Hitman With A Badass System-Novel

Chapter 1282  A God Dies, A God Rises III

As Andohr landed before Michael, he effortlessly lifted him by the neck and took a deep breath, savoring the air. "Fresh air, after five thousand years of imprisonment," he remarked with a hint of malice in his voice.

"Who are you?" Michael, struggling for breath, managed to mumble, Andohr laughed menacingly, his grip tightening around Michael's throat. "Your worst nightmare," he sneered. "The God of Tand Space, Andohr."

A flicker of surprise and shock flashed across Michael's eyes as the reality of his adversary's identity sank in.

"Thank you for killing your own brother and ending my imprisonment," Andohr continued, his voice cold and unyielding.

At that moment, Salesi quickly rushed toward Andohr and knelt down before him. Tears welled up in her eyes as she looked up at her father, now free from his long confinement.

"Father, you are here," she whispered, her voice filled with a mixture of relief and reverence.But Michael, on the other hand, was shocked. He couldn't comprehend how Andohr had managed to escape the castle that served as his prison—constructed by Michael's former self five thousand years ago. However, the pressure from the space around him suggested that Andohr's presence in the mortal realm, which should have been impossible, was only temporary.

"I have been waiting for this moment my entire life... Every second of the past five thousand years, I imagined killing you in every possible way. You reduced the great Andohr to this pathetic state and cagedlike ssort of animal," Andohr roared, before launching a vicious punch straight into Michael's gut. His hand traveled through a small portal, landing the blow directly on Michael's stomach.

Michael coughed up blood as Andohr laughed, reveling in every second of his torment. He felt entirely justified in his actions. After all, Michael had imprisoned him within a castle suspended between realms, barring him from the realm of gods and the mortal realm alike—a humiliating fate for the God of Tand Space, caged like a bird for five millennia.

"Kill him, Father," Salesi said, her eyes fixed on Michael as he struggled under her father's unyielding grip.

Michael, weakened by the battle and wracked with pain from the blow to his gut, gritted his teeth, determined to endure. He knew that even if he could muster the energy to use the arch energy crystals to cast a spell, it would be futile against the God of Tand Space. He braced himself for death, hoping his consciousness would transfer to Project Phoenix, where another body awaited him.

Yet, something suggested to him that Andohr was not intent on killing him swiftly. A vengeance-fueled god like Andohr would view a quick death as mercy, and Michael could see in Andohr's eyes that there was no mercy there for him.

"As much as I want to rip you to shreds, that would be merciful. And a sneaky bastard like you does not deserve such a quick end. But I have something else in mind, something I need to attend to before returning to the realm of gods and reclaiming what was once mine," Andohr said menacingly.

Then, Andohr flung Michael to the ground with such force that the earth beneath him cracked. Before Michael could even process the fall, Andohr was already towering over him, his presence chilling.

"You think you've seen hell?" Andohr hissed, his voice dripping with venom. "I'll show you what real torment feels like."

With a flick of his wrist, Andohr manipulated tand space around them. Suddenly, Michael was reliving the moment of impact over and over, each tfeeling the pain afresh as if it were the first. The ground beneath him seemed to pulse with malevolence, each pulse amplifying the agony.

"Feel every second of pain you inflicted on me, magnified a thousand times!" Andohr roared.

He then twisted the very fabric of space, contorting it in a way that stretched Michael's body in unnatural directions. Each stretch was accompanied by the sound of tearing muscles and popping joints, the pain so intense that Michael could barely scream.

Between the manipulations, Andohr would pause, allowing Michael just enough tto catch his breath, only to start the next round of torture with a cruel smirk.

"You cagedlike an animal, now feel the wrath of a god unleashed!" Andohr spat out as he kicked Michael, sending him tumbling through twisted space. Michael's form blurred and reformed, each tappearing more broken than before.

As Michael lay writhing, trying to gather his shattered senses, Andohr leaned close, his face inches from Michael's. "I could kill you now, but death is too kind a release. I want you to live with this pain, a reminder of your defeat and my hatred."

Meanwhile, Salesi, her face wet with tears of joy mixed with the intensity of the moment, looked up at her father. "How are you here?" she asked, her eyes searching his for an answer.

Andohr paused his assault on Michael, turning slightly to address his daughter while keeping one foot firmly on Michael's back. "When Noah, the strongest seal bearer I ever had against me, was killed, the chains that boundshattered," he explained, his voice cold with a hint of triumph. "His death provided the breach I needed to escape my prison."

Salesi, processing this revelation, blinked away her tears, her mind racing. "I thought sending Vedora through the realm tear would deplete your energy, forcing you into a state of hibernation..." "I lied." With a menacing smile, Andohr looked down at his daughter, his eyes glinting with the cunning that had allowed him to manipulate events from the shadows.

Andohr's grip tightened around Michael's neck, lifting him effortlessly before tossing him aside like a ragdoll. As Michael hit the ground hard, Andohr growled with disdain. "I knew there was no way Noah could kill you. I had hoped he wouldn't, so I could have the pleasure myself." He paced slowly, his voice echoing ominously.

"The barrier your former self erected might still preventfrom lingering in this realm, but I will ensure you suffer for what you did, starting with this." With a wave of his hand, Andohr conjured a swirling portal around Vedora. In an instant, the monstrous hydra was sucked into the vortex and vanished from sight.

"What did you do?" Michael, struggling to his knees, blood dripping from his injuries, managed to gasp out.

With a sinister laugh, Andohr turned to Michael, his eyes alight with malicious pleasure. "I've unleashed your beast onto another part of the mortal realm so it can have its fun. Let's see how you like being on the receiving end of uncontrolled destruction." His laugh echoed, chillingly cold, as he relished the turn of events.

Meanwhile, in the Kingdom of Royal Land on the Elon continent, the day was unfolding like any other. Marketplaces buzzed with the chatter of vendors and the laughter of children playing in the streets. The smell of freshly baked bread wafted from bakeries, and the clink of coins exchanged for goods filled the air.

Suddenly, the sky darkened as if night had decided to visit midday. People looked up, shielding their eyes, only to see a massive portal tearing open above them. From within this swirling vortex, a colossal beast emerged, casting a vast shadow over the city.

"Look up! What in the heavens is that?!"

"By the gods, a beast from the old tales!"

Alarms sounded throughout the city, a deep, resonant tolling that sent waves of panic through the streets. People scrambled in all directions, seeking shelter as the ground shook under the immense weight of the undead hydra, Vedora.

With a deafening roar, Vedora descended, its massive body crushing buildings beneath its bulk. The once vibrant market square beca scene of devastation, with stalls flattened and cobblestones cracked under its massive feet.

"Run for your lives!"

"The city is under attack!"

The beast's every move caused destruction, its tail sweeping through buildings, reducing centuries-old architecture to rubble. Vedora's glowing eyes swept across the chaos it wrought, devoid of soul but filled with an insatiable drive to obliterate everything in its path.

Cries of horror and despair echoed through the city as people fled, tripping over debris and each other in their desperate escape. The city's defenders rallied, launching arrows and spears that merely bounced off Vedora's thick, scaly hide.

"It's unstoppable! Our weapons do nothing!"

"Save the children, get them to safety!"

As Vedora continued its rampage, the once peaceful day was turned into a nightmare, with the sky now blotted by smoke and the cries of the wounded and terrified.

"Now this will happen everywhere... And you will know that your actions led to this exact moment," Andohr said menacingly, showing Michael the destruction of Royal Land. He reveled in the destruction, enjoying every bit of regret and anger within Michael's eyes.

"I am going to kill you, Andohr... I am going to pay back several folds," Michael said, his voice barely audible.

Unknown to Andohr, he had just topped Michael's kill list. And the fact that Andohr was going to leave Michael alive would be the biggest mistake of Andohr's life.

"That's the spirit... but I am taking your mother with me... so you can know I'll be torturing her and it's all your fault..." Andohr said and flicked his wrist, creating a portal around the unconscious Harriet. In a flash, the portal disappeared along with Harriet.

After taking Harriet, Andohr's figure flickered, indicating that his tin the mortal realm was coming to an end and staying any longer would risk his corporeal form. Reluctantly, Andohr prepared to leave. He tossed Michael aside and turned to depart, as Salesi rushed to him like a puppy.

"Father, letcwith you," Salesi pleaded.

"Why not?" Andohr simply shrugged and flicked his wrist before disappearing from the battlefield with Salesi.

"Fuck," Michael mumbled before losing consciousness, aware that when he woke up, the world would be a very different place.