It's… It's over. I won. He… He just wouldn't die. He just wouldn't stop. And now… now I'm going to die too. Fuck. I'm going to die. I'm actually going to die today…
Orin had so much more to do. He wanted to destroy this building. He had such plans. But it seems he cannot do what he wants. There are still forces in this world who fight against God's righteousness.
The blond man is just standing with his arm and leg gone, with the help of his mana exoskeleton. He feels nothing still, no pain at all. He does however feel joy as he sees the head separated from the body of his enemy. It rolled onto the floor for half a turn before turning to face away from him, blood gushing from its neck stump.
He might have actually wanted to see the face of that whelp, but it seems it wasn't in God's plan for him.
He knows what happens when someone gets decapitated. An utter agony for a few brief seconds of life before their end. A few moments of endless despair. For this one here, this demihuman-loving race mixing wretch brimming with vitality, this agony would be nearly unending.
Then, he would make his way into the oceans of hell. God was not done with him. He would face the writhing demons of the deep, the children of Acquae. The Acquaen children in the real world were ruthless and cruel towards humanity as it was, so how would Osva craft them to be against those humans who betrayed humanity even to their deaths?
"Ha… haha…"
However, Orin himself has nothing left except his pleasure in the suffering of his enemy. He cannot reinitialize even a portion of his body enhancement biomancy. He cannot continue to support his mana exoskeleton either. The dimly glowing crystalline architecture slowly starts to dissipate as if melting before finally evaporating into nothing.
His back lands on the ground softly as he breathes with difficulty. Thankfully, he is numb to sensation due to his application of healing magic in the form of his earlier pain dampening.
Even though he cannot feel it, his lung is still punctured. He feels numbness creeping up his body from the perforation left in his gut from his own mana blade. His blood is slowly leaving him from that wound there and even the raging mana is completely gone.
There is no chance for him to "self-destruct", as was his fail-safe to force maximum saboteur casualty. There is also no chance for him to pull out any more magic incantations, artifacts or alchemical concoctions. He doesn't know if he is happy or sad by this outcome.
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It is only an outcome where he dies in the end; his lifetime ends today. He wonders to himself if this was worth it. Was it worth it to die like this against that little traitorous rat?
No. He's not so small after all. He's a monster in a human form. For all I know, he was going to kill the entire organization. He… was too dangerous. Not just to us, but to the nobility too. All dangerous elements like him must be extinguished before humanity's culmination can be achieved. Before our holy war can commence, humanity must be united.
Reality had changed for Orin and the Twin Moons when the Federation had declared the start of the war against the Empire. Finally, after ten thousand years of human stagnancy, the world had taken a step forward in the right direction. It had taken the death of a wretched whore goddess, the mortal enemy of humanity. The being that was stopping all progress for humanity’s growth.
This new era would be the time when powerful monsters would be born and the old guard protecting a stale status quo would die. Orin was hoping that he would be among the former but he is neither. He is nothing but an afterthought as the new world struggles to be born…
He was going to serve in the war once the first wave of the Federation's army departed for the shores of the demon continent. He was going to pillage and rape as much as he had wanted to. He was going to face battles that would excite his soul as he had always wanted to. He was going to truly live as he was meant to, as all human men were meant to.
He was going to have some real fun over there against those that his Lord God had deemed to be an enemy race for millennia. At least, before the hammer fell on the Empire for good.
Orin knew that the nobility might not be so keen on enacting a genocide when they could instead get a whole new class of slave, the colonized demihumans of the continent as well as the demons. But, he did not for a single moment underestimate the Empire and their demons.
After all, they existed for ten thousand years and successfully pushed back the Federation's heroes at every turn. They were a malicious and vile people but they successfully protected their races of beastkin and draconids from Federation capture and enslavement during that time. I wouldn’t dare underestimate their devious cunning even if their goddess had died.
He knew that the races of the Empire were just as intelligent as humans were, though sufficiently more cruel. There were others in the Twin Moons who shared this view including their venerated noble commander.
However, it was simply the destiny of the non-humans to be subjugated by those who had all the power remaining in their hands and theirs alone. Without their goddess protecting them, they, the “free” demihuman races, would have to use their own bodies to protect their freedom.
With their wily minds, he knew the Empire would put up a decent struggle. One that would likely reach the shores of the federation. There would be terrorist attacks and massacres on both sides, but the Empire was treacherous, as a nation with that Demon Emperor at its helm.
They would make moves that would be unspeakably cruel and malicious. It would make what I did out of necessity look like a walk through a meadow. How interesting would that sight have been? It would only be a series of nails in their Empire’s coffin.