34. A new Religion

The God of Trade was furious screaming inside the evangels heads’ endlessly.

“Stop shouting already, you were the one who gave him powers, power to a madman who abused them for violence!” Mercurius thought in fury.

“Damn it, I hate how you are right,” the God of Trade seethed.

“What’s done is done,” Mardonius said aloud, hearing the God but not Mercurius, “we need to focus on what we can do, it’s better for us that he worships something else, he tarnishes our name if he worships the God of Trade, and openly says it.”

“Aye!” The other evangels said in assent.

Mercurius had recently found a girlfriend, a brunette with whom he shared a lot of love. The woman was named Ethra, a beauty with a nicely shaped rear and a cheerful disposition. Given the news of Spendius’s betrayal of the religion, it came as a big shock when Ethra teleported right next to Mercurius.

“It seems the God of Trade is wise after all,” she quipped.

Mercurius kissed and hugged her in a way that the others laughed at, it was a pure emotion of delight. He was pure in his feelings for her.

“Do not get yourself in harms way my angel,” Mercurius said, “for this is a most brutal arena.”

“The arena of life is brutal, I hear that this betrayer is most proficient with death,” Ethra said.

Everyone murmured assent.

“The evangels to the God of Trade formed Yerek, and they shall continue to form Yerek, continuing the mission that was left, we must defeat the God of Battle, the God of Order, Church and Truth and of course the God of Light. All of them are our foes…” she said.

Again everyone murmured their agreement. Yerek organised southern expeditions, Nichomachus and Salutius bribed populations of the extreme south in the Kingdom of Kanem to join the God of Trade, Water and Farming, bringing vast amounts of goods to undermine the stability of the realm. The council of evangels had deemed the God of Light kingdom to the south to be a liability to stability, and so opted to destabilise the realm. Again the same playbook was followed, slaves were bought and freed, the urban poor of their cities were given food and water, and statues of the religion. In stark contrast to the God of Battle, very little blood was shed, they bribed the locals into following the new religion, annd follow it they soon did.

Meanwhile Spendius was in the main camp of the Hunur presented with a trophy he had not bargained for. The wife of the previous ruler Vistra, dressed in hides and furs presented herself to the new ruler.

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“Your son shall not be harmed,” Spendius said, seeing the five year old creep behind her mother’s figure.

“Your grace, I wish only to serve, the strong must rule, and I only wish to continue the line of the strong.”

A black haired woman with almost black eyes, she looked at the new ruler of Hunur suggestively, grinning.

“I am the clan leader of the Vizi, and I shall pledge my allegiance to you, ’Spendius’ devotee to the God of Battle,” she said.

“Sir word has reached us that Mehmet’s army is near Hisar!” A scout said.

“I will take care of it, I just need to do something first,” Spendius said.

Spendius looked at the woman, the child went to play with other children, and Spendius followed the buxom raven haired woman to her tent, thinking of making his own. A mere rogue not that long ago, he pinned down the woman with her consent. She had a hairy cunt that was wet with anticipation. The crazed eyes locked with the dark eyes before him, slotting himself inside of her warmth. She took off her top clothes, pressing her tits on his chest, as he moved inside of her from above. He had been subtle about going into her tent, using his God Power to whisk both of them in there without anyone noticing; he smacked aggressively inside of her and she moaned before he grabbed her hair and did her from behind. Spendius’s penis was squeezed tightly, occasionally using his powers for battle to go just that bit quicker, grabbing her raven hair and then shoulders. He shuddered inside of her, and she licked it for it to go hard again before putting him on one of her chairs and bouncing on his lap. She orgasmed shortly after, and he would again much to her amusement. His sperm rolling out and staining her pussy hairs.

“Ruler of Hunur, Mendek,” she said, engaging in a kiss, “remember I am the queen of Hunur. Vistra. Your children,” she said pointing to her vagina, “will rule this place. Will succeed you.”

He grabbed her rear and laughed. She giggled and purred in a kiss.

“For sure,” he laughed.

He did up his trousers and quickly left to go campaigning.

Spendius rode 10,000 Hunur cavalry down south to Hisar to relieve the siege. It would take him three days with his troops, so he simply sped along and joined the garrison of some 3000. Rather than wait for reinforcements he chose to sally out in what seemed like the stupidest decision a commander could make. The commander Ahmet was taken out in a daring raid, before his 1000 cavalry began racking up casualties on the siege lines. Such brazenness had the Uruq confused. Their officers were killed with throwing knives and spears, Spendius could afford to be reckless with his spending of God Power, taking out commander after commander and starting fires in many places in the camp. What should have been an obvious victory for the Uruq turned into a nightlong slog, at the end of which 5000 Hunur cavalry came to truly finish the job, strafing arrows into beleaguered men and then running down stragglers. With no chain of command, orders were not given on how to resist Spendius. 1000 of Spendius’s spearmen had died, but it had allowed practically all the 40,000 to be ruthlessly hunted by Spendius and his cavalry. The God of Battle was extremely pleased. Spendius redirected the 10,000 Hunur cavalry to besiege Caer which soon fell to Mendek forces. Spendius had made Mendek annex Hunur totally, and defeat three large armies, now openly taking Uruq settlements. In this moment a rider came riding to him breathlessly.

“The Chenep are attacking!”

“Of course they are,” he said, he whistled, “your men are to preach the God of Battle is true and take the towns along the road, don’t waste yourselves on forts.”

“Of course sir,” the officer said dutifully.

“I am going to assist our eastern border.”

And off he rode, hurtling at inhuman speeds that the horse could only handle for the grace of the God of Battle.