Chapter 128 33: Making A God Bleed! [Part 1]

The battle was chaotic and fierce and caused many humans to perish as the NPCs fled from the demonic entity known as Zell Delacroix.

'That was much easier than I thought; even Alice was much harder to fight, haha!'

He stood on a pile of corpses and wounded warriors, a champion of darkness with no god yet to sponsor him; Zell himself was the god, it would seem to many.

A god of destruction, depravity and lust.

'I am almost spent, this guy should be killed quickly, and then I'll log out for today...' Zell thought, his tattered body analysed by his mind.

His body was filled with wounds; the armour no longer filled his entire body as he looked down the pile, watching the main fighter who managed to injure him.

Samson, a champion of Telurias.

"You demon! How dare you profane their corpses, defile their purity! Do you not know justice as a fellow human!?" Samson's voice sounded just and heroic, suitable for that man's champion.

His hair was long and golden, but his body was now in tatters like Zell, missing half his abdomen with countless broken bones.

"Hahaha, I will be whatever it takes to survive and kill every god that gets in my way or hurts those I care for!"

Suddenly the sky opened up, and golden light filled the area, covering Samson with brilliance. The thunder boomed overhead, and lightning bolts shot across the sky as the clouds parted, revealing the sun shining bright, bathing everything in its warmth, making everyone gasp as the rain stopped and the weather calmed.

In front of Zell was a young man with short brown hair wearing a simple leather vest and trousers; there were scars all over his body, especially around his hands and neck, as he raised his right hand to point at Zell.

"You, a vile intruder upon our holy lands. If you do not cease your demonic acts of slaying our champions and warriors, I will expel you from this place for eternity, never able to become powerful!" His tone was firm and resolute, much different from Samson's.

"How dare you? A mere mortal stands here challenging me!? Are you truly worthy of calling yourself a champion!?" Zell roared, anger filling his veins and burning within his chest, turning red like lava inside his skin.

​ "Mortal? I am no mortal, demon cur!"

The man began to fill with brilliance without a spec of impurity; this man was Tellurian, the god of Purity and Justice! Although the form Griselda saw was much different because he owns quite a few avatars, this was his most frequently used one to interact with his champions, thus could be said to be his "True Vessel," looking towards Zell with hatred and anger.

"You may call me, his supreme holiness Tellurian, God of Purity and Justice!" A booming voice sounded, causing Zell's ears to bleed before staggering back off the corpse pile, almost falling as he slowly walked towards this "God" with a blank face.

Tellurian stood taller than Zell, towering at 6'5" and had muscles like steel, clad in gleaming metal plate and carrying two massive swords strapped to his waist.

Even though his appearance wasn't exactly impressive compared to some other gods, his aura alone was enough to make anyone tremble in fear; he was terrifying!

'Who is this!? He and Samson are a world apart; this aura could almost have crushed my spirit and desire to fight in the past!'

As he approached closer, Zell's rage grew larger until he was covered in black smoke, his eyes glowing crimson like fire, and his mouth curled into a snarl as he growled and spat.

"You!?"

Zell's body trembled; this name and title were him; there was no doubt about it.

He seethed with rage, almost crushing his sword's handle as his black flames kindled, smouldering inside his chest.

"What are you doing here? Did you come to help these mortals defeat me?!"

Tellurian was silent as if mocking Zell's anger, or merely he didn't even care; nothing of this dirty creature's feelings mattered to him.

"If you block my access, that's fine; just know I will kill every one of your champions before the first merger happens; good luck winning your little games then!"

Finally, Zell's words seemed to have an effect as the man's eyebrows raised and his hands trembled slightly; somehow, this boy knew too much?!

'Who was it? Who told a mortal too much!? Was it those infernal bitches, filthy animals that don't deserve the title goddess! I will kill them, strip their flesh and throw them into the abyss!'

This boy must die!

His body shot through the air faster than anything Zell had seen before, as a sword slashed his chest, with another piercing his thigh, sending him spiralling downwards.

Zell could only hear the wind blowing; suddenly, Tellurian was mere inches from him and attacked him without mercy as Zell's pupils dilated.

There was no need to dodge since his body moved slower due to his injuries, meaning he was utterly helpless as he crashed onto the ground, coughing up blood and spitting it out while groaning in pain.

"I suppose I'll have to take this slow..."

Tellurian continued to slash away at Zell, using his strength and speed advantage against him; after all, this was a god's Avatar against a mere demon whelp!

Soon, his wounds healed, and new ones appeared as Zell struggled to stand back up again, the blade cutting his cheek, slicing open his shoulder, stabbing him in the ribs, and leaving deep cuts on his leg and torso...

The sound of flesh being carved like inside a butchers shop filled the bloody area, Tellurian with no sense of emotions on his face, while the rage and desire to fight back burned inside of Zell's body; something began to cause his skin to bulge, before slowly breaking apart his flesh.

He could feel something coming, it hurt his back like someone was tearing his flesh and muscles apart, then fusing them together in a weird shape.

'I won't submit! Nor will I lose to you! Bastard!'