112 Talking with a god (2/2)
Because the projection was still accurate with the emotions, she saw that handsome jaw dropped and his mouth agape. Waiting a few seconds and still not seeing him react, she wondered if it was really shocking. Similar to the Ancients, the Demonic Empire was very prone at hunting gods, besides the demonic ones. So, she never had the chance to interact with one, but seeing this, she could only think of them as weaklings. After all, they were the leeches of the universe.
”If you have something to say, say it. Otherwise, we don't have the entire day.” Finally waking up from his stupor, the gorgeous god tried to straighten himself as much as possible. It was comical for anyone looking at the scene, and only him thought it made him look bigger. Next time, he should have chosen a size at least taller than Meridiana, since he was only surpassing Leilade.
”Hum, Hum. Can you stop what you are doing?”
BWHAHAHAHAHAHA
The loud laugh of Ymir leaked out of the base, only making Leilade shake her head once more. She revised her opinion from weakling to idiotic weakling. At what moment someone came in front of the base of their enemy and asked them to stop. If they had made some preparations, they could have at least completely sucked the energy out of the projection. But they were not expecting this at all. On the other hand, Oslo did not know what he did wrong. Finding in his memories an important word, he tried once more.
”Can you stop what you are doing? Please?”
HIHIHAHA
The laugh only grew louder, with Ymir joining the fray. Even the Empress was harboring a helpless smile. She had seen stupidity, but that was way back in the past. It had been a long time since she had lost the opportunity to not interact with responsible beings but with those under them, especially those lacking in the intelligence department. Or, for the rare cases, she still met them, it was only to kill them.
”Ok.”
”Oh.”
Now, he was looking like a dog that lost his bone. A few seconds later, the god began to fade and finally, disappeared. She was really wondering if she was not dreaming, for this to have happened.
(I can confirm. It's real, Outlander. All those stories, about how wise and powerful gods are. Mere fictions and mirages. But I just didn't know it was to that degree. Maybe they are mentally impaired? I mean, I have some records about gods besides the Venerable Ones, and they at least were self-conscient about their nature.)
”The more we stay here, the weirder the situation turns. The presence of the Ancients, of a Saksa. A direct conversation with a god, what else can still happen?” While thinking this, she realized for the first time that something didn't add up at all. The Heroes, the last one, something-something the Archmage. No matter how she much she searched the memories of her victims, she could not find his names or which God blessed him. And why he was still alive.
The energy that was provided to him to fight the Dark Gods would never be replenished, it would be an impossible thought for a god to think about doing such a thing. Leaking such an important amount for so many years, for no reason at all? No one was benevolent to that point, especially them. ”So how did he survived?” Her question was left unanswered.
As for the other gods that were waiting for the return of Oslo, they could only be gladly surprised. He did manage to talk with the demons, against all odds, so there was a possibility for them to stop doing what they were doing. It was a false hope they all convinced themselves, just by hearing a single confirmation, but if they could avoid losing energy, it was worth it. Only Aria looked with contempt at them, not thinking the same. But she was far too weak to do anything at the moment, not even talking about actually giving a blessing to someone on the planet.