his capital. In re weeks, a cathedral of pure gold rose, so tall it seed to pierce the heavens. Inside, it shone like an eternal sun. On the main throne, Seraphina sat as the Supre Priestess, while a council of 120 won, handpicked by Jax, ruled the realm in his na.

The entire region fell under his dominion. The old governnts crumbled. The rulers deed worthy surrendered their thrones... offering their virgin daughters as tribute to the God of Dreams. The unworthy, on the other hand, vanished without a trace. Among the people, a rumor spread: just before a king disappeared, a black shadow would slip into his palace, and he was never seen again.

The legend of the Black Shadow, the Dark Hound, the Hunter of the Night grew so infamous that mothers whispered it to scare their children into obedience.

"If you misbehave, the Dark Hunter will co and drag you into a realm of terror."

The sa phrase echoed across every city where golden statues of Jax were erected beside his temples.

Another legend spread as well: thousands swore they had seen the statues move. If you stared too long, you would feel their eyes on you, as if they were guardians no custodians watching over every person living under the protection of the God of Dreams.

The na Jax could no longer be ignored. He was no longer just a myth. He was a god walking upon the earth, and all n and won knew it.