Overpowered Wizard

Chapter 157: B2: C57: Best Nepo Wizard 2

Ezda collapsed with a groan. Her body was dying after being horribly ravaged by the invisible trap and a short but intense battle with Level 100s. Her Shifter Form +2 and Blood Growth +2 could only do so much for her.

Her toughness and vitality had run their course. Ezda knew she was going to die, but she hoped her One True God of Absolute Killing would think of her last moments as decent enough.

“Woo, done, finally,” the alpha said, setting his feet down. He turned to face her decrepit form, his great cloak flapping majestically behind him.

He marched to her wretched face as she panted what could be her last breaths. Regardless of her declining condition, the alpha gave her a ruthless scolding.

“Ezda, you idiot. You are so incredibly stupid. You are like the stupidest creature ever.”

Ezda wished she was dead. No amount of pain could replace the shame she felt. Unfortunately and fortunately, death hadn’t claimed her yet.

And the alpha had more to say. “But it’s going to be okay. I have enough power to account for your genuinely amazing levels of stupidity. Now tilt your head up a little and swallow all of this, you big dumb-dumb.”

The alpha pulled out a mysterious platinum flask from his cloak’s pocket dimension. Then he moved from view as he entered her mouth, which forced Ezda to tilt her head back as instructed.

She tasted a sweet and reinvigorating liquid splash on her tongue. She automatically gulped it down while careful not to swallow her One True God of Absolute Killing.

If that were to happen, Ezda would truly die of embarrassment!

By the time the alpha exited Ezda’s mouth, she felt a bonfire of warmth course through her veins and muscles. The damages healed away rapidly while she gained a surplus of vitality.

Ezda’s life energy was still shaky, but being a Blood Brute came with the benefit of more life energy through the absorption of blood. With her vitality secured, her life stopped leaking away.

The alpha had saved her!

Ezda was in disbelief. Then she heard the mighty crashing and destruction of fortifications. The noises came from the direction of the citadel.

Sigma Elder Naomi moved about like a burning mountain falling from the starry cosmos. She splattered the final flesh giant. Then she turned her attention to the armored undead.

The mighty monster turned his spear into a hammer and swung it. The hammer landed on the sigma and deflected off as the sigma smashed herself against the armored undead, catching the monster off guard.

Every impact from the sigma smashing down on the armored undead resonated with a big, metallic, and crunchy noise. Ezda flattened her ears against her head because of how noisy it was when the sigma set her sights on destroying something.

That fight was the least of their concerns, honestly, because a giant trap was going to blow.

“My alpha, the lair is going to kill us!” Ezda warned.

“Yes, that’s what the lair intends. So if you want to stop that from happening, dance with me!” The alpha ordered.

The Blood Brute didn’t question him. Dancing was important for the blood rites, so she got to her paws and frolicked around.

It was still strange to move about in a festive manner at the heart of the deadly lair. It was even stranger when the alpha spiraled and danced under her, barely avoiding her giant paws from slamming down and crushing him.

His cloak formed many arms to swing about and add to their dance. Looking between her legs, Ezda found the sight marvelous. She liked how each limb of the cloak glowed and glimmered as they moved gracefully between her paws.

They danced and danced.

On the other side of the bridge, Sigma Elder Naomi grabbed the armored undead by the helmet. She screamed wrathfully as she smashed her forehead to its armored face and crumpled it, keeping the creature staggered.

Meanwhile, the deadly trap flashed with a blaring bright orange red all around the sunken citadel, about ready to blow. It seemed like the end was nigh, but then the alpha flipped into the air and stuck a dynamic landing on Ezda’s snout.

She froze in place as the alpha snapped his fingers above his head. The intricate, rune-heavy, and beautiful lacework of bluish webbing placed in spirals and whorls on the surrounding walls flashed an intense ultraviolet purple.

Ezda saw a bright light.

She looked down and froze. She had to remember she was not addressing a mere mortal.

There was a deadly and cold rage wafting off of the alpha as he and the sigma stood up. The alpha looked with the utmost contempt at a god that was wearing a world boss as a meat suit.

“SINFEAST!” The alpha roared like a primal and wrathful beast. His cloak flapped violently behind him.

“Darkrun, my dear, dear honey! Come to daddy and give me a hug! Trust me, I’ll make it interesting for both of us!”

The Evil God laughed, flapping his leathery wings and waving his giant scaly tail. The many bestial arms and heads of the original Chimera Tyrant moved about like the squirming appendages of a centipede.

One head was more humanoid while dark red, bald, and armed with tusks jutting out from its thick jaw. This single head at the center of the patchwork body reminded Ezda of youngling stories about the long dead orcs.

Most of those youngling stories warned about a mythical and terrifying elf monster of ruthless good, the one known as Ruvaria the Genocider. It cautioned gnolls not to anger her, because she’d spared the gnoll race while making an example of the orcs many years ago.

That was the root reason gnolls were considerate of their own population and would avoid heavy wars that would kill too many humans. Or Ruvaria the Genocider would do unto them what she had done unto the orcs.

Yet one orc had survived.

But at what cost?

I’m truly at the whims of mythical forces. Ancient elf monsters! The last orc! Chimera world bosses! Sinful gods! How can one face such madness in such a brief span of time?!

Ezda felt overwhelmed. She froze as the powerful seduction and sickly sweetness of the Evil God permeated the surrounding air. She felt as if she wanted to be made one with Sinfeast, even if it meant she would get wolfed down as a fleshy and tormented delight.

Ezda doubted the sinful god really cared about her, which led to a somewhat clever idea from her free evil +1. Was Sinfeast’s true aim to consume the alpha? What would happen if the sinful god succeeded?

Alpha Elder Zarian and Sigma Elder Naomi didn’t give in to the sinful temptation. They didn’t even flinch or seemed affected. Instead, they looked at each other, nodded, and attacked.

Each other.

The alpha plunged his hand into her chest, ripped out her heart, and crushed it in his fist. The sigma punched through his head and sent gory chunks flying all about, some of which splattered on Ezda’s fore paws.

As the alpha fell over, his cloak formed into a scythe and struck down one last attack. The tip pierced the top of the sigma’s skull and ran straight through her head.

Then the sigma fell over and landed dead on the alpha’s headless corpse. The cloak lost its hard shape and luster, turning soft and pale white, no longer alive.

“What the fuck?” Sinfeast said from the middle of the bridge.

Ezda felt the same as she blinked down at the bodies in front of her paws. But she assumed her lesser intelligence and the sinful god’s foolishness couldn’t comprehend the grand and complex plans of the One True God and the Chosen One.

So Ezda nodded her big head as if everything were perfectly fine.

For this once, she was right as the alpha and sigma revived in a flash of divine light. Their bodies came out intact and well rested with all their energies replenished.

Ezda smiled, feeling bold.

“You should run, foolish god,” she said. “For you are puny and stupid, and you will be crushed like a bug by my alpha and sigma.”

“No,” said the sigma, taking a step back. “This is the alpha’s fight. All I ask is for him to leave me some scraps to get the achievements.”

Taking the correction with utmost grace, Ezda did the smartest thing she could. She shifted back to her regular gnoll form and dumped all the blood she’d used to grow. Back to being ten feet tall, Ezda huddled behind the sigma and stayed out of the way.

A second later, the One True God and Evil God Sinfeast struck at each other, and the sunken citadel became their victim as nothing but destruction came about.

Wait, not just destruction, Ezda thought, looking at the shifting pools of darkness. Is the alpha ... going to unseal his true power again?