Netori: Stealing The Hero's Party!

Chapter 483 To Kill A Lesser God - Part 2



'Use this to kill him, slit his neck, slice him in half, stab him in the heart–just do something with it so his blood gets splashed!' Read new chapters at empire

Linkle's words still rang in Raven's ears as he watched the steel dragon's hand squeezing the life out of the little girl. He'd done his part and yet the creature kept going, refusing to let up even as his body was decaying.

"Help me one more time, will you?" Not entirely sure to whom he'd made that wish to, Raven grew a pair of wings and flew towards the scaly hand trying to drown the fox-girl. In that spectre of time, as he darted to the creature, his body erupted from within with a flood of darkness lent to him by a higher creature. The dark fairy form–the very same he'd forced out with Arche had taken over his real body and grabbed the dragon's hand from underneath.

Like a spirit with no legs, no eyes and silver veins running across his skin, Raven had grown closer to the fairy mother and his sharp toothy smile reflected that perfectly. Bleeding darkness from the mouth as his claws dug into the dragon's scales, he tore through his armor and drew a scream that rumbled the waves.

"LET HER GOOO!" Screaming with his voice distorted beyond recognition, the mage lifted his head and began eating through the dragon's flesh–all the while, holding it high up in the air.

"AUGGHHH!!! YOU PEST!!" Unable to move his hand, the dragon's iron face emerged from the ocean and so did his other hand. Like a war bull clad in armor made of dark scales, Aran had turned into a monster not entirely a dragon and neither completely human. "GET AWAY FROM ME!"

Using his free hand, he slapped Raven's body into the ocean–however, unlike the last time he'd done so, the mage came flying right back towards him. Aiming for his Aran's chest just as he had with the dark nail given to him by Linkle, Raven tore through the dragon's armor but couldn't quite get through its flesh.

"GWAHHH! NOT AGAIN!" Instinctively letting go of Choux as the pain shot through his chest like a bullet, Aran moved his hand to the bleeding wound and get Raven out of his chest. By this point, to his dismay, the fairy creature was clawing deeper into his body and eating away until it hit the cavity that housed Aran's heart.

Realizing what was happening the instant he felt the pain ease up a little, Aran's burning eyes widened with shock. Frozen with terror at the thought of what would come soon enough, he began banging his chest to somehow hurt the mage who'd torn a path straight to his heart. But when that didn't work, his eyes turned to the others still floating in the ocean.

"COME OUT NOW OR I'LL KILL THEM AT ONCE!" He screamed while taking a deep breath. Holding the air, he drew the same straight as he'd done before to shoot out the burning light. His mouth began to blow and his neck turned translucent, the power even bled through the gaps in his razor teeth, but as he went on to blow it all out, Raven grabbed the nail that had only gone skin deep and punched it deep inside the dragon's cold heart.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

The moment the necklace was deep into the dragon's heart, Aran choked on the power he'd been gathering and it blew half of his face off. Shrieking like a banshee, he thrashed about in the ocean with only half of his teeth and face still intact. Bleeding into the ocean with his melted face, he crushed through the pain as the poison from the dark nail began spreading through his very soul.

Corrupting him from the inside, that small part of the god of death started to turn his flesh to coal and ran his veins dry. And as the corruption grew higher and higher up from his chest, an ethereal pull from the other side began sucking him into himself. At the same time, being blasted away from inside the dragon's body, Raven was sent flying across Lantherem.

"WH-WHAT'S HAPPENING TO ME?! N-NO! I-IT HURTSS! AUGHH!" Feeling his throat going dry and his scales and skin flaking off of his body, Aran tried to claw a hole into his neck to breathe but before he could his hands got paralysed from a lack of blood. Looking down at his hand in horror at what would soon happen to the rest of his body, he tried to heal himself–even attempted to turn back into a human, but his soul had been far too twisted for any of it to work.

Turning his head to the warriors staring up at him from the ocean, he clenched his anger and growled before his head turned into stone.

"T-THIS ISN'T OVER! I'LL HAVE YOUR HEADS! I'LL AVENGER MY PE-opleee…GAAHAWWAHHH!" Choking on his words as his existence turned to coal and ash, Aran fell into the ocean and caused a wave taller than himself to come crashing down on the baffled bystanders.

As the wave landed on their heads, everyone still floating in the ocean was sent miles deep into the water, unconscious. Thankfully for them, however, the merfolk began gathering them up and carried them to the now-destroyed island. The lighthouse had been toppled by the strong waves, the water had ruined the harvest, and little housing the land still had had now been turned to ruins not fit for living.

An hour would pass before anyone would come to their senses, and in the meantime, Aran's body would continue to poison the ocean. The souls trapped inside him would've already escaped, and the goddess' nail would've served its purpose. King of Aranuvia, Aran–Or rather Mathew Dyliggan was no more and it was time for his people as well as that of the Djinn's, to either make peace with the others or die fighting for those islands.

'I'll make sure they make the right choice and serve me into an age of peace for the sake of their children.'

But with Athenia looming above them as judge, the illusion of choice could only lead to one place.


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