Chapter 170 To kill a living god 4 (1/2)

Mars activated [Half-awaken] and suddenly stopped running as he activated [Instant movement] and disappeared from view, moving at speeds too high to measure Mars ran back at Yrimir and quickly drew his sword and slashed at his throat, feeling his blade pass through Yirmir's neck Mars turned and kicked him down an ally before he slowed down to normal speed again and reappeared along with a gust of wind. Then he sheathed his sword and walked down the ally he had kicked Yrimir down and picked him up and threw him through a portal he had just opened before he himself stepped though...

Yirmir gradually woke up again as his body had healed completely and quickly got on his feet as he looked around, what entered his eyes were not the busy streets of the city of prayer but a wasteland, then he saw Mars standing off in the distance with a smile on his face and his trusty bone sword drawn, then his face twisted in rage as he yelled out

”I'll kill you for real this time Mars!”

Mars' smile didn't flatter as he calmly responded

”do you really think I would take you on without being prepared?”

a chill went up Yirmir's spine for a moment before he yelled out

”I curse you with---”

”too slow”

Mars once again cut Yirmir's throat which made Yirmir choke on his words as blood spilled out of his neck, clutching his throat Yirmir once again kneeled over before he fell with his face first down in the warm sand as a pool of blood spread around his head, Mars gave a sigh and mumbled

”this is going to take some time...”

then he sheathed his trusty bone sword and drew the adamantite broadsword and quickly chopped off Yirmir's limbs before he kicked him a distance away and waited a few seconds before Yirmir relived again with a scream of pain, as Yirmir was screaming with pain he had never felt before Mars calmly walked over and stabbed the broadsword down in the middle of his head splitting his brain case in two and silencing his screams before he pulled it out again before he shock the broadsword shaking the blood and brain matter off the blade as he watched Yirmir's head gradually being pulled together as he healed and rived again Mars held the broadsword above Yirmir's head as a thought suddenly entered his mind and he mumbled

”...I wonder what's for dinner tonight?”

as soon as Yirmir began screaming again Mars brought down the broadsword once more before he pulled out the broadsword once again and shock off the blood and brain matter off the blade, this process continued for a couple of hours and during those hours Yirmir's screams of pain gradually turned to pleas of mercy but as always the broadsword descended like clockwork as Mars looked on with cold eyes, until suddenly Yirmir stopped reviving, after watching Yirmir's body for a few minutes Mars gave a sigh

”...I guess that's that?”

Mars gave a sigh and summoned a flame that brunt Yirmir's body to ashes before he opened a portal to Destra's magic academy and steeped though... a little after Mars' portal disappeared a formless pressure descended where Yirmir's ashes where and soon a man's voice was heard

”...you really disappointed me Yirmir... oh well I'll just replace you with someone better...”

then the formless pressure dispersed like it was never there in the first place

back at Destra's magic academy a portal opened and Mars stepped out of it and looked around, it was quiet and there was no students around

”that's weird..?”

Mars spent some time walking around the campus and still found no people, gradually he grew concerned about Elsa and speed up his steps, soon he was running around the empty campus before he suddenly stopped and looked towards the main building of the academy and steeped inside and quickly found some staff which he asked about Elsa

”hey have you seen a beastwoman around? she arrived here by portal this morning”

the staff member looked over Mars and suddenly recognized him

”you're Mars right, a part of the tactical class students?”

having his question ignored Mars narrowed his eyes slightly but decided to be diplomatic

”yes that's right, now have you seen a beastwoman around the academy?”

”that's great! another tactical class mage, follow after me please”

Mars' eyes narrowed even more before he grabbed the academy staff by the neck and lifted him into the air and asked once more

”have you seen a beastwoman around?”

”n...o...”

”was that so hard?”

Mars threw the staff aside and walked out of the building and continued looking around soon a group of academy staff approached him in the middle of them were an old man that carried an impressive staff and wore a golden mantle

”Mars right?”

”what is it? I'm busy”

”please follow after us”

Mars narrowed his eyes again he really hated when people didn't listen to him

”first tell me where Elsa is”