Chapter 23
Chapter 23
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 23
Chapter Title: War God Anumaesh
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"B... bait... you say...?"
Solomon's mind flashed with an ominous thought at Anumaesh's words.
At this point, having crossed swords with the Baal Church, the God of War Anumaesh was undoubtedly an enemy.
In this situation, where such a god spoke of bait while trying to abduct her, the princess of Kanan Kingdom—what exactly was he trying to lure?
And her suspicion was immediately confirmed by Anumaesh's next words.
{If I violate you, that Seraphim guy will show up, right? Finding him wouldn't be too hard anyway, but the easiest way to draw a man is to mess with a woman.} "N... no way..."
Solomon was already well aware of the infamous reputation of the god called Anumaesh.
A wicked deity with a horrific taste for defiling women who already had lovers.
And now,
that arrow was aimed straight at her.
Along with an utterly ridiculous misunderstanding.
"Y... you... y... you're mistaken right now! I... I'm not in that kind of relationship with Lord Seraphim... Ack!"
{Heh heh, shut up and stay still. One wrong move, and this pretty face might get smashed.} Ignoring Solomon's attempt to protest entirely, Anumaesh continued acting on his own whims.
With a hand infused with irresistible power, he slowly caressed her chin, his voice laced with vivid excitement.
{I was planning to drag you to the palace and savor you slowly... but I can't hold back anymore. Guess I'll just do it right here.} "!"
With those words, Anumaesh clamped Solomon's mouth shut
and stuck out his bright red tongue to lick her chin.
A hot, sticky disgust swept through her entire body.
She hated it.
This sensation like being exposed to scorching venom.
This breathing drilling into her ears.
These rough hands groping her body.
All of it was utterly revolting.
She had wanted to bear a god's child.
But... not like this... never like this.
She wanted no part of a relationship with such a depraved scoundrel of a god.
She absolutely refused to be forcibly taken by this demonic thing that offered only violence and submission.
What she desired was with him...
Only a bond with that man flickering before her eyes even now.
{Heh heh... yes... that's the face. This despair. This pain. A pretty thing like you making that expression already has me drooling.} A demon with a handsome exterior but an utterly grotesque interior.
Being violated by those hands was nothing but simple, unbearable torment.
And in this situation,
there was only one thing she could do.
'Help... me...'
She knew it was shameless.
It hadn't even been days since he had rejected her.
Calling for him in this situation would inevitably feel awkward between them.
But even so, she had no choice.
In this moment of overwhelming crisis,
all a frail human could do
was rely on a god...
'Help... me... please.... Please help me... Lord Seraphim!'
With her mouth sealed,
Solomon poured all her strength from the depths of her heart to call for him.
With an earnestness even deeper than before, when she had called him in the past.
She offered her prayer to the one high above.
At that moment.
⚙ SYSTEM NOTIFICATION ⚙ -[Got it.] "!"
His voice echoed in her heart.
Solomon's eyes, tightly shut in terror, snapped wide open.
What she saw next was a brilliant light filling every direction.
And at its center, looking down at her...
countless red eyes.
'Ah...'
He had really come.
Even after all that happened.
Even after her rudeness.
He had truly appeared.
Flapping his ever-radiant white wings.
Gleaming with jewel-like red eyes,
in a form so breathtakingly magnificent it made her heart race...?
'...Huh...?'
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ Ever since becoming an angel, my emotions had dulled.
But that didn't mean they had vanished entirely.
And now,
gazing at the scene before me, I knew exactly what this budding feeling was.
'This fucking sucks...'
Honestly, I hadn't wanted to come.
Even as an angel, descending before a woman I'd thoroughly rejected(?) just days ago was awkward in every way.
But even so, I had no choice right now.
Her desperate prayer was ringing in my head,
and while the situation was uncomfortable, I couldn't just stand by and watch an acquaintance get openly raped.
And above all,
I couldn't pass up this opportunity.
A chance to gather intel.
The perfect moment to gauge just how strong one of this world's so-called 'gods' really was.
'That must be Anumaesh? The God of War who directly rules Gyrga Kingdom...'
The guy who had set Princess Solomon aside for a moment and was now staring this way.
I didn't even need to scan him with the [Eye of Truth]; I knew who he was.
After that brief encounter with Baal (presumed), I'd gathered as much info as possible on this realm's gods.
Leading them was the Baal God, worshipped by his church, followed by the gods ruling human nations.
