Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

Chapter 170: Bhaira's Rampage!

The Heavenly Demon didn't fear anyone outside the Triumvirate. But to say he could singlehandedly take down three Wrathful Gods without suffering sickening losses is a big fat lie. But now he didn't have to. The situation had taken a turn for the better…because help had arrived in the form of a most dreadful ally:

The Goddess of Iron Maidens and Mistress of Victory…Bhaira!

Akin to a Valkyrie straight out of myths and legends, Bhaira wore a gilded galea helmet, her draconic eyes shining brighter than the morning light as she swept her three "siblings."

Just like the three traitors, Bhaira had a blazing star flashing above her, a golden sun in her case. But the intensity of her light eclipsed Heruka, Ahriman and Ananta combined. This wasn't about power levels. But as the Heavenly Demon's eyes darted between Bhaira and her brethren, it became painfully clear that the three traitors' stars were just for show.

Bhaira's on the other end was a massive power boost. Why?

"We have been disconnected from Mithras for an eternity. Why is His Light still shining so bright in you?" Unable to suppress the rollercoaster of frustration blowing up her chest, Ananta asked. The 1,000-headed dragoness' eyes glowing green with envy as she watched her sister channel powers she no longer had access to.

"Because I'm not a fuck up," Bhaira replied with a masterful mix of sass and style. Her halberd swung upwards, cleaving Ananta in two! Ananta's Inversion Skill and Nirvana Secret kicked in instantaneously, bringing the bisected parts together and healing the murderous slash. At least that was the initial. But the scar that now burned and festered on Ananta's chest made that plan unrealistic.

The humongous shadow of a draconic creature formed behind Ananta. Its equine frame and golden mane reminiscent of Mithras' Planetary Dragon Horse mutation.

Moving faster than the mortal mind could fathom, Bhaira blitzed Ananta, isolating both in a pocket dimension as a cluster of celestial bodies formed underneath her Wrathful Incarnation.

Ananta's healing powers had no match outside the Triumvirate. Yet the Bhaira that had dealt such an injury to her in one slash was just a clone. The real one stood behind her, about to obliterate Ananta…with the Right of Annihilation!

The Wrathful Gods couldn't believe it. Ba'al Agan, however, had foreseen this result. Exploiting the mayhem caused by Bhaira to target the only threat on the opposing side:

Ahriman—quickly trapping the Wrathful God of Malice in a pocket dimension!

Heruka now faced a dilemma. Assist Ananta or Ahriman.

Since he now had to break into pocket dimensions formed by two of the strongest beings in the universe, Heruka couldn't multitask. He had to choose one and choose fast. His body moved on instinct, breaking into Bhaira's dimension with the Divine Secrets to rescue Ananta!

Alas…it didn't take five blows for Heruka to realize…he'd made a critical lapse of judgment.

"If you think you can trade blows with me, you are living in a false reality. Ahriman might have a chance, but you two are weak. So weak that you are no longer qualified to call yourselves Wrathful Gods!" Bhaira's halberd swung with infinite destructive power, each blow making Heruka shake and retreat in defeat.

Just a clone. A clone had that much power? Then what about the Wrathful Incarnation? The answer came the moment next. Bhaira's celestial bodies and astral armaments blasting through Ananta and reducing her true form to ashes!

Injuring a God is hard. Destroying them damn near impossible. But in less than the time it took to smoke a reefer, a Dharma Protector's true form…had been wiped out.

Explore more stories at m,v l'e-NovelBin.net

Though Bhaira's skin paled from releasing that forbidden skill, the result spoke for itself.

As the Wrathful Goddess of Oblivion and Mistress of the Void, Ananta didn't believe anyone in creation could surpass her in Spatial Manipulation. Not outside the Triumvirate.

But Bhaira's pocket dimension gave her no way out. Even in her field…Bhaira was better? Heruka came to the rescue, activating the skills of the Blood Pantheon against his will, and beheading Bhaira's clone!

"Ha, you're finally waking up from your dream and using your true skills. Sweet…now I don't have to kill a bum.

Lesson of the day. There are only two true pantheons. The Fate and Astral Pantheons—with a variety of Thrones granted by Mithras and Marduk to their creations.

The notion that the Wrathful Gods cannot be surpassed in their domains only makes sense for those of us who do own our Thrones! But you two are just borrowing the Authority and can be replaced anytime. So why is it so hard to believe I can surpass you in your fields with proper training?

Hubris is a tragic ailment." Bhaira sneered, and to Heruka's shock, surrounded him in a flawless Fractal Blood Field. She didn't even bother to unleash her Divine Fantasy, breaking down the Red God's every move with his own skills!

Ananta tried to recast her body, but Bhaira gave her no chance, singlehandedly disciplining two Wrathful Gods like it was nothing.

"Don't bother. While you were busy playing with the faiths of mortals and divines, I spent a billion-plus years training in isolation. At the highest level, Sid is king. And the gap between your combined Sid levels and mine…now numbers in the billions." Bhaira didn't mince her words. Silencing Heruka's struggle with gold and scarlet chains before crushing his skull in her gigantic claws.

"Heruka, I'm starting with you. So, it was you, you little bitch. No wonder. I've blamed Mithras and the Lord for an eternity but turns out that it is because of you three hussies that my big sister went mad. And for what? What did you gain from blowing Marduk's meat?

Did it taste like a lollipop? Son of a bitch. Insects are so insufferable. Whenever things are not going your way, you need to find a giant to lash out at and curse for your weakness.

No wonder Radu became Mithras' First Devotee. A Wrathful God couldn't compete with a standard Blood God.

What a shameful affair," Bhaira spat in disdain. Ripping Heruka apart and catching both his and Ananta's Divine Roots!

Ba'al Agan had yet to end Ahriman, but her allies had become dead meat already. The result spoke for itself. The gap between Bhaira and her siblings…had reached astronomical proportions.

The Lord's First Adversary? Nonsense. Ahriman…you might not even be worth half of me. Yet you dare to call yourself the Lord's Adversary?

Stupid. One worse than the other…but all impossibly dumb! Only Vritra was innocent. But at the end of it all…it is Vritra who suffered the most! Why? Because you're all fuck ups!

Now even my Lord is getting disrespected…and my sister's return…delayed by you baseborn curs!

Enough of this nonsense. All of you can die!

Bhaira's rage set the interstellar void ablaze. Her halberd crossing dimension rifts and hacking through Ahriman's shoulder while Ba'al Agan pierced through their skull!