Netori: Reborn as the Human Aphrodisiac

Chapter 147: Dicked Down and Kicked to the Curb!

"A...trap?" In the Academy corridors, Sucuria's eyes narrowed at Akamana, who for some reason now dressed like a Victorian lady. The Mansema Queens stood a step behind the Blood Marquess, their brows creasing as they swept Elektra, Belphegor, and Arminius' Abomination.

"Don't bother. Even if you summon Caligula's Abomination, you're done for...because I alone am worth all of you combined," Akamana said in a bright and cheerful tone, fanning her face as her lilac eyes nailed down her foes.

This was only a semi-exaggeration. Sucuria had tricked and decimated Fylkir Caligula, robbing 66% of the Balarak king's powers with the help of a ritual. But the current Akamana could still punk her. Add Caligula's Abomination to the fight and Mana still wins.

For after receiving Mithras' secret juice. Akamana no longer had a weakness. Julia and Druscilla could tip the scale. But with a full-powered Great King at her beck and call, the Grand Priestess still had nothing to fear.

Crushed by Akamana's momentum, the Blood Queens didn't dare to make rash moves—standing back-to-back as they looked for a way out.

"How? This is obviously a trap. But how?

Tell me they were preparing 24/7 for our visit—I can believe. But this? This doesn't make a lick of sense. They didn't just know we were coming...they had the when and how of our strike all figured out!

Everything to the lineups, squads, routes and targets. Otherwise, they couldn't have set up all these counters ahead of time. But how could that be possible? Make it make sense!" Sucuria couldn't stomach this L. Unable to comprehend how this simple and straightforward strike could have gone wrong so fast and horribly.

The Mansema twins fared no better. But while Druscilla seethed at the twists and turns that surrounded the name "Mithras," Julia's eyes narrowed at Arminius and Belphegor.

'Either we were betrayed...or someone among them can see the future,' Julia said in a mental message, prompting Sucuria and her sister to shiver at her guess' sinister implications.

'Then...I sincerely hope we were betrayed. But that's even less probable.' Sucuria clenched her fists, dark mist and sanguine flames filling her eyes as she faced Akamana with a look that went from poised to psychotic from one moment to the next.

"Awww...is that a sore loser's attempt at making sense of their defeat that I see here? Be not afraid, aunty-in-law. I will take my sweet time teaching you the facts of this L...by ramming my fists down your throat...one battering thrust at a time," Akamana declared. The madness in her eyes making Sucuria look like a teddy bear.

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Meanwhile, as circumstances forced Menaka to cooperate with Vel, Mithras faced Aurelian and Hakim—challenging both with a provocative smirk.

"Fucked...we got dicked down and kicked to the curb like worn-out cocksuckers," Hakim snapped in a muffled outburst. He wanted nothing more than to wipe that smirk off Mithras' face. But as he swept the Academy with his Sensory Secret, the Huntmaster was forced to admit that the situation had already escaped them.

Except for maybe the Lord, no one can read the future with 100% certainty. The past and present are often fair game, however. And so by combining his Golden Revelation with the system's warnings, alerts and freebies, Mithras had all the tools he needed to figure out what his enemies were up to before they came knocking on his door.

And that's exactly what our good man did.

"LUCIUUUUS!" Coming from the distance' Marcus' voice boomed throughout Springtime City, the Nerva King breaking into atomic particles and traversing Trajan's Blood Field as he bridged the distance separating him from his helpless brother at the speed of light!

Or so Marcus hoped at first. But when Trajan's Abomination and Mithras opened their mouths...

"Hold still..."

Marcus stopped dead in his track, forced into his original form as he failed to resist the dual suppression of Trajan and Mithras' Majesty!

"No...Mithras! I will serve you! My soul is yours for a lifetime don't kill him! Please!" Prompted by forces he could neither control nor make sense of, Marcus went on autopilot. Begging with blood tears.

Alas...Mithras' mercy had run out of stock.

"I thought you were a stoic. Now please stay stoic to the bitter end. Your brother is dead...and never coming back," Mithras said without sparing Marcus a glance, his violet eyes turning gold and scarlet as the comatose Lucius awoke under his bestial gaze.

"Each day, men like you push back the limits of stupidity. What exactly were you hoping to accomplish by bringing your fangs to my godmother's neck? Don't answer. I don't wanna know. That's between you and the Lord.

For while the Lord in their infinite generosity may have mercy on your miserable soul..." Here, Mithras grabbed Lucius by the throat, ripping it off with one pull, before smashing the Fylkir's head off his neck and decimating him in the Solar Blood Field!

"I refuse to allow you...a chance at an afterlife."

Mithras left Lucius no hope, draining his soul to the last drop. And as Marcus faced the fact that he'd never again have the chance to berate his little brother for his stupidity, half of Aurelian's mask collapsed, corroded by Mithras' Right of Annihilation. In that instant, blinding solar rays lit up Aurelian's eyes, and their body's collapse halted—reversed by a rush of transcendent energies.

Aurelian stood up, ignoring the state of their mask as they raised their eyes at Mithras. Now freed from the mask's suppression, the right eye changed color, going from sanguine red to rainbow-shaded as the Blood Emperor aimed their sword at the sky. Unleashing...their Pyromantic Thesis.

But from Hakim to Marcus, as they stared at the right side of Aurelian's face, both Fylkirs turned livid. Hakim especially shaking and losing his bearing as he refused to accept the truth staring him in the eyes.

Mithras on the other end closed his eyes immediately. Not allowing himself to glance at Aurelian's face. His Majesty kicked in. Connecting to his crew for a simple mental command.

'Don't look.' Mithras said stopping his crewmates from gazing at Aurelian...and her sinful beauty.

A wonderful call. Because the moment next, Hakim and Marcus' eyes burned to ashes—leaving empty sockets behind!

[Twilight of Bleeding Angels]

Aurelian didn't seem to register her subordinates' fate. And as the Tyrant Blood Genesis that she shared with her dad erupted at maximum power, her Pyromantic Thesis took off—painting the land red as it reshaped the Academy and beyond into a world of raining blood and weeping angels!