Chapter 118 - Cult Siege Epic Part 2

Seeing my chimera's being quite eager to murder some dumb cultist I almost felt pity for them oh who am I kidding I pity the damn building more! The building is just doing building things while its users are out bathing in blood of anyone not worshiping the Bow, Spear, and Sword heroes! That it is quite dis-concerning to know that as we sit here talking and planning out our actions that they are likely murdering more innocent people. All because the said people like me and Naofumi more than the other heroes as we actually help while they fuċk up everything around them and don't take responsibility! Which around now Naofumi should be cleaning up the undead dragon emperor that Ren killed and would later regret. As he is the first of the idiot trio who truly would regret his actions at a very later time after a psychopathic vassal weapon holder from another world, the world guardian beast, and the sin of Greed would ruin him. While justice freak Itsuki and boy toy Motoyasu would be completely consumed by their sins. That justice freak basically became a mute after freed from it, while Motoyasu still roamed being led around by his sin like a puppet. Which from that book Naofumi found before being summoned the sword, bow, and spear were all tricked by a cunning and trickster princess. While the shield was treated as a demon and would mainly help those being negatively effected by the other three idiots that were led around by the nose.

So my guess is that all previous heroes followed such a course and the shield was always forced into cleaning up the mess while branded as a demon. But there may have been one generation of heroes that was consistent with that as one the spirit tortoises back there was a town and in that town there was a wall. An ancient wall with Japanese written all over it but no one could figure it out mostly before having to go on the move so I'll have to look into that. But right now our main priority is to genocide a cult to oblivion! Although this is bothering me so I'll just ask this straight up to my very bardic like chimera that as someone once pointed out, was like the mind infinity stone since he can brainwash millions or everything through music.

Biazar: "Hey Elvis why are you so mad out of everyone currently out and fuming with rage?"

E.S: "Because I'm a entertainer sure I will kill using the art of music and being a tricky person but before that I'm a bard. I like watching people smile and have fun as I play my tune, dance the fool, be the star of the show since it makes them happy, turns a bad time into a good time. Especially with children they are much more easier to please and if you see them having fun you wanna try harder. I'm mad right now though because we've all been watching you through the skill and we've seen the rise and down fall of both you and Sloth. You and those kids occasionally were very lively together you'd even borrow my abilities or Krasić's ability to bring art to life and alter reality to play with them! YET THOSE FLIFTHY SCUM DARE RUIN IT!! YOU USED MY ABILITY TO SING AND STUFF FOR KIDS THAT MADE ME HAPPY YET THEY TOOK THE FUN AWAY AS A BARD I MUST ERADICATE THEM ALL!!"

Ah so he's pissed because even though I borrowed his musical talents and ability at times through the skill. He was technically the one being the musician and making those kids happy but the church of three heroes stepped in and murdered his audience. Thus his instincts as a chimera are reacting very strongly as an averse effect of his rage. So his body is screaming to murder those who dare steal from a chimera, which Krasić is probably the same but he's pretty laid back. Along with if he used his ability to alter reality through painting and sketching then that'd probably cause problems. As I did make him to be able to basically control the fabric of reality..... so did he fan the flames and make E.S angry enough for them both? Sighing I turn to the small part of the craftsmen team who all are designing ways to torture the souls of the cultist forever. While the others where checking their weapons so I temporarily spaced out and went into my mind to talk with Sloth. Which I learned this interesting little trick after he abruptly kidnapped me into it one night while I dancing around on corpses. Upon entering my own head I was put inside of a flat like room of a hotel building that was decorated like some president was visiting. In the main room on one of the sofa's was Sloth and one other person..... Someone new and they look like another us. With a deadpan face I walk around the room before siting down in a comfy leather recliner looking at the two people that increased by one. Sensing my confusion and by noticing my deadpan look Sloth speaks up with a piece of pizza in his mouth as our new friend simply eats meat balls.

Sloth: "So this is a new version of us that suddenly came to be... Say hi to our rep for the sin of Wrath its....."

Wrath: "I'll fuċkɨnġ gut you if you say anything bad after all we were trapped together between worlds chained up for six hundred years. After you went absolutely bat shit crazy from repeatedly reviving and killing some not so worthwhile villains. I mean who the fuċk does that? Couldn't you have done that to someone worthwhile like a god? Gods sound like they'd be fun to hear squeal as you gut them and murder them."

Biazar: "IT'S THE INSANE YOU?! HOW THE FUCK IS IT BACK?!"

Wrath: "Names Wrath now you dumbass useless help freak of a dainty flower, demon lord Dantalian said you both met the requirements for the sin of wrath. So the calculative fuċker sent me back and didn't even make me the main host! I would've killed so many useless shits by now like those three useless heroes but no, I AM A DAMN PERSONALITY AND A DEADLY SIN WHILE YOUR IN CONTROL AND I HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS LAZY SHIT BUM THAT MADE ME!!! I'M NOT A HAPPY MAN I'M PISSED AND WANNA BATH IN BLOOD SO I'LL BE ON THE OFFENSIVE THIS LITTLE FIGHT YOU SHITHEAD YOU UNDERSTAND ME?!"

He's literally foaming out the mouth and screaming at me... I feel like I need an ȧduŀt right now or at least a baseball bat to beat his skull in. Looking at Sloth he doesn't want to help and is peacefully looking away going "Hey a pillow" leaving me to deal with the rabid sin. With a very tired sigh I grab the rabid fuċkers head and slam him through the table in the center of the main room. Then lift him and snap his neck a full three hundred and eighty degrees before dropping him as he went limp. He got up shortly after six seconds untwisting his neck and snapping it back in place as he scowled at me.

Biazar: "Sure you can go wild and murder in this little cult extermination but your not in control, your not gonna be the big bad wolf, your gonna work with us. Not be some deranged rabid mutt waiting to rip off someones face suddenly for no real good reason okay?"

Wrath: "You really are a violent wimp you know that? But at least we agree on that I can murder some people. Working with you however? Nah you'll listen to me and let me have fun or I'll kill you hahaha."

Wrath chuckled like he had made clear was in charge around here before his head was suddenly buried literally up his own arse. His spin cracking loudly and even popping out of his back a little bit while some of it shredded his organs his own head also had caused heavy internal bleeding. As it was forced up a place it shouldn't really be as Biazar looked at him rather heavily annoyed with a very blank emotionless face. Sloth the ever so lazy bum felt terrified and he was a deadly sin and the embodiment of death but for some reason he feels fear. Towards the usually laid back and helpful side that was to replace him after he was supposed to be erased. That same person was calmly standing in his mind watching the sin of wrath unbury his head from his own arse as he healed almost instantly. When he had successfully done so he was sent flying as his upper torso was severed then punched into a wall. Heavily denting and cracking the wall of the mindscape flat while he looked at the man who did so only blankly stare at him.

Biazar?: "Initiating behavioral correction of deadly sin Wrath, host has allowed the hero system to use disciplinary force. So do learn to behave fast before you die mr. sin~ because if you endanger my host like that sarcastic bitch system I'll make you be forgotten with no escape."

Sloth: "I GIVE DON'T HURT ME I JUST WANT TO BE A LAZY BUM SPARE ME!!"

Heros: "... You can put your arms down Sloth your fine...."

Wrath: "How the fuċk are you here? ALSO HOW DARE-"

Heros: "Shut up you rabid mutt your giving me a headache, also I'm here because unlike that bitch I'm directly connected to the heroes being for as long as they live. While that woman is watching from else where and enjoying her time with the gods even before the whole Sloth incident. She doesn't really care to her this is just a job give by her father for some man who asked for a lot. She actively has tried to kill you guys you know? When she tried tampering with some skills on your soul the only reason some of those failed is because of those scarily loyal monsters you made in your original world. They've actively been halting her attempts and she can't hurt them since those gods all forbid from angering so much as one chimera. So yes I'm able to freely come here because I'M ACTIVELY KEEPING YOU ALIVE AND TRYING TO HELP! BUT YOU SUDDENLY SHOW UP AND TRY TO ENDANGER THE HOST YOU STUPID MUTT SO BEHAVE NOW!!"

