In the distance, the disfigured corpse growled. The unexpected hammer strike has hit it hard, but not enough to land a severe blow.
Growling, the corpse first eyed its food - Flame King - the one who would free it from this cursed state. Then it moved its gaze to Kiba, the only obstacle between it and its freedom.
"Get...lost..." The corpse commanded, almost like a whisper but with a voice that was like sharp nail scratching glass.
"No, I don’t want to," Kiba replied with a smile. "But I would appreciate it if you can leave."
The corpse responded by flicking its fingers out. Threads of black flames appeared and crisscrossed with each other. The corpse further motioned its hand, and the net sped forward, causing space to literally melt like it was made of wax.
Kiba pumped his strength into the hammer. Golden thorns protruded out of the hammerhead, and as the net reached him, he stuck out.
The net shook, but it didn’t lose its momentum. It stretched to envelop and tighten around Kiba even as most of its threads were cut by the hammer thorns.
Far away, Flame King’s eyes constricted, and he shouted in horror.
"Watch out!"
Because the very moment the hammer bashed into the net, the corpse appeared behind Kiba, as if by instant teleportation.
The corpse opened its grotesque mouth and lowered it at Kiba’s neck, its sharp teeth ready to stab in and tear the insides.
Only now, the flame net faded, but Flame King knew it was too late. The corpse’s speed was too fast, thanks to its flame abilities.
Kiba was done for!
At least, that’s what Flame King expected to see, but then his eyes popped out.
BANG
The corpse was smashed into the ground!
"W-what the hell happened?!" Flame King looked dumbstruck.
Just when Kiba’s neck was about to be torn, wings emerged from his back, and his powers reached cosmic level.
He has transformed to his Holy Form!
He raised his hammer above his head without turning around and struck it behind him, hitting the corpse’s head.
"An angel! He’s really an angel!" Flame King said with awe.
His confidence soared, and he concluded he would survive. There was no reason to fear!
At the same time, the corpse threw out gravel from its mouth. It has planned to sneakily end Kiba to avoid wasting time in a needless confrontation.
But never expected it would be once again hit by the hammer. This time it even felt a sharp pain.
Lifting its head, it gazed at Kiba’s back, its eyes bursting with black flames. The human hasn’t even turned around after smashing it to the ground!
Sure power Cosmic swept off him, making it seem he was the center of the universe, but he was still a human. No amount of strength justified this attitude in front of a being from the Celestial Elysian Plane.
"You aren’t even...a half-blood... and so... c.o.c.ky," The corpse said in its unique sharp voice. "You are...going to... pay."
With every second, the corpse’s strength was rising. While every corpse here has an impressive background, its was even more special. Otherwise, its legacy wouldn’t have been suitable only for someone powerful from the House of Hestia.
So there was no way this c.o.c.ky human would be able to face it, not with its rising strength.
It stretched its hand, and flames erupted out in the form of an exploding circle as if a star was detonating.
The heat emanating was so scorching that everything in the vicinity turned into nothingness. The other corpses and Alphas in the distance were forced to retreat.
Everything was happening at speed impossible to describe, with the exploding circle reaching Kiba instantaneously. Despite this, he smiled and said, "If you were truly alive, I might have, but not now."
Turning around in a flash, he fiercely smashed the hammer into the exploding circle.
BOOOOM
A world-ending blast occurred, turning into a gigantic mushroom cloud. Simultaneously, black flames swirling with golden lightning rippled outwards as shockwaves.
The corpse staggered back, its eyes reflecting the incredible sight of Kiba.
Kiba was rushing through the mushroom cloud, splitting the mushroom cloud!
"To be honest, if I want to overpower you, it would be difficult even for me," Kiba acknowledged with a pleasant smile. "As for obliterating you, that would be next to impossible given your origin."
"?!"
The corpse didn’t know why, but Kiba’s acknowledgment made it feel as if this was some ominous premonition.
While trying to make sense of this, it swiftly raised its hands to protect its chest as Kiba’s hammer reached there.
But then Kiba surprised the corpse by stopping the hammer just a hairsbreadth away.
His lips curved up, and he said, "But luckily for me, I neither have to overpower you nor obliterate you. I only have to push you into..."
As these words entered the corpse’s ears, it felt an intense sense of crisis. This crisis reached the peak when it heard the concluding phrase.
"Purgatory."
Swoosh~!
Suddenly, the mausoleum turned pin-drop silent and turned blinding dark. Every source of light lost its function.
A sense of helplessness gripped everyone. It was a helplessness every blind man would know in a strange environment, but it was new to those in the mausoleum.
RIPPPPPPPP
In such an environment, just a mile behind the disfigured corpse, a slit violently ripped open.
The slit was not even as thick as a hair. Still, it was too bright, radiating glow of countless colors swirling as if it was the insides of a kaleidoscope tube.
The disfigured corpse hurriedly jerked its head at the slit. Memories that were suppressed in its brain awakened, and it realized where the slit lead.
"Purgatory...But this has the vibe... of the... Eternal Hell in Genesis!"
The corpse’s unstable consciousness thought.
Whoosh!
Ghost-like and demon-like figures appeared in the swirling colors, their expressions filled with hunger.
The corpse looked at them and realized it was right. But there was something even more strange, something it couldn’t pinpoint.
"Do you really think now is the time to be distracted?"
Kiba’s voice rang in the corpse’s ears, bringing it back to reality.
It quickly turned its head.
But it was too late.
BANG!
By then, the hammer has brutally pounded onto its chest.
Its chest caved in, and its back arched out while its body slammed into the slit. The ghost-like figures smiled and grabbed the corpse.
Their ethereal hands turned into chains and tightened around the corpse, and they dragged the corpse in.
