Chapter 117: Taking Up Other God's Champion For A Ride

Against the weather, twas the dark. Neither lantern or righteous spark, would persist the coming of molten anger that would only harden against itself.

The sky bowed to the champion.

The ground bowed to the champion.

But would it have what it takes to make a Deity bow?

"OUROBOROSSSS!"

With an open arm and a sly squint, the pseudo-deity in the pajamas had received her portions of angst where she wanted to wipe out a Citadel from the map if anyone were about to mess with her precious Domeniul Ceresc.

"My my, isn't it the cockroach of those so called Usurper. Whoops, I forgot that it was an insult to the cockroach for calling you lots as insects."

The angry guidance in the form of whisper made it through the ears of the red champion. "YOU! OUROBOROS! YOU TOOK MANY THINGS FROM THE ALMIGHTY LORD OF MINE! I'VE COME HERE TO MAKE YOU PAY!"

"... Do you have the slightest idea how little that narrows it down?"