Chapter 326 - Resurrection Of A God (2)

"T-That makes sense..." Devon mumbled briefly after clearing his throat, "But you know, you could have just told me about it... Rather than having me point a gun at myself."

"Where's the fun in that?" Arnold laughed, "You guys ready?"

"Yes, Master!"

"Let's head out then."

But instead of heading out, Arnold headed into the vault along with Talos, while the rest of them assembled outside.

"Is it time, master?"

"I think so. After all, the system informed me that you'll have to become a cosmic being before trying to resurrect one. And thanks to you and Devon, we have achieved that so it's time to resurrect 'her'." Arnold smiled as he pushed open the doors leading to the room where Tiamut's mangled corpse was waiting for them in her human form.

There she laid in the far corner of the room. However, she was barely recognisable with her missing limbs. Not only that, Arnold had thrashed her pretty bad after he saw Tiamut laying her hands on Nina.

"I did a number on her back then, didn't I?"

"With all due respect, master. It'd seem that you do have some anger issues," Talos replied in his static voice. His words were filled with sarcasm but thanks to his emotionless voice, no one would ever know about it. 

Arnold just smiled in reply. He was just happy to have the joking Talos back by his side. It felt like the trying times were finally over and Arnold could enjoy his life for a bit. But before that, he had a task to complete.

"Do you think we'll require more hands to tame her?" Arnold inquired. It had been quite a while since Talos had resurrected someone but Arnold still remembered the tantrums most of his summon threw as soon as they were resurrected and thus didn't want Tiamut to thrash the place as well.

"Master, you're grade is above her. Moreover, her rank should drop to around mine once she's resurrected so I don't think calling for help would be necessary." Talos replied, "Even if she tried to pull a stunt in here, she'd be in for a surprise as we have already reinforced these walls with her bones. So I don't think it'll be a problem."

"Alright then, let's get started!"

Talos quickly transformed into Jake, the necromancer. He didn't waste their time and immediately got to work. Resurrecting the dead seemed like a quick process, but it was a taxing one at that. But it was to be expected as it was one of the most dangerous types of abilities to ever appear in their world. Thankfully for Talos, he couldn't feel the tiredness after using the spell because... well, automatons don't get tired. But it did use a lot of his energy to use the spell.

Moments later, a gigantic black magic circle formed underneath Tiamut's corpse. It looked like the old resurrection spell had evolved as well, which was what Arnold had expected to happen. If they could resurrect higher level beings, then the spell had to have evolved in some way as well.

It took a few seconds for the spell to get completed and the following that Tiamut rose back from her slumber for the first time in months. Her body slowly reformed. The limbs he had mercilessly ripped off its socket slowly regenerated by themselves. The gaping holes in her body got rapidly fixed. Within moments, she was resurrected completely.

She still had her reddish skin, just the way it was when she died. Although she got a bit taller as well and was about as tall as Arnold, which was about 6'4". Her claws were as intimidating as Arnold remembered. After all, those were the same claws that nearly killed him. However, her jet black hair was no longer curly and unkempt, but smooth and straight. She had been restored to her primal form, back when she was hailed as a goddess.

She failed to notice the change in his aura and took him as a mere mortal. At that moment, she couldn't hold back the rage welling within her body. She couldn't bear to see her killer smirking while looking at her n.a.k.e.d body. Without a second thought, she charged towards Arnold only to get smacked in the face by him.

The slap sent her flying away even faster than Hermes. Before she knew it, she was laying on her back in the far end of the chamber. Luckily the wall was sturdy enough to stop her momentum for good. The collision between her and the wall shook the entire building, but no harm was done to anyone except Tiamut.

However, before she could engage in combat again, Arnold moved towards her as if he had teleported over to her. His left foot rested on her face. It was clear what Arnold was trying to accomplish there, he was going to humiliate her while solidifying his authority over her existence.

It was his statement to tell her, she was no longer a god, but his slave. A slave who would lick his boot if he wished for it. Tiamut struggled in vain to free herself from such a humiliating situation, but Arnold had her pinned to the wall with nothing but his foot.

"You'll pay for humiliating me... the demigods won't stay idle while you do this to one of their kind." She cursed at him with her half-opened mouth, "Your death would be a gruesome one, mortal. I swear-"

"Oh... is that so? Well, if that's the case then you won't have to worry about serving me all alone. Isn't that great? You'll serve me with your half-a*s godly mates!" Arnold smiled at her before kicking her face, "Do you think I give a sh*t about you and your kind?"

Tiamut, however, couldn't respond. Arnold's one kick had shattered her lower jaw. Arnold still had to test his new strength out hence he unintentionally went overboard with the kick. Even if it had been unintentional, even Arnold couldn't heal someone on his own.

"T, go and get Alice here, will you?" Arnold asked the automaton, "I don't want to ruin my new possession on her first day."

"Right away, master." With that, Arnold and Tiamut were the only ones left in the room.

Tiamut was raging on the inside, but Arnold's kick brought her back to her senses. How did the mortal get so strong? That was the only thought running in her head now. The next moment, Tiamut's wound started healing by itself. She too had an ability to heal herself from these kinds of wounds, just like any other godly entity.

"Oh, looks like I send him away in vain. Well, a least it gives us ample time to chat among us. But first, wear these." Arnold took out some clothes from his inventory before throwing them at her, "I'm not a perv who'd drool over your body but still, even a bit*h like you deserves to cover up herself."