anwhile, in the Blood Coliseum of the Mainyu Capital, a masked purple-haired woman stood in the arena, with an irresistible pair of cyan-blue eyes that looked past the stack of corpses at her left and right.
Humanoid and monstrous forms alike piled up; their glassy eyes stretched by horror and staring at the purple-haired woman.
A 20-ter-tall ebony reptile growled a couple feet back, its poisonous blood streaming down the spikes that protruded from its massive scales.
The masked woman stepped forward, and her hands jerked forth. Lilac fla ribbons rolled out, carrying a cluster of flaming butterflies as they smashed into the reptile's throat, tearing it off with one flaming swipe, and sending the corpse reeling to the right—forming a perfectly symtrical pile of gore around the purple-haired woman.
"20…Great Expansion monsters! All first-class war slaves from the Sanctuary! As expected from Your Eminence's student, throughout the Purple Dawn Continent, no one is worthier of becoming our god's avatar than Lady Ishtar," several priestesses marveled at the masked girl's divine power, wondering where Akamana had gotten her hands on such a prodigy.
Hidden behind semi-transparent red curtains, the Grand Priestess didn't answer, looking at Ishtar with a gentle and caring look.
"Giving such a fine seedling to Ahriman…is indeed a pity," Akamana said. And on the arena, Ishtar raised her hands, causing the blood and gore to turn into particles of light and pour into her chest.
"Kill…absorb…kill…absorb.
Kill…protect…protect…Mithras." In a trance, Ishtar whispered nonstop, unknowingly deepening the smile on Akamana's lips.
Only a person with a pure and authentic heart could beco Ahriman's vessel. If not for that pesky requirent, Akamana would have much rather kept Ishtar on her side and trained her into a leader of the next era.
anwhile, the Red Cloud Theocracy got moving, sending a trio of elder priests to investigate the loss of one Red Priest and two Red Cloud Pythons. Mithras handled the investigation with a simple trick: creating a bigger problem.
First, while Gaiseric and Cassandra bought him ti, Mithras relied on Nagini to infiltrate the Red Cloud Theocracy's Bluefire Undercity, locating their nest of Red Cloud Pythons.
With the Red God's Sacrants, Divine Secrets, and Nagini's origins, this was simplicity personified. Mithras emptied Bluefire Undercity, binding all Red Cloud Pythons to his will. This included the trio of Golden Palace rank monsters who'd fathered this nest.
The disappearance of over 300 Red Cloud Pythons of Inner Longevity or above, including the trio of Golden Palace monsters who'd made the nest possible, left the priests dumbstruck, turning the Red Cloud Theocracy upside down.
This was catastrophic enough, but the thief also robbed the theocracy's two most precious Inner Flas—a feat that should only be possible if they possessed an Inner Fla of a superior class.
"Disaster…calamity. How did this happen? Under my tenure, the Red Cloud Theocracy…has lost its future." The Red Cloud Theocracy had lost its pythons and first-class Inner Flas. When the news reached the Grand Priest, his knees went weak, and he collapsed on the floor, suffering brief losses of consciousness.
All over the Purple Dawn Continent, the scattered priests and trainees returned from various missions, assembling to discuss the series of catastrophic events that had struck their faction.
This included the Headmistress, Suri di Achai, who currently faced a red-cloaked youth. Wearing a large hood that covered most of his face, with stripes of dazzling flas lighting up his clerical robe, the youth carried the dignified air of an elder priest, and the disarming smile of an incubus, tricking the headmistress into lowering her guard with that smile alone.
"Your Eminence, to what do I owe this visit?" Mistaking Mithras for an envoy of the Red God, Lady Achai dropped to her knees, bowing at Mithras.
"The Red Cloud Theocracy has lost its pythons and first-class Inner Flas. Should the news spread, not only will your status in the Purple Dawn Continent crash but you will likely face coordinated attacks from the other theocracies. Other disasters will follow no doubt.
How will you secure my silence?" Mithras directly asked, making Suri's jaw drop as her eyes widened in shock.
"It was you? You're the thief who caused this disaster, but now you're blackmailing us?" Lady Achai couldn't believe her ears. Due to the unique flas of Mithras' clerical robe, she initially mistook him for an envoy of the Red God.
But no such being would be coveting the wealth of a mortal branch of the faith, leading Suri to suspect Mithras was a fraud—not that he cared.
"You have connections to the Angra Theocracy—connections you can even use to contact Akamana. I want a recomndation to try for the Courtyards of Ecstasy and join one of the Houses of Paradise as an idol," Mithras explained in a calm and straightforward tone.
"The Houses of Paradise? What could you possibly want from that place? Don't tell you're trying to beco a five-star escort?" Arian's teacher and the leader of the Red Cloud Theocracy's templars, Suri di Achai was an eminent figure of the Purple Dawn Continent and the person who contacted Akamana at Arian's behest.
Akamana rewarded her handsoly, deepening the relationship between the two theocracies. Mithras had been wanting to deal with this woman for a while now and couldn't wait to have her begging at his feet.
However…
"Who or what I plan to do there is my business. You're not in a position to be asking so much. The clock is ticking, and not in your favor." This wasn't the ti to fight. Mithras was in a hurry, ready to dip as soon as he got what he needed from Suri.
"I see," Lady Achai lowered her head, sighing with a helpless look. But the mont next, she was bolting at Mithras, leaving trails of dazzling blue flas as she clawed at the Human Aphrodisiac's neck.
Too slow to react, Mithras couldn't avoid the blow—not that he had to. Scarlet tails shot out of his sleeves, slamming into Lady Achai's chest, and sending her crashing into the opposite wall.
The three Golden Palace rank pythons made their entrance, hissing at Lady Achai as they surrounded Mithras in a defensive formation.
"Not the best idea you've had today. You are strong, but not stronger than a Red Cloud Python at the Golden Palace rank. I have three on my side, and a little treat to boost them whenever." Mithras snapped his fingers, causing a burst of divine red flas to light the pythons on fire.
"Py…Pyrogasmic…Genesis?" Recognizing the Red God's unique fla in all three pythons, the headmistress panicked, crawling out of the wall, and rushing towards the exit.
One scarlet tail lunged forth, wrapping around Suri's waist, and pulling her towards Mithras.
The combination of the pythons' strength and the Pyrogasmic Genesis was too much to bear—easily overpowering the headmistress' defenses.
Lowering Lady Achai onto his lap, Mithras looked straight into the woman's flaming eyes, stroked her cheek, and whispered in her ear:
"Now, cute headmistress, I'm gonna ask again…and while I'm being nice about it, you better give what I want…lest I start training the hussy in you into a lovely and obedient girlie.
Your call."
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