The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 573 - You dare to defy a god?

The God of War wore a radiant, arrogant grin as he gazed upon the winged troops.

Yet that grin vanished swiftly.

Gradually, amid their quiet stares, the God of War's mouth drooped.

His gaze shifted to a statue of Auranys, her features hidden behind a veil, her lush and flawless figure enough to make his mouth water.

Though crafted from mere stone, it stirred madness in him merely by imagining the sensation of clutching those heavenly, massive breasts.

"Ten million years..." He proclaimed, gesturing with his hand.

A tremendous shatter echoed as the Auranys statue fragmented into shards.

"For ten million years, I've endured isolation, but it concludes today! Auranys, goddess of light and justice? I'll demonstrate your true purpose the moment I rip your wretched soldiers apart!" The God of War bellowed.

He ignored the grotesque lust twisting his features, focused solely on the prize he felt was now attainable.

He realized Auranys lurked within that palace, catching every word he uttered.

She had to be frantic, didn't she?

Back when they governed this universe as successors to the Great Creator's supreme might, she spurned him repeatedly.

She'd bested him in combat on multiple occasions, for beyond her role as goddess of light and justice, she excelled as a peerless tactician.

But now, with the Heavenly Father slain, their strength dwindled to scraps, and them as the sole survivors among their kind...

What could halt him from claiming what he'd long deemed his rightful possession?

"An eternity of anticipation draws to a close at last." The God of War grinned once more, clutching his enormous axe tightly.

From the palace at the city's heart, a burst of golden radiance shot forth, resembling a lethal beam aimed straight at him.

"Pointless defiance!" The God of War chuckled, slicing the golden beam in two.

Two blasts erupted nearby, slaying numerous of his troops. "You've recklessly squandered the faith you've gathered. Now, face this." He pressed forward.

As deities of their time, the devotion from their countless worshippers formed the core of their might, devotion that lingered even after their downfall over ten million years past.

Yet Auranys had squandered that very devotion imprudently.

That explained her profound weakness.

With a feral smirk, the God of War arrived at the initial line of winged fighters.

One sweep of his axe felled dozens, shredding their armor and bisecting their forms.

How might they withstand such ferocity?

Though the God of War's strength had supposedly dropped to the twelfth ring like theirs, he remained a deity at heart.

His frame held unmatched might and eons of gathered Faith.

Whereas they, Auranys's final guardians, were mere remnants of a vanished age.

Their consciousnesses had long dimmed, leaving them as hollow husks.

Formerly divine warriors, reduced to nothing.

In mere instants, the God of War had slain half of them, and within thirty seconds, over a hundred mangled bodies littered the ground before him.

A lone blade grazed his godly form, carving a slash across his shoulder.

The injury seared with holy energy, a golden fire enveloping his frame.

Nevertheless, pain be damned, he pressed on unyieldingly.

His gaze turned icy as he marched toward the golden palace.

"You won't halt me for even another instant, you wench. Act like a proper spouse and await me on your seat, thighs parted!" He thundered, his tongue darting out in a lewd leer.

"I'll exact payment for every rejection, every loss, even when Heavenly Father denied you as my bride! You'll atone for it all, wench!" The bellows persisted as the initial strike hit the golden palace.

A massive quake seized the structure, a golden shield materializing to shield it.

"Ah... put up more fight, more fight!" The God of War ran his tongue over his lips. "I relish the challenging sorts."

The second strike landed, faint fissures starting to spider across the golden shield.

With the third, the fissures widened, echoing the God of War's furious cries.

Even his accompanying warriors, who had observed the spectacle with fervor moments before, had to fall back before the raw force of their deity's assaults.

It felt like the whole realm, save for the golden palace, teetered on the brink of ruin.

On the fourth assault, the shield shattered utterly, and the God of War's eyes gleamed.

"I'm entering, my beloved spouse!" He had scarcely advanced a step when he halted.

He'd demolished the final obstacle barring him from his trophy, the one keeping him from burying his hands in that flawless splendor.

Ten million years of rage, bottled lust, and scheming.

And still, he couldn't make that next move.

"Not only does your face resemble a vile swine's... your nature matches a vile swine's as well, doesn't it?" A voice resounded nearby.

It belonged to a male, smooth and gentle, able to soften the toughest woman's heart.

But in this moment, it brimmed with fury and killing intent.

As the God of War whipped around, he beheld a youth clad in dark robes, possessing otherworldly allure, violet eyes holding the vastness of stars, and elongated ebony horns.

"A demon?" The God of War scarcely voiced the word before a hit slammed into his torso.

His form hurtled back like a projectile, crashing into the earth and carving a chasm that extended for miles, demolishing all in its wake. Qingyi remained still, merely observing the man with chill detachment.

A single strike, delivered to an unprepared foe.

That sufficed for Qingyi to grasp; this fiend surpassed the Heavenly Demon's avatar in power.

A frenzied howl reverberated as the God of War emