Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

Chapter 163: Main Quest...Initialized!

The same ritual that paralyzed the troops sheltered them in a sheen of sanguine flames. But as Nabutu's forces unleashed Divine Skills and Mantras, those sanguine flames broke down bit by bit, forcing Lyssandra to dispatch a regiment of Yakshini to flank the Fate Gods.

At first, they had little success. But when Menaka joined the charge, the path opened with screeching cries. Demigods dropping like flies under the swing of Sargon.

The Archfiends joined her efforts, forcing Nabutu to switch focus. The moment next, Nabutu's Divine Fantasy had erupted, trapping Menaka and the Archfiends in his vision of paradise!

At first, Menaka didn't think much of it. But then she remembered the situation outside, saw the smile on Nabutu's face, and she realized she'd been played.

"Indeed. My troops are more than enough to break that barrier and eradicate the Blood Disciples. That includes your daughter. Sacrificing myself to keep the five you here is difficult. But far from impossible. And thanks to that sacrifice, we're going to kill your girl.

That girl is your heart. If she dies, you won't recover. And she's dying soon.

Menaka di Balmaria…your girl…is doomed," the Veridi spoke with confidence. Fate Gods never doubted their instincts, and from the moment he'd laid eyes on her, Nabutu had resolved to kill Ishtar first. He was just waiting for the right opportunity.

That girl was the enemy's heart. Too many on the scene wouldn't survive her fall. Take her out, and victory is ours.

Thankfully they faced off in the mortal plane. Otherwise, Nabutu's Divine Fantasy would have never been able to capture Heavenly Demonesses.

Having Fate on your side sure is an unfair advantage. And outside, Nabutu's prophecy materialized. The destiny bolts melting down the sanguine flame walls and demolishing more brothers of Mithras.

Tears dripped from Ishtar's eyes. But she didn't have time to worry about the fallen. Her own life was at stake. Threatened by arrows and divine spears that edged dangerously close to her neck.

In that instant, Menaka forced her way out of Nabutu's Divine Fantasy, sustaining disastrous injuries as she rushed to her daughter's aid. Sargon swept through bolts and spears. Ahurani shouldered the rest. And Menaka now stood before Ishtar, facing the Fate Gods with blood dripping from her eyes and lips.

"So, you forced your way out to save her from death. Forgetting that with the injuries you've sustained to achieve this feat, you can no longer compete with me, much less save anyone.

Now you're both going to die, and your crew crippled irreparably.

Insane. Emotions will drive even sages insane. I'm so glad we Veridi were not cursed with the imperfections of you inferior beings. Then again, as a member of the sovereign tribe, I shouldn't expect our subjects to be a match for our kin.

You are inferior, after all," Nabutu's voice boomed throughout the Purple Dawn. The divine portal stretching across the sky and condensing into a bright pillar of fire. The Spiritual World spiraled into another dimension, now fully connected…to the Weaver's Third Temple!

All limiters went out the windows. The Heavenly Demonesses returned to peak form, but at the same time, the leaders of the Third Temple were about to set out! Except for Sage Kings and High Gods, who could lead the Weaver's temple?

This wasn't a battle that the Spiritual World could win.

The war…was over.

The Fate Pantheon…had won…again.

Ishtar lowered her eyes, clenching her fists to blood as she held back a stream of tears. But here, Menaka raised her daughter's chin, flashing Ishtar a soothing smile before turning back to the enemy.

"Baby girl, don't cry. Mom has failed you for twelve years straight. Mom couldn't even protect you from dad. But mom has grown and promises you…to dedicate all particles of her being to keep you safe for a lifetime," Menaka said in a mellow tone. Her gaze hardened as the pledge ended. Her pupils set ablaze by a burst of tyrant-class flames.

A ruinous sense of foreboding ran through Ishtar's spine, and by the time she'd made sense of Menaka's plot, her mom had become an avatar of her Inner Flames, turning into a dark-purple flame elemental whose Sid level rose infinitely!

The highest level of Flame Manipulation: Pyromantic Integration. Those who reached this step could constantly tap in the maximum power of their Inner Flames. To put that into perspective, a saint-class Inner Flame could unleash Embryonic Wisdom to Imperfect Brahman tier battle prowess.

As for a pair of tyrant-class flames. Only the Lord can say for sure. So why did Menaka not do this from the getgo? For the same reason why Akamana didn't mind being limited in Flame Manipulation before.

Flame Manipulation is a dance with death. High-end inner flames are too dangerous to control. Not just difficult, but dangerous because they will reduce their host into ashes at the slightest mistake, then scatter into the wild.

Tyrant-class flames had no mercy. Not even the Wrathful Gods dared to fuse with them. So while in theory the Pyromantic Integration could become the world's strongest skill, in practice…no one could use it with those flames!