Among them, one of the three most powerful, known as the God of War.
Anumaesh.
True to his name, he exuded a level of power leagues above anyone I'd met so far... but at this moment, my gaze toward him was filled with displeasure for an entirely different reason.
'A NTR milf fetishist who preys on taken women, huh...'
I hadn't expected our first meeting to involve him trying to rape a woman.
And the target was someone who'd confessed(?) to me just days ago, even if I'd brushed her off.
A pure-love one-trick trying to rape my acquaintance right in front of me—a true NTR milf addict.
Even with my dulled emotions, it would be weirder if I didn't feel pissed in this situation.
And then.
{You're that Seraphim bastard, aren't yooooouuuuuu!!!!!!!!} 💥 IMPACT! 💥 -KABOOM!!!
There was no reason to hold back against this bastard who'd given me such displeasure after so long.
◇◇◇◆◇◇◇ The God of War, Anumaesh.
He knew his power very well.
That among the gods, he possessed one of the mightiest authorities.
That even tens or hundreds of thousands of mortals couldn't stand against him.
And above all,
that in this vast world, almost no one could match him one-on-one.
Yet at this moment,
Anumaesh's mind filled with thick confusion.
'W... what... how can a mere angel do this to me?'
He knew the guy was a special entity among angels.
He might have looked down on him, but he couldn't outright ignore his older brother Baal's words.
Still, at best, such an angel was top-tier mortal level.
Generously, low-grade god level.
Anumaesh was convinced no such weakling could threaten him.
Until just seconds ago.
{Grkhh!!!} A relentless barrage of tremendous assaults.
Shocks like invisible hands whipping him from all sides left Anumaesh dazed for a moment.
Only a handful of top gods—or those elf kingdom dragon lords—could inflict meaningful damage on him.
But right now,
as he unilaterally took hits from storm-like attacks in split seconds, Anumaesh clearly felt it.
Pain.
A sensation of hurt he hadn't felt in ages.
He had descended in an avatar body to assault a woman.
Thus, he could only use 2/3 of his true power,
but even accounting for that, these attacks causing real pain were no joke.
{This... this bastard! Ngh!} His hand reaching for defense was smacked away mid-motion.
Not mere flailing, but assaults that read his every move.
This was bad.
Invisible, so he couldn't predict movements.
Meanwhile, that guy just rolling his eyes
was reading his actions in real time.
In that case,
his only option was...
{Damn it all!!} In a surge of rage, Anumaesh unleashed his divine power.
At once, the presences of invisible forces swirling around evaporated.
The ceaseless invisible beatings finally stopped.
Regaining his senses at last, Anumaesh turned a cold glare toward that monstrous figure staring at him.
Toward Seraphim.
[...]
{...Tch.} The pure damage from the previous assault wasn't much.
This avatar body wasn't frail enough to break from that pummeling.
However.
A belated sensation.
A faint pain rising from his lips.
Blood was flowing from the spot burst by that final blow.
Noble blood from this body, never to be seen by lowly earth-dwellers.
{You dare... you dare, a mere angel, inflict this humiliation on me!} Rationally, he still couldn't accept the situation.
A toy-like angel making his body bleed?
As impossible as an ant wounding a dragon.
However.
{I'll kill you!} Instead of dwelling on it, Anumaesh drew his sword.
Recognizing the opponent was no ordinary foe, half-measures or chatter were pointless.
Only one thing mattered.
Crushing the bastard before him.
With that, Anumaesh charged at the absurdly massive 'enemy'.
With the intent to gouge out those grotesque eyes with his own hands,
he shot toward Seraphim like a loosed arrow.
The sheer size startled him a bit,
but as the God of War, he'd felled plenty of dragons comparable in scale.
So he knew.
Such massive things were sluggish despite their intimidating bulk.
Extremely vulnerable to sudden blitzes.
'This ends it! You disgusting freak!'
If you ignored context and just looked at the picture, it was like a valiant warrior in ornate armor charging a wicked beast.
Exuding the majestic aura of the God of War.
A strike loaded with earth-splitting, mountain-cleaving power shot straight at that enormous eye.
But then...
⚡ FLASH! ⚡ {...Huh?} A sinister flash gleamed from Seraphim's red eye for an instant.
At the same time, a scorching heat surged toward Anumaesh...
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💥 EXPLOSION! 💥 -KABOOOOOM!!!