Chapter 49
The sudden appearance of his younger sister, Isiris.
Seeing her now after a long period of silence following the recent orc rebellion, Ba’al questioned her with curiosity.
{Why have you suddenly shown up? What’s the reason for this unexpected visit?}
{I came urgently to report something regarding him… Seraphim.}
{What?}
The unexpected mention of Seraphim caught Ba’al off guard. Already troubled with thoughts of Seraphim, he now turned his full attention to Isiris’s words.
{What do you mean by something regarding Seraphim? Go on, tell me what happened.}
{Yes, as you may know, I was the one who suppressed the orc rebellion not long ago.}
{Of course, I remember. But what does that have to do with Seraphim?}
The orcs who claimed they were rebelling in the name of Seraphim’s faith were nothing more than mortal creatures. Ba’al didn’t see them as much of a threat.
However, as Isiris continued speaking, his expression slowly turned to one of shock.
{Wait… Are you saying that the orcs did that?}
{It’s true. While I was engaging their main forces, a significant number of orcs broke through the barrier and fled southward. Even though most of their forces were concentrated in the capital, for them to break through our stronghold and escape so easily… It had to have been someone else’s doing. I believe Seraphim may have temporarily bypassed the barrier and intervened directly.}
{No way…}
Baal already knew that Seraphim was an existence distinct from ordinary angels.
But even so, for Seraphim to interfere beyond the barrier that even Baal himself could not breach with sheer strength alone…
While it was possible to influence events indirectly through faith, even that had its clear limitations, which Baal was all too aware of.
More importantly, since this happened within his own domain, it only made Isiris’s claim that much more credible.
As his mind became increasingly tangled in confusion, Isiris, looking at B’aal, asked with concern.
{What shall we do? So far, it’s only been a matter of diverting the orcs, but we don’t know what he will do next. He might even disrupt our Great Enterprise…}
{That must not happen! Do you know how hard it was to get this opportunity? If we miss this cycle, we’ll have to wait several hundred years more!}
Isiris’s ominous words filled Ba’al with genuine concern.
He understood all too well that these seemingly trivial matters could, at times, lead to the worst possible outcomes.
This was an intuition, a foresight developed through his vast experience and knowledge—what some would call foreshadowing.
If he were to ignore it and act lightly, it could ruin everything. Thus, he felt the need to act pre-emptively and decisively.
And so…
{Speaking of which, Brother… I have a plan. Would you be willing to follow it?}
{A plan? What is it?}
Ba’al looked at her with curiosity.
At his inquiry, Isiris, in a rare display of unease, hesitated.
It was as if she wasn’t sure whether it was okay to speak of it.
Seeing her hesitation, Ba’al spoke firmly.
{It’s fine. Speak freely without hesitation. In times like these, every opinion is valuable.}
{…Understood. Then…}
Following Baal’s words, Isiris cautiously began to speak.
{As I mentioned earlier, we should use the orcs in the south.}
{!}
*
Isiris’s plan was as follows:
If they attacked the orcs in the southern regions of the Baro Empire, Seraphim would not sit idly by.
They could use this fact to set a trap.
They would weaken Seraphim’s power using magic designed to suppress angelic strength.
With Isiris, Baal, and the new God of War, Moloch—although still inexperienced—working together, they would launch a coordinated assault.
Even with Seraphim’s immense power, he would have no choice but to fall in the end.
{It’s a solid strategy. We can also take this opportunity to eliminate the rebellious orcs once and for all. It will serve as a good warning.}
{I thought the same. So, how shall we proceed?}
Baal nodded at Isiris’s plan.
In response to her question, Baal spoke calmly.
{We’ll proceed according to the plan. If the barrier alone cannot contain him, we will have to confront him directly. We’ll eliminate him and execute our Great Enterprise to become the rightful rulers of this world. Prepare yourself.}
{Understood, Brother.}
*
/Yes, I understand, Lord Baal./
After receiving the message from Baal…
/Haa…/
The woman known as Moloch—previously known as Golia when she was human—let out a heavy sigh.
‘A God… huh.’
Once a renowned warrior of the Blackset Empire, she was now wrestling with complex emotions after being transformed into a god.
Though she kept it to herself, the feeling of unfamiliarity with her new body—like wearing armour that didn’t fit right—continued to plague her, causing a subtle discomfort.
‘But… I must press on. I’ve finally been given this opportunity…’
Even if she was now a god, she was far from omnipotent and, in reality, was subservient to Baal.
Nevertheless, she resolved to fulfil her mission as commanded.
She had to, because only by doing so could she dare to demand the one thing she longed for…
That one thing Baal alone could grant her.
‘I will find you… I will… definitely…’
*
Late at night, under the veil of darkness.
An orc village situated in the southern region of the Baro Empire.
Although it was called a village, in the eyes of the orcs, it was nothing but a crude and savage settlement.
As Baal arrived in the skies above the village, he asked a question filled with mild curiosity.
{The barrier of the Baro Empire is turned off.}
{We’re trying to lure him out, aren’t we? We need to show some openings from our side for him to react decisively. Besides, it’s useless once we capture him anyway, so I ordered it to be turned off.}
{Well… I suppose that makes sense. Alright then. After all, this is your domain, so I’ll leave it up to you to handle.}
Since Isiris had ruled over the Baro Empire for centuries, Baal saw no reason to interfere with her internal matters.
And indeed, this was a clever tactic for ensuring the enemy would take the bait.
{I’ve already instructed the wizards to set up the magic circles.}
{Good. Then let’s begin.}
Baal began gathering divine energy into one of his hands.
A moment later, a streak of flame extended from his hand and descended toward the ground.
And then…
—BOOOOM!!!
A deafening explosion rang out as the ground instantly transformed into a hellscape of flames.
Watching the blazing inferno below, a faint smile appeared on Baal’s lips.
At that moment…
/Lord Baal./
{Heh… So you’ve come, after all.}
{…}
Baal let out a cold smile.
He could sense it.
A being was rapidly approaching this location.
It was a force that made even Baal himself feel a slight tingling sensation across his entire body.
/Hngh./
Meanwhile, Moloch stood in front of Baal, shield and spear in hand, adopting a defensive posture.
She was prepared to guard her master if necessary.
Not just because he trusted her, but because her mission and purpose depended on ensuring his safety.
A few moments later…
{!}
/Ugh…/
A massive figure appeared before them, radiating brilliant light.
Upon seeing it, Moloch felt chills run down her spine.
‘This… This is Seraphim…?’
The being stood over 100 meters tall, possessed six wings, and numerous crimson eyes that adorned its grotesque form.
And on top of that, the overwhelming divine power emanating from its body.
As she faced the very being she was tasked with killing, a single thought crossed Moloch’s mind.
‘This… this is a complete monster! How am I supposed to…’
As the God of War, she had become far stronger than she ever was during her time as the human warrior, Golia.
But even so, standing before it now, she felt as insignificant as a candle flickering in front of the sun.
Along with that, a new emotion began to rise within her.
It was a sense of betrayal that slowly climbed up her spine, along with a heavy, numbing fear.
‘They sent me to fight this thing? From the beginning, I was nothing more than a disposable pawn, wasn’t I?’
She had trusted Baal, who had always spoken sweet words to her.
But the stark, cold reality standing right in front of her made it clear—she was nothing more than a decoy, a mere means to buy time.
As these thoughts swirled in her mind…
She heard a voice.
The voice of Seraphim began to echo in her ears.
[It’s been a while. Let’s get started, shall we?]
Without the need for further conversation, Seraphim moved to take action.
Moloch hesitated, debating whether she should charge at him like a true warrior in a suicidal assault or retreat to reconsider her options.
But then…
{KUHHHHEEEAAAARRRGH!!!}
/?!?/
{!}
A sudden scream pierced through the air.
Startled by the sound coming from behind her, Moloch slowly turned around.
What she saw was…
{I-Isiris… W-What… What’s going on…?}
{Sorry, I betrayed you.}
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