456 Wrath (2/2)
The red mist was blown away, revealing the identity of the beast in the fog. Even Donatis inhaled a cold breath at the sight.
This beast was truly fearsome to behold. Its physical appearance was similar to Cerberuses, and its blood-red body was as large as a mountain. Its gigantic back was on fire, as if it was a living volcano. One of its dog heads was currently biting on to the War God's greatsword.
As if the dog was dissatisfied with its master's restrictions, its three heads were endlessly roaring and its blood-red bestial eyes were filled with cruel joy of the desire to slaughter. Its limbs and tail were covered in the flames of Hell, while its toxic saliva directly corroded everything that came into contact with it.
Not only that, this dog's other two heads were busy tearing and devouring other souls which were once venerated heroic spirits that it was now easily trampling upon. Although its master was restraining it, this incarnation of Wrath was still unable to stop itself from slaughtering.
”Oh my, someone as frail as me is unsuited for direct battle. My little cutie will be playing with you – my Little Bas…
”Bastian! Bastian the War Hound!”
”WOOF!”
The gigantic hound's roar contained an endless amount of anger within it. Even in front of its master, this hound of Wrath that entered its combat form was unable to restrain its infinite amount of anger.
”Alright then, I'll allow you since you requested it, Little Bas.”
”Call me Bastian!”
”Yep, Little Bas! I know, no need to emphasize.”
”…Fine, whatever.”
In the end, the magic hound helplessly gave up on having Roland call him Bastian instead of Little Bas. But despite this almost comical display, Donatis didn't dare to look down on his opponent. He already recognized this undead magical hound, but Bastian was now far different from before in terms of strength and imposing aura.
”He possesses the Concepts of Wrath, War, and Slaughter? He's at minimum a High God's level? So this is his Divine Kingdom…”
Donatis could sense that this tremendous beast was completely compatible with the dimensional laws of this location, as if this was the beast's Divine Kingdom. If this beast was the master of this Divine Kingdom, then naturally that meant Donatis was an invader who came uninvited into this Divine Kingdom.
And, even Ayer would be unwilling to invade other Gods' Divine Kingdoms in ordinary circumstances, as invading another Divine Kingdom would be endlessly troublesome with a huge price to pay.
As for Donatis, he considered the level of his opponent to have escalated from troublesome to slightly dangerous.
Roland laughed upon seeing how the Chaos War God was becoming ever more cautious.
”Allow me to reintroduce him to you. This is the Hell King of the First Circle of Hell, the Bloodbath Inferno, the Overseer of those who commit the crime of Slaughter, Hell's hound who represents Wrath and the Sin of War…”
”Bastian!”
The furious magic hound roared out his own name before I could finish. No longer able to suppress his anger, he instantly started attacking. One head spat out raging flames, one spat out an icy chill, and one spat out death breath along with beginning to tear and bite. Even when facing a Chaos Main God, this incarnation of Wrath still chose to begin the battle.
A stench and toxic mist started spreading. The inferno flames were more than powerful enough to destroy any soul. Even a God would tremble in front of the hound of Wrath's anger-filled attack.
However, Bastian was facing no simple God. The gigantic dog, who was even taller than the War God, didn't even get close before a swing of Donatis's greatsword cut through Space itself.
Shining thin trails continuously cut through Space where the greatsword sliced. The void could faintly be seen through the dimensional tears, but the next moment, the dimensional tears were instantly fixed.
”So what if you're a powerful God now? Countless souls have died to my sword already.”
Donatis swung his greatsword again, tearing through Space once more. Bastian's body viciously crashed into the ground, creating a tremendous crater while also crushing an innumerable number of souls that were currently fighting.
”Ha, as expected of the undefeated Chaos War God. However, you'd better not underestimate my Little…”
”It's Bastian!”
The magic hound that was nothing more than scattered pieces of a corpse still angrily roared. And, the next instant, he stood up again as a magic hound that was even larger than before. Not only that, his strength had increased by almost ten percent.
The war hound of Wrath was currently twitching all over as his already ridiculous muscles strengthened even more. Even the inferno flames around his body became fiercer than earlier.
Anger would make the magic hound even stronger, and the dead were unable to become deader in this plane of Hell. This dimensional law was just as effective on the Hell Gods. When in Hell, how could the Gods of Hell, who were already dead, become any deader?
If Donatis was unable to find a method to deal with this, Bastian would only become ever larger and stronger through his anger. As Donatis was a War God who specialized mainly in only physical attacks, it seemed as if he had met the most troublesome opponent in his entire life.
The next instant, the war hound charged at Donatis yet again. Although Bastian was larger than earlier, his movements had become even more agile.
The magic hound that had just died unhesitatingly challenged the Chaos War God yet again. And, perhaps the end result would still be the same, but what about ten times, one hundred times, or one thousand times later? Perhaps the undefeated Chaos War God would finally meet his first defeat and die here.
”Chaos War God? Ptui! If you strip away the reputation that was obtained through slaughtering, doesn't that make you into a butcher and evil hound that's the same as me? Come, let us enjoy a fun fight.”