Hero of Darkness-Chapter 876 Unwarranted Decision

Mors continued to watch the fiery-haired man on the blood-screen with interest before turning to Kravel, revealing his previous intentions. The War Deity on the other hand was shaken after noticing this certain individual's immense potential that could even rival the current Demon Emperor whom even the 4 Soveirgns were finding problematic to kill.

"Yes. If granted proper blessings and given his inner thought process that already aligns with the Law of Slaughter… he does have the potential to be as strong as the Demon Emperor." spoke Kravel in a cautious voice.

"But he does need the True Demon bloodline for it. And the Demon Monarch rank bloodline at that, the one only current Demon Emperor and his 12 Rakshasas have in the world.

To his remark, Mors scoffed loudly and reprimanded…

"Are you looking down on me, Kravel?

Did you forget who I was before I became a Deity?"

Kravel sighed instead of getting agitated by this haughty response.

"Yes, but even though none of them were your descendants… a single drop of your blood caused transmutation and a few millennia later, it gave rise to a whole new species." stated the War Deity.

"To be honest, I had initially considered the Demon Emperor as my 2nd Apostle, but as he was created by the Demon God, our world wouldn't allow me or any deity to associate with him." Mors said, his tone somber.

Kravel, the War Deity, was stunned by Mors' revelation, unable to believe what he heard.

"You don't mean to say..." Kravel trailed off, unable to continue speaking due to the sheer amount of disbelief.

With a mixture of shock and horror on his entire countenance, Kravel finally asked…

"You were planning to join the Demon God?!"

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The atmosphere in the realm had grown increasingly tense as Mors revealed his intentions of joining forces with the Demon God. Even the War Deity himself was taken aback by the news, his expression reflecting his confusion and concern.

The other deities were unaware of the potential ramifications of such an alliance, but the War Deity had faced the Deity of Slaughter himself and knew all too well the consequences that could come with such a decision.

As the gravity of the situation began to sink in, Mors spoke up with a casual indifference that only served to further unsettle the group.

"That'd be fun, wouldn't it?" he said, seemingly unfazed by the weight of his words.

"To go against all the Gods just for your amusement...you truly have gone mad." the War Deity's face darkened as he responded.

Mors merely shrugged in response, his nonchalance in stark contrast to the concern etched on the faces of those around him.

"Why not?" he said.

"I wasn't on the side of the Gods in the first place."

The room fell into an uneasy silence as the War Deity attempted to convince Mors to reconsider his alliance with the God of Darkness.

Despite an hour of discussion, the two were unable to come to an agreement, and the War Deity eventually decided to leave.

As he prepared to depart, the War Deity issued a stern warning to Mors.

"Don't complicate things." he said.

"The last thing we need is another Demon Emperor who could upset the delicate power balance of the world."

Swoom!!

With the void crack closing behind him, Mors couldn't contain his satisfaction, a sinister grin forming beneath his helmet.

It was evident that he had his own twisted agenda, separate from the concerns of the War Deity and the Gods.

"Romulus..." Mors spoke, his voice tinged with a mix of fascination and anticipation.

"He is already a unique individual with the bloodline of Fenrir running through his veins. Such potential for entertainment." yet Mors paused for a moment, reflecting on the past.

"For the past 80 years..." he continued somberly.

"Romulus has been consumed by his duties as a leader, dedicated to safeguarding his tribe and protecting his empire."

A hint of empathy crept into Mors' voice as he mused further.

"Perhaps he is just afraid." he said, his tone tinged with understanding.

"Afraid of losing yet another home, another family, just as he did when the Abyss Empire was destroyed."

In that moment, Mors unintentionally revealed a glimpse into his Apostle's traumatic past. It was a revelation that shed light on the origins of Romulus's apprehension, the lingering pain of past losses still weighing heavily on his soul.

"But I need someone else to keep me occupied." he spoke in an exhausted tone, tired of boredom.

"Velsharoon, the Deity of Necromancy and Indra, the Sky Deity also chose a new Apostle just a couple of years ago. Many other deities have chosen members of Hero parties as their new apostles even if they didn't deserve it or met the conditions.

And even those dwarf Blacksmithing Deities also recently chose 2 Apostles at once as well; so why can't I?" he spoke, reasoning with himself while looking for a valid justification.

"It's not like this world is going to last for more than 2 decades anyway." he spoke nonchalantly and an ominous smile formed on his face underneath the helmet.

eαglesnovel`c,om Now that Kravel warned him not to do it, Mors was even more fired up.

Finally, he waved his hand and the warrior fighting the grotesque battle suddenly disappeared from Vantrea.

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An intense dark red aura erupted as Mors summoned this red-haired individual.

"Welcome to my Realm of Carnage.

I'm your friendly and magnanimous Deity of Slaughter, Mors." he said with a grandiose gesture.

But the very next moment…

BOOM!!

The summoning of the red-haired individual had triggered an explosive release of energy, causing the surrounding area to shake and tremble with its raw power. As the terrifying aura spread outwards, it engulfed everything within a 10-kilometer radius, leaving nothing untouched.

However, the source of this energy explosion was not just the summoning itself, but the transformation that followed. As the red-haired individual was consumed by the overwhelming power, they underwent a metamorphosis unlike any other.

Two enormous horns burst forth from their forehead, blazing with an intense flame that seemed to consume everything in its path. A massive demonic face with red eyes emerged from the swirling energy, contorted with a terrifying expression of pure rage.novelbuddy.com

But it was their physical form that truly left Mors and those around him stunned. The summoned individual grew to a monstrous size, towering over the landscape at an astounding 500 meters tall and 200 meters wide. Their entire body was covered in black bone-like armor that extended over their shoulders, arms, chest, legs, and back.

But to the Deity of Slaughter who watched this transformation, a new feeling arose in his mind.

It was a feeling of Pride.