Only the Perfected had the body to withstand a tyrant-class Pyromantic Integration! Menaka wasn't Perfected. So Menaka was gone? Mom was going to die like this? Ishtar couldn't believe it. Nabutu was right.

Menaka had indeed gone insane. And thanks to her insanity, the scales had tipped in the crew's favor.

The Pyromantic Integration kept the gods of the Third Temple on their best behavior. Not one dared to set out, all petrified by the consequences of testing Menaka's flames.

They didn't have to. They just had to wait, and she'd die soon enough—never to be reincarnated.

Ishtar had a million things to say. Say that she didn't care about the past. That she just wanted mom back, to help her mother and brother mend their rift so that at the very least that side of the house could go back to the way it used to be.

They were supposed to have the rest of life ahead of them. But now, Menaka had no time to waste—aware that if she didn't use her current form to erase the Third Temple, she'd have thrown up her life in vain.

"Sometimes, a body must hold up the rear for the crew to complete the heist. As a veteran mobster in my own right, I understand this principle. So why can't a mother be that body for her little girl? What mom would not for her baby?

Honor thy mother and father. Therein lies the blessing. All love ripe for the taking. The Lord gave them the creed. Yet in darkness they proceed. Wasting hearts and breeding greed.

Content of the disconnect…of a life cleft with love defects.

Delightful. Menaka di Balmaria, thank you. Our big sister…is in good hands." As Menaka was about to charge at Nabutu and the Third Temple, a mild-mannered voice echoed from behind, contrasting with the ferocious look of the man it originated from.

Radu hovered in the sky, his eleven brothers aligning at his back with their right hands aimed at the Third Temple, but their eyes locked on Ishtar. They all had smiles on their faces. The light in their eyes a sharp contrast with the Fylkirs' sinister air.

"Sorry big sis, this is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. If I didn't set this up to lure in the Third Temple, we would have never gotten a clear shot at those slimy old bastards. Don't worry. We were fucked anyway. My only regret in this life…was that I had to spend billions of years watching my wretched waste of a boy be a thorn in my big brother's side.

That's not gangsta.

That's very not gangsta. So at the very least, I will take down Marduk's favorite temple…as an apology to my boss," Radu said in a cheerful tone, and with a masterful use of Blood and Flame Manipulation…returned Menaka to human form, suppressing Sargon and Wrathful God Fire with unmistakable solar energies!

Subsequently, the Blood Gods became gold and red leviathans, launching at the Third Temple and forcing High Gods, Sage Kings, and slumbering old monsters to put their lives on the lives in a suicidal gamble.

Some opted to desert and flee. Yet except for Nabutu and his legions tangled underneath with the Blood Disciples…all members of the Third Temple…perished upon impact!

'Lord, if you can hear this prayer, we hope to reunite with our boss in the One True Paradise. Then maybe that day we'll say…long time no see OG. The gang…missed you.'

Radu and his brothers shared a silly thought, and with peaceful smiles on their faces, collapsed in light particles.

A gold and scarlet Inner Flame formed in Menaka's soul next. Helping her recast her body to better adapt to the Black Dragon Stones and her abnormal flame talents.

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Nabutu went mad with rage, leading surviving Destiny Beasts and Heavenly Beings for the final assault.

"We can recreate you anytime we please. Only Our Will matters! Never in our lives have we suffered half the humiliation that we did today! How dare you resist us? How dare you profane us? WE ARE VERIDI!

YOUR LORDS AND MASTERS!

SUBMIT AND DIE!" Nabutu's fury ripped the Blood Disciples' apart. But in his rage the deity had forgotten…that even a Fate God cannot disrespect time.

The gates to the Temple of Meditations, or what remained of its ruins, opened…and in a series of leisurely step, a tall, imposing figure walked out of the portal. With a mane of ink-colored hair that sprawled at his back like coiling tongues of fire, and a fascinating pair of violet eyes that shimmered in the night.

"Little ninjas, I missed you too," Mithras smiled and swung at the sky. The rumble of his hammer reverberating throughout the land and splitting the Spiritual World from the Weaver's Sanctuary…in one casual swing!

Silence dropped like a toy soldier. And as the world held its breath, in awe contemplating the Mortal Plane's separation from the Weaver's Authority, Mithras swept the audience, taking in the full measure…of his losses and regrets.

Good.

I will remember.

How can I forget?

And as hatred begets revenge, my vengeance now proceeds. My wrath must follow through. And with one picturesque example, make the world remember…to dread my fury.

My sister's tears.

My people's blood.

Degenerative wastes of space. Your nerve…frankly astonish me.

Mithras didn't say a word, yet all could tell his thoughts, in awe standing still…as the Devil made his entrance.

[Hidden Achievement: Triumvir…unlocked]

[Main Quest: Advent of the Devil…initialization]

[Main Quest…initialized!]