True Vorpal Bunny (Danmachi SI) Ch.34 (Patreon)

Chapter 34:

Ottar walked through his part of the Warsan army. Each swing not only bisected multiple soldiers at once, but just the shockwave that followed was enough to kill Level 2 soldiers from the air pressure alone.

It was as if he was surrounded by a sphere of death. He swung his arm and everything around him in a twenty meter radius died.

The Warlord didn’t hurry. There was no need to. Each and every person surrounding him had been marked for death, and they were walking willingly toward their reaper.

The smarter soldiers tried to flee after seeing Ottar up close and personal, but only caused panic as they ran into the ones who thought they still had a chance.

Lady Freya had her fun, and now it was Ottar’s turn to clean it up. It didn’t bother him in the least. To be the goddess’s sword was the greatest honor he could think of. She just had to point and Ottar would go forth and conquer in her name.

He knew that he only had value as a warrior. He only knew how to swing a sword, so he would sharpen his skills as far as he could. That was the only way he could be of use to the one who meant everything to him.

Inside of Ottar, alongside the need to please his goddess, there was also a spark, one that ignited only when the battle got heated, when he put his life on the line to advance one more step in search for victory. The Boaz had a warrior’s soul.

And right now, this soul wasn’t burning. This wasn’t a fight but an extermination.

For a moment, Ottar looked in another direction, where a certain child had gone.

Not only had the rabbit changed Lady Freya, giving her a contentment no one else in the Familia had been able to, but for the first time Ottar was not focused just on the road to the top.

During the era of Zeus and Hera, he struggled and got beaten numerous times. When they disappeared, Ottar became the strongest by default, but he knew that he could go higher. When he fought Zald, he was able to overcome the old hero.

Ottar’s attention had only ever been but up. To become strong was to climb a mountain.

And now, he felt that by looking above for so long, he had not noticed someone reaching the same heights he did.

Iru Kratz had not felt special when Lady Freya had sent him to pick up the famished child who had wandered into the Dungeon to eat monsters.

Nowadays, he didn’t know who would come out alive in a fight to the death between the two of them.

But did he truly deserve to walk at the goddess’s side as an equal? Could the rabbit protect the girl hidden inside the goddess’s heart?

So lost in thoughts, Ottar continued his slaughter in automatic, not even slowing down for the Basilisk unleashed by the army. He only stopped when the call for retreat reached his ears and he saw them raising the white flag.

It seemed the general in charge of this part of the Warsan army wasn’t an idiot.

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Resheph was running away. Unlike the people of the desert who only sometimes received rumors from Orario, Resheph was the god of a mercenary Familia who traveled around and who kept his ear to the ground for information.

So, when he heard the descriptions of the eight individuals who were facing Warsa on their own, he quickly recognized the strongest and most famous members of the Freya Familian and swiftly made his retreat.

So what if the people he had blessed were dying? He could just start it all up again. Resheph was a god who had come down to sow chaos. The lives lost didn’t matter as long as it amused him.

He wasn’t like those gods in Orario who saw it as their duty to keep the Dungeon closed. That sounded like work, and the gods had come down to the lower world for entertainment, not to keep working. Really, it was the gods like Ouranos that were weird.

And speaking of, why was Freya Familia here? Those freaks should be busy slaughtering monsters underground, not turning Resheph’s playthings into broken toys.

And then a realization came upon the evil god with the face of a child. There had been rumors of a sacred beast protecting Leodo against Warsa, and one of the soldiers sent here came back traumatized only able to talk about “the rabbit’s punishment.”

There weren’t eight members of the Freya Familia in Kaios, there were nine.

“Hey, there. Whatcha’ doing?” 

An upside down head appeared in Resheph’s field of vision.

“Fuck!” The god jumped back, and it allowed him to see that the head was actually a person floating in the air. “What are you doing here?”

Resheph took in the new arrival. Hume Bunny, white hair, crimson eyes, tanned skin, a huge two-headed axe and he was flying. That was the Beast of Caerbannog.

“Ottar was having too much fun alone, so I preferred to go and look if anyone was fleeing.”

Iru spun until his feet were back on the ground.

“Were you fleeing?” The adventurer asked.

Faced with a Level 6, Resheph decided to bullshit. He started bawling, fake tears at the corner of his eyes.

“Yes. But hear me out! I was a prisoner! They were using me to create more soldiers with the Falna I granted them! The captain was a total psycho who kept me in chains! It’s only because of your actions that I got a chance to escape! You are my savior!”

“...Wow, you really have no shame, uh?” Iru said, eyes growing dull as if he was watching something pathetic.

Resheph shrugged, all signs of distress leaving him.

“I had to try.” The plague god said shamelessly.

Since his bluff didn’t work, he still had one option. Like many other deities, he didn’t like using it since it ruined the game, but he wasn’t going to be taken out that easily. The brat was going to regret not having come with his goddess in tow

Resheph unleashed his divine presence. Awed by the feeling of the divine gazing upon them, all mortals should fall on their knees and make way for the rulers of the cosmos.

“Let me through, mortal.” Resheph declared, his voice warping away from the childish one of the body he was occupying, and gaining an echo of his true voice.

Without another Deus Dea to counter his order, the Hume Bunny was going to let him go, unable to lay a hand on a deity now that he had let him talk.

He walked by the frozen mortal, and then he felt an impact on the back of his neck.

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Iru lowered his hand from the neck chop he had just done. 

He crouched next to the unconscious god and took out a knife. He pricked the god on the back of his neck, and then licked off the divine Ichor from the blade before picking Rehseph up.

He was going to let Ali decide what she wanted to do with that one.

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And so, by the time the remains of Shalzad’s army arrived at the site of the battlefield, it was to see the war already done.

Warsa’s mighty army of eighty thousand had been reduced to a few hundred survivors who had the mind to surrender instead of facing the blender that was the Freya Familia.

From that point on, it didn’t take long for Prince Aram to make his way back to the capital of his country and retake it.

Freya watched it all, binoculars in one hand, cocktail in the other, protected from the sun by a parasol held by Horn, and the tied and gagged up form of Resheph used as a seat.

Iru and the other executives stood around, some of them jealous of the god’s position.

She smiled.

“We’re done here, boys. Let’s go home.” She said, and they all turned to leave, ready to get back home.

The sound of footsteps in the sand stopped them.

Ali was breathing hard as she ran up the dune where the Freya Familia stood. When she saw that they were waiting for her, she took the time to recover her breath before she bowed.

“Thank you for everything! I couldn’t have done it without your help!”

She straightened up after giving her thanks.

“I am happy that I have been able to meet you.”

Freya waited to see if Ali had anything else to say.

“Goodbye, Lady Freya. I hope you’ll come back one day to see Shalzad once it has recovered and become a prosperous country once more.”

Freya smiled at the princess. There was no hesitation in her soul.

“I look forward to it.”

Ali turned towards the warriors who had brought her kingdom’s victory.

“Goodby, saviors of my country. May we see each other under more auspicious circumstances.”

Hedin and Hogni gave regal bows in answer to Shazald’s ruler. Allen grunted. The Gulliver brothers waved. Ottar gave a stern nod.

Iru smiled. 

“See you around, your Majesty.”