Chapter 51
Ba’al was shattered into pieces and completely annihilated.
However, his final moments left me with a deep sense of bewilderment.
The words he uttered in his dying breath:
“Experience points… Data fragments… Arrangements of numbers…”
These were terms I never expected to hear in this world,
And through these words, I realized that this Baal…
He was not an ordinary deity of this world.
“A Transmigrator…”
A being presumed to have come to this world through a similar route as mine.
Although I couldn’t figure out the exact details, unlike me, who lacked any special knowledge about this world, it seemed like he had some understanding of this world as if it were a game… or something similar.
“I’ve heard stories like this before…”
Virtual reality games, visual novels, or even novels where protagonists enter the worlds of stories they’ve read – this was a common trope I had seen back in my previous life in web novels or comics.
In that sense, as Baal mentioned, this world might indeed have a game or novel serving as its motif…
But as of now, I had no way to find out.
Regrettably, I didn’t have any “prior knowledge” of this world that could serve as a clue.
“Damn… I should have kept him alive somehow and made him talk…”
I couldn’t help but frown.
Although he was my enemy for now, if he was indeed a Transmigrator like me, things could have been different.
This meant that Baal was also once a human.
I don’t know how he ended up like this, but the fact that he was fundamentally human implied that there was a way to delve into his past.
Moreover, since we were both Transmigrators, there was a chance we could find some common ground,
And there could have been other ways to approach the situation.
Even if there were no such possibilities, and the outcome was to deliver judgment for his past crimes,
It would have been right to at least extract all the information I could before dealing with him.
However,
Regrettably, before I could do anything, he had died.
Burning all the power he possessed,
And attempting something unknown.
Although I didn’t know exactly what it was, I had a vague feeling it wasn’t anything good.
“Damn… should I have approached it more cautiously? Treating him as an enemy and being overly aggressive was a mistake.”
Feeling dirty despite my victory,
I coldly stared at the spot where Baal, now turned to ashes, had disappeared.
Even though he was dead, the thought that there might be other Transmigrators among the high-ranking beings of this world lingered in my mind.
At that moment,
/Kwuegh!!/
[?]
A scream echoed in my ears.
My gaze instinctively moved in that direction.
{Kneel, you dog of Baal.}
/Kugh…/
Isiris pointed her blood-stained spear at him.
At the tip of the spear, which was crackling with lightning, knelt the god who had accompanied Baal.
According to Isiris’s information, he was a newly ascended God of War.
“What was his name… Moloch, wasn’t it?”
Regardless, he was an underling of the enemy.
I briefly thought about it and then approached him.
[Move aside.]
{Yes, Seraphim.}
Isiris stepped back at my command.
I then took a moment to observe him closely.
/Kugh… kill me…/
[…]
Muttering some lines I felt I’d heard somewhere before, he emitted a faint divine aura.
Honestly, compared to Isiris or Anumaeshi, who I had defeated previously, he seemed far weaker.
However, being a god, his power was still far superior to Arc Royle.
With that thought in mind, I spoke to him in a calm voice.
[If you wish, I can spare your life.]
/What… did you say?/
Moloch’s expression wavered slightly at my words.
But soon, she hardened her expression and replied in a resolute voice.
/Don’t try to seduce me with your sweet words! Do you think I don’t know? You’re planning to XX me and XX me to XX, aren’t you? I would rather die here than be violated by a monster like you!/
[…Isiris, is that all that goes on in your heads, you so-called gods?]
{What do you mean by “that”? It’s common sense to use prisoners of war as breeding tools in war, isn’t it? Fertility is a symbol of prosperity. The more you reproduce, the more prosperous you are. Oh… of course, I don’t really enjoy doing it myself, so I haven’t done it even once. Just like you, Seraphim.}
[…]
The more I dig into it, the more headache-inducing the story becomes.
I thought there would be many things to teach, like with Arc Royle … no, perhaps even more so, as I spoke to Isiris.
[It’s not really a matter of preference… In any case, Moloch, I do not engage in such acts as you think. A relationship without love is nothing but filthy promiscuity to me. I swear this on my name. I can promise you that much.]
/!… Um…/
Moloch hesitated for a moment, reflecting on my words.
And then, after a brief pause, she looked up at me and spoke with a trembling voice.
/… If you go that far to say it… I understand…/
Seeing her bow her head without further resistance,
I inwardly sighed in relief, realizing that I didn’t have to kill her here and now.
‘Thank goodness… It would have left a bad taste in my mouth if she hadn’t surrendered…’
Killing an innocent being is not something I want to do, even if I am an archangel.
Especially since Isiris is still necessary for the time being, unlike her, Moloch had only recently become a god.
According to Isiris, she was once a human warrior from the Blackset Empire who recently ascended to godhood, and she hasn’t committed any evil deeds before or after becoming a god.
Immediately after successfully bringing Moloch under my command,
I contacted Arc Royle right away.
[Have the four strongest among your daughters stand by. I’ll have a task for them soon.]
-[Understood, Seraphim.]
Now that Baal is dead, there would be a mountain of matters to take care of.
As the king of gods, Baal dominated countless lesser gods and ruled over the human world.
Since he vanished overnight, I, as the one who annihilated him, had to clean up the aftermath.
First, I needed to subdue the lesser gods alongside Isiris.
Then, I had to establish proper rules in this wretched world…
With that in mind, I began to move towards the Pantheon, Baal’s former stronghold, following Isiris’s guidance.
But then—
{!? What… what is this?}
Isiris’s expression turned into one of shock.
And not only Moloch, who was accompanying us, but even I couldn’t help but frown at the scene before us.
The Pantheon,
The grand structure floating in mid-air, befitting its name as the sanctuary of gods,
Looked vastly different from Heaven in terms of architectural style. It was much smaller in scale compared to Heaven’s structures, but still grand enough to be called the palace of the gods.
However, at this very moment,
The place was neither glorious nor magnificent.
Flames.
The entire Pantheon was engulfed in black flames.
Screams, presumably belonging to gods, echoed from everywhere.
The black flames consuming the Pantheon continued to grow more intense.
{Damn it! How did this place end up like this…?}
With a panicked expression, Isiris swiftly flew toward the Pantheon,
And I followed right behind her.
At this moment, I felt an intense discomfort, as if something was scratching at my very instincts…
***
{! T-that is?}
{Huff… Huff…}
A figure barely escaping from the Pantheon.
A being with a woman’s form, covered in injuries and struggling to breathe.
She had orange hair.
It was Asemos,
Baal’s wife and the goddess that Anumaeshi had previously coveted.
Seeing her, Isiris rushed toward her in a hurry.
{Sister Isera!}
Landing urgently beside the injured goddess, Isiris unleashed her divine power and began healing her wounds.
{I… Isiris?}
{Sister, what happened? Why is this place… like this?}
{Th-that’s… Suddenly, the Sacred Flame in the Pantheon exploded, and then…}
{The Sacred Flame?}
The Sacred Flame,
The core of Baal’s long-term plan and the concentration of immense divine power.
It always flickered with a blue light, and now, upon hearing that it had exploded, Isiris had a rough idea of what happened.
‘That bastard Baal… If he wanted to die, he could’ve done so quietly. Why did he have to cause this mess!’
Grinding her teeth in anger, Isiris’s expression twisted with rage.
Then—
-Whoosh!!
{Huh?}
She suddenly felt a murderous intent directed at her.
Isiris quickly turned her gaze toward it.
What she saw was a black spear flying straight toward her.
The spear carried an ominous power. Isiris instinctively moved to defend herself.
But,
She was currently focusing all her energy on healing her “sister” in front of her.
It was impossible for her to divert her power to defend in time.
‘Ah… No…!’
Reflexively, Isiris covered herself.
At that moment—
-Flash!!!
The black spear exploded in midair.
The red flash that came flying in erased the spear without leaving a trace.
Seeing this, Isiris instinctively knew what had happened.
{Se… Seraphim?}
[Step back. I will handle them.]
{Huh? Handle… who?}
Isiris expressed confusion.
However, she soon realized what Seraphim was talking about.
{T-that… that’s…}
Dark figures were emerging from the centre of the burning Pantheon.
Even to Isiris, a God herself, these beings evoked an instinctive sense of repulsion.
Glaring at them with a deadly divine power, Seraphim spoke.
[Demons.]
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