The corpse didn’t even get the time to resist—all due to a moment of carelessness.
"Relax, this isn’t the end for you," Kiba said with a friendly smile. "In fact, it is a start...the start of your eternal servitude."
"!!!"
The corpse growled angrily, and flames exploded out of it. A few ghost-like figures were burned by them, but Kiba was calm.
He snapped his fingers, and the slit disappeared. Now the corpse has no choice of escaping even if it broke its confinement.
It has joined the likes of White Angel.
"It would provide some real use..." Kiba smiled as he thought of its possible origin.
....
In the mausoleum, the abrupt darkness disappeared, and the sense of helplessness faded. The other corpses and the Alphas once again resumed the fights, like nothing has happened.
"My legacy owner... is it destroyed?"
Flame King wondered. He wasn’t able to see what happened just now.
Still, seeing Kiba alone with his hammer, he realized that the enemy corpse was at least overpowered.
...
Far away, Crimson Wolf, Mountain Lord, and Miria rose to their feet. They were overpowered by Ice Queen some time ago, and only now they regained consciousness.
"Let’s leave," Mountain Lord said while glancing at the fighting Alphas. "We need to damage control on Earth. Their struggle is none of our business."
"True," Crimson Wolf agreed. "If Fate is on our side, a few of them would be able to escape and help Earth."
Miria nodded. She turned and looked in the distance, eyeing Kiba.
She then retrieved his contact card and sighed, "Maybe we will need his help."
"...." The other two didn’t reply. Soon, they all transformed into beams of light and rushed into the spatial tunnel.
"Now..."
Flame King looked at the spatial tunnel.
He was an Alpha of a higher rank. And naturally, his ego was no less than that of a king. Otherwise, he wouldn’t have been offended by that bastard kid’s questions.
But now, with everything that has happened, he knew he couldn’t just leave without thanking his savior first.
So, with a thankful expression, he appeared before Kiba. Kiba didn’t say anything and looked at Flame King.
"Thank you for everything."
Flame King said while stretching his hand out for a handshake.
To his surprise, instead of shaking his hand, Kiba asked him a question.
It was a question that baffled him to no bounds, given the situation in the maze.
"Did you bring your wife here?"
Flame King looked at Kiba with a dumbstruck look.
He just stood there with his hand stretched, not knowing what to say.
Kiba’s eyebrows creased, and Flame King quickly opened his lips to reply. He didn’t want to offend his savior, who could also come in handy in the future.
"N-no," Flame King replied. "She’s at home."
He has a feeling his savior wouldn’t like the answer.
And soon, he realized he could always trust his feeling as an Alpha.
Because Kiba responded by smashing the hammer into his stomach.
"AHHH!"
Flame King was knocked flying into the distance, blood continuously spraying out of his mouth.
Kiba appeared before him just as he was about to crash.
"Bastard, what good your wife would be at home?"
Kiba swung out the hammer.
"URGH!"
Flame King wasn’t able to answer as he was further knocked away. This time, not only blood but his mouth also sprayed out a few teeth.
"Ice Queen had literally turned the mausoleum into an abyss of ice before she left."
Kiba vented by assaulting Flame King’s head with multiple blows.
"And now, when my c.o.c.k needs the delicious warmth of a beautiful woman, you left your wife at home!"
Kiba was pissed.
How could this Flame King be so tone-deaf at the need of others?
"Did the House of Hestia not taught you any manners?!"
Kiba asked as his last strike sent Flame King hundreds of miles away.
BANG!
Flame King smashed into the ground, creating an enormous crater, feeling faint and head spinning.
He didn’t know if this was due to the hammer blows or due to what Kiba said.
"What sort of logic is he using?! Just because it is cold here, my wife needs to provide him warmth?!"
Flame King muttered between gasps for breath.
"And what sort of warmth he needs...."
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He stopped as he obviously knew the answer.
His head didn’t stop spinning, and he saw the answer floating around him in the form of images.
In some of them, his wife was coating Kiba’s c.o.c.k with her warm saliva. In the others, his wife’s warm p.u.s.s.y was nursing Kiba’s c.o.c.k deep inside her.
"Ppff!"
Blood spurt out of his mouth like a fountain. He didn’t like his wife’s way of providing warmth to Kiba even though he was his savior.
As he turned delusional, barely a mile away, Alan overpowered the corpse whose legacy he had taken.
"Katherine was damn lucky. She didn’t enter the mausoleum!" Alan thought. "After being f.u.c.k.i.e.d, she must be back on Earth."
Thinking of his unfaithful wife, his exhausted body sank in depression. He shook his head to clear these depressing thoughts, and by chance, noticed Flame King lying in the crater.
"No! Don’t cuckold me!"
Flame King screamed.
"Dr. NTR! Get away from my wife!"
"NOOOOOO!"
"Don’t f.u.c.k her!"
"Please stop!!"
Alan’s eyes brightened.
All his exhaustion disappeared, and he rushed to Flame King with a big smile on his face.
Alan waved his hand, and a cloud of water materialized above Flame King. On his command, the water splashed on the latter’s face. Thankfully, Flame King was not in his flame form, and the splash of water brought him back to reality.
"Phew~."
He let out a sigh of relief and opened his eyes.
The first thing he saw was Alan, sitting before him with an expression that practically shouted – see, didn’t I tell you?
"Tell me what..."
Flame King trailed off as he recalled Alan’s words when Kiba and Ice Queen were fighting.
Alan had asked him to join Cuckold Union! But he obviously refused as he wasn’t a cuckold.
But Alan wasn’t dejected. With a look of enlightenment, he had said, "Not for long!"
"I was right, wasn’t I?" Alan now asked with a confident look.
Flame King: ".........................."