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Chapter 81: 81:The Fish Head Evil God
Kael crouched down and began drawing cryptic runes into the dirt with his blood. The symbols glowed faintly.
Ramos frowned. "Hey, brat, what the hell are you doing?"
Kael didn’t even look up. "Mind your own business, old man."
Ramos turned to Baret and Gare. "What the hell is this brat up to?"
Baret shook his head. "I dunno."
Gare squinted at the symbols. "Looks like he’s trying to bypass the barrier."
Ramos huffed. "I know that, dumbass! I mean, where the hell did he learn all this?"
Baret and Gare shrugged. They too had no clue.They have seen their Lord engaging in books of scholarly things or taking interest about mages.
The suspense made Ramos more hysterical as he grabbed his hair wondering what is this shit.
Kael grinned as the runes flared up, glowing with a crimson light. The blood he used burned, sending a flare through the barrier making Ramos’ eyes widened in shock.
Kael stood up and dusted his hands. "Done."
He wasn’t the strongest for nothing. He studied. He learned. His friend, Steampunk, taught him runes and mana manipulation—that guy was a freaking genius when it came to magical innovation.
Kael turned to the knights. "Group up. Move slowly. I’ll go in first."
He stepped through the barrier.
The moment he did, everything changed.
The land was dark, cracked, and dead. The air smelled like rot. No grass. No life. Only a blackened wasteland, stretching endlessly under a blood-red sky.
Then he heard it—a scream.
He snapped his head toward the source and saw a man with hollow eyes, staring blankly.
And in front of him...
Marconi stood there, grinning, his staff humming with dark energy. "We unleash the Lord’s legion." His voice was twisted, cruel, like someone playing with ants before crushing them.
"The dead will rise."
"All who stand in our way will suffer."
His grin widened, madness seeping into his voice. "Even if we must kill a Grand Duke’s son, a Grand Duke himself—everyone will be purged."
His laughter filled the air, echoing through the cursed land.
Then—he stopped.
Baron Altross, standing beside him, froze.
Their heads snapped toward the entrance.
Kael stood there.
He tilted his head, a wild grin stretching across his face.
"Hah! That’s a great joke, old man."
Marconi’s face twitched. "What...?"
Baron Altross’ eyes bulged. "What the fuck?!"
Kael stepped forward, his boots crunching against the cursed ground. His sword rested lazily on his shoulder. His eyes burned with lunatic amusement.
"You two were planning a party, and you didn’t even invite me?" His voice dripped with mockery. "Tsk, tsk... how rude."
Marconi gritted his teeth. "How did you get in here?!"
Kael snickered. "Oh, that barrier?" He waved his hand dismissively. "I just used some special means... Heheheh!"
Then his eyes flicked behind them. His grin faltered.
His face twisted.
"Oi... what the fuck is that?"
Marconi followed his gaze and puffed up in pride. "You dare question the great Lord’s presence?! You filthy—"
"PERUUUUUUU!"
Kael screamed, jumping back in horror.
Marconi flinched. "What the—?!"
Kael burst into laughter. Wild, uncontrollable, psychotic laughter.
"Hahaha! No way!"
Baron Altross flushed red with rage. "The hell are you laughing at?!"
Kael clutched his stomach, tears forming at the corners of his eyes.
"This—THIS is your god?!"
Behind Marconi, standing tall and proud, was a statue of a fish-headed man.
Kael wheezed, barely able to breathe.
"You’re telling me... You worship that thing?!"
Marconi’s face twisted in rage. "How dare you! The mighty God of Death.Lord Peru is hell incarnate! You filthy bastard, don’t you dare—"
"HOLY SHIT! PERU?!"
Kael howled.
His body shook with laughter.
Baron Altross’ vein popped, his hands shaking in fury.
Kael wiped a tear from his eye. "No fucking way."
"You morons are worshiping a fishhead?! In desperate times, THIS is what you cling to?!"
His laughter grew wilder, echoing through the land.
"That pathetic fucker ran away from me, shitting his pants! And now you guys are here, praying to him?!"
He threw his head back in laughter making
Marconi’s face twisted in fury. The dark mist around him flared, his staff trembling with energy.
"You INSOLENT FOOL!" His voice boomed, filled with divine rage. "You dare mock the great Lord Peru?!"
Kael wiped a tear from his eye, still grinning like a lunatic. "Mock? MOCK?! Oh no, no, no—" He cackled, pointing at the statue. "This is an insult to me!"
He spread his arms. "I beat that bastard so hard he ran off to another dimension! And you guys—" He wheezed. "You guys are still out here licking his fins?"
Baron Altross’ face turned red, his veins bulging. "You arrogant son of a—"
Kael cut him off. "Oi, fish priest!" He jabbed a finger at Marconi. "Do you even know where your so-called ’great lord’ is right now?"
Marconi’s nostrils flared. "The Lord watches over us from the great void, waiting for the time to descend and—"
Kael snapped his fingers. "Ah, so you don’t know!" He clapped. "Perfect! Lemme educate you then—"
He leaned in, voice dropping to a whisper.
"Your mighty Lord Peru? He ain’t in some grand void."
He grinned madly. "He’s hiding. In some shitty-ass corner of reality, shaking in fear, praying to whatever bastard gods exist that I never find him again!"
Marconi’s hands trembled. "LIES! You spew BLASPHEMY!"
Kael’s grin widened. "Oh?" He tilted his head. "Then how about we call him here?"
Marconi staggered back. "W-what?!"
Kael spread his arms wide. "Go ahead, fish priest! Summon Peru!" His voice boomed through the wasteland. "Let’s see if he dares show his ugly fish face before me!"
Baron Altross gritted his teeth, his rage boiling over. "Enough of this madness!"
He drew his blade, the steel gleaming under the cursed sky. "I will cut your filthy tongue out!"
Kael’s expression snapped from amused to unhinged bloodlust.
"Ohhh?" He licked his lips, eyes gleaming wildly.
"You wanna go, huh?"
He raised his sword, resting it on his shoulder. His grip tightened.
"Come on then, Baron and Fish-Lover Priest," His voice was a low, hungry growl.
"Let’s fucking dance in the party."
