Chapter 248: You won’t be missed
After Wendigo’s report, I didn’t wait before ordering Pest to teleport to the sa coordinates I previously threw her squad at. There was no ti to waste. I had no illusions that my army will last for long, as a distraction or as fighters, and had to strike before the enemy could unite again.
My wings carried over the half-thawed planes like an arrow towards the columns of smoke on the horizon. I saw them long before I reached the city where Wendigo and her soldiers had their fun, and knew that there was a lot of fun to be had for them. And not only in the city—the wind brought the scent of smoke and blood from other directions, too. This wasn’t the only settlent in the area.
Isn’t that just great when people love their jobs? I was anticipating mine. Anticipating the mont when my fangs will bite down on divine flesh again, when my claws will tear the bastards’ bodies… I forced myself to fly faster, at the sa ti sending outward my ntal projection.
Even with it, the goddess found first, as soon as I reached the city. The demons must’ve been fought off, but the consequences of their invasion—not yet. So humans were running around with buckets of water, trying to contain the fires, while others used the panic to pillage what demons didn’t have ti to touch. Won scread, children wailed, n shouted. A chaos, if subdued one now.
In that chaos, the arrow she shot got so close, it cut a few hairs from my head. It ca from behind, and I noticed it only when its tip entered the zone of my blind sense. That gave only barely enough ti to dodge, but enough ti to see the strange arrow in details.
Its tip had a small jewel embedded in it, which was strange. The answer why appeared in my head in the next mont, spoken in Pest’s voice.
‘Master Voren, there’s a spell on that arrow. Sothing dangerous!’
A mont too late—the arrow exploded a ter away from . The heat of the blast was nothing, though it made transform the outer parts of my body, ones that didn’t have precious books in it, into lava. But the blast wave threw down towards the roofs, threatening to smack into one.
I caught myself and instead gently landed. At the sa ti, my ntal projection, guided by the direction from where the arrow ca from, finally found my enemy.
Goddess of Rangers. I scanned her thoughts. She wasn’t happy that I dodged. She thought I could’ve heard the arrow’s approach, or had a pair of eyes on the back of my head—a real possibility. The goddess also cursed in her head that God of Bards already left. She didn’t send the ssage to others—she was sure that I was flying past and going to fly away unless she hurries, but now she was casting the spell. In her calculations, she will only need a minute to alert everyone else, and they will need from a minute to five to teleport to her position.
So that’s how much ti I had. Not much, but it would do.
I and the goddess were separated by a couple of streets and plenty of obstacles. The cover wasn’t a problem for the best of all archers, as long as she knew my position, but for now, she didn’t. I used that to get closer to her without having to dodge any more explosives.
She found where I was as soon as I moved. By sound alone, despite the surrounding noise. Impressive. Maybe I could’ve sneaked on foot, but it would’ve been too slow, so I just flew with an intent to be faster than any arrow Goddess of Rangers will shoot.
Through my projection, I saw her getting another arrow from the quiver. It also had a jewel in the tip, but the tip itself was narrower and longer. It reminded of a spear. When she shot it, the arrow pierced through wooden walls of houses like they were paper, barely slowing and reaching right towards my head again. She did all that without stopping preparing her ssage spell.
Only my perfect air manoeuvrability saved from flying right into it. I changed directions so fast I felt the inertia squishing my insides a little. The surprise in Goddess of Ranger’s head—she was so sure she’ll hit this ti—brought a grin on my face.
I didn’t want to give her ti to shoot again. When her hand reached the quiver again, I flew into her line of vision, just a dozen ters away. Nothing for soone as fast as I am—or for an arrow that the goddess shot at , after all.
Explosive again—but this one I saw before she even left the bow and caught it midair. Then, as the goddess’s eyes widened from the realisation of what I wanted to do, I threw it back at her.
She jumped away, but it give ti to get closer to her. The narrow streets of this city, which was once a jewel of arts, now were a convenient fighting ground for —Goddess of Rangers didn’t have space for escaping. She was light on her feet, which she showed by running up a wall, but I was light on my wings, which I showed by reaching the sa place before she even could and eting her from above.
Goddess of Rangers jumped back down, and my claws only snagged on the hood of her cloak. Under it, her hair was cut boyishly short, and I wasn’t given a pleasure of cutting at least so of that. My blood boiled and sang for the warmth of her flesh on my tongue, and I followed her with the relentlessness that didn’t need any additional motivation like the ti I was lacking.
The goddess touched the ground again and smirked—the ssage reached other gods. They were on their way. She knew she won’t run away from here, though, and in the second she had snapped her bow in half.
At least, I thought so at first. Instead, she just unfolded it into two short, curved blades. The unhooked bowstring fell into the dirt, and the goddess t my claws with adamant.
She was barely worse in fencing than in shooting. If I was going to let us fight claw to blade, Goddess of Rangers wouldn’t have let win in the ti I had. So instead of that, I threw a dozen of wind claws at her from close combat distance, which she couldn’t have blocked with her blades if she tried.
Then, a decisive rush forward, scorching the goddess’s skin with the heat of my body, and my teeth found her shoulder. The pain of her blade in my chest barely registered, just like the sll of cooking blood.
The goddess scread in pain, but not for long—I ended her suffering with my claws and finally let out a breath.
This was becoming easier with every ti. As long as I got them one by one…
I transford from lava into flesh, bone, and sli and picked up the goddess’s body and her bow. Eating them would take ti I didn’t have. Pest got an order to prepare a teleport, and I flew away from the city with all the speed I had.
If Wendigo was still alive, which I doubted, she’ll get out. If she wasn’t, she’ll find in Hell as soon as she gets through Heavenly Judgent—or won’t. Her usefulness ended when she lost her life and all her gathered power.
There were still other demons wreaking havoc, and while they did, I was going to kill as many gods as I could. Until then…
A flash of teleport, finally complete, transported back into the dry heat of Dis—sowhere onto the plains. Pest’s portals, as usual, were as precise as a blind archer, and Dis wasn’t even visible through the smoke where I ended.
That didn’t matter. I just needed a quiet place where the gods won’t find while I eat my prey. Let them wonder where I disappeared… Even the goddess herself.
Divine flesh was as delicious and nutritious as always. A pity that I only had a single body—there surely was plenty of EXP left where it ca from—but I contented myself with the thought that next ti we et, Goddess of Rangers will have nor her speed, nor strength, nor these enchanted bow and arrows.
The signature items were the most delicious because I imagined the goddess’s face from their loss. If she was as distressed by it as God of Rogues was when I ate his dagger… I grinned. This alone was worth Wendigo’s death. That girl was getting on my nerves—and would’ve betrayed to the gods if they only thought to offer.
She was so fucking naïve. She actually thought they might accept her to Heaven if she got strong enough. My story didn’t teach her shit.
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