The hero system as it ranted and insulted Wrath never once stopped attacking him, always keeping him in pieces as he healed. Sometimes even pumping him full of holes by summoning Biazar's hero weapon to shoot him this scene went on for a good twelve days mind wise. All while poor Sloth was rocking on the sofa terrified while saying "I'm a good bum don't hurt me" to the system. When Wrath had finally given in his head was caved into the wall as the room started repairing its self. Once the rabid dog was sufficiently beaten into submission Heros left with a smile silently mouthing "I'll murder you the first chance you put the host in grave danger mutt." Meanwhile back in reality Biazar was messing with a spider drone that had wiggled its way into reality from his skill. Looking at the little drone he had guessed it was his two in one technology duo chimera and the others watching. As the little drone had literally suddenly sprung up through a random air painting that was the signature key to Krasić's role as a chimera. Seeing that their fellow monsters were watching the ones summoned out were grinning like the psychopathic monsters they truly are.

Dral'Fel: "I say its about time we advance on the cult don't you agree everyone?"

With an amused chuckled from everyone present they nodded their heads as Elvis had them touch his shoulders. Before changing his instrument from a flute to a electric guitar and starting to play it like he was about to start a rock concert one man and ten chimera's had all vanished. As they teleported via a musical performance by Elvis the place they all jumped to was directly on the roof of the three heroes church. Once their feet had touched the roof those that could use necromancy all acted rather quickly and summoned or raised an army of undead that slowly threatened to engulf the whole planet. But they were being reasonable and only focusing that dreadful scene to around the church to where if one undead dies they'll just instantly be replaced. No matter the number they'll keep being summoned until this place falls into the depths of despair picking one of the worst targets. The sight of undead ranging from small to huge and even air born alarmed everyone quickly as the culprits all descended from the roof into the midst of the undead army. Only to soon be raised up into the air as a titanic undead giant arose from the ground carrying the ȧssailants on its shoulders. Its hands causing a thundering boom as they made contact with the ground around it, its body fully rising up after fifteen seconds. The undead towered over the church building as its soulless eyes stared down at the priest, priestesses, soldiers, cardinals, and pope who all came rushing outside.

The sight that greeted them was a motley crew of men and women well monsters and a human more so than that. Studying their attackers however, the popes face became very disgusting with a smug face of victory. Before he could speak though he was interrupted every time by someone going "NAAAAAAAAAAAAAA" from the attackers side. Which is insulting to him as he's an important religious figure and yet these heathens dare interrupt his speech?

Oracle: "Hey now don't get so hot under the collar, it won't make you sėxy or imposing you creepy old man."

Some people on the popes side were stunned but some couldn't help but to stifle their laughter at that comment. As the old man is quite a handful and occasionally did some very unneeded and unwanted stuff to even the church staff. So it was a little relieving to see someone even if they're a monster make fun of the dirty old bastard that is always so high and mighty. Some of the female staff even gave the old bastard heavy glares as he's probably done a lot of things due to having power. Alas though everything of his ends today and he shall no longer be the big bully in the sandbox but just the blood smear making the sand damp as it clumps together.

C.P: "HOW DARE YOU MONSTERS MOCK ME!!! YOU SHALL DIE FOR YOUR DISRESPECT YOU DISDAINFUL EYE SORES! ALSO GUN HERO YOU SHALL NOT MAKE IT OF HERE UNAFFECTED OR ALIVE!!!"

The old man barked a bunch of mighty words but sadly as he spook Biazar on picked his nose while looking bored. When he had finished speaking the only response he got only served to make him more enraged at the gun hero.

Biazar: "Can you die yet? Your sorta boring I expected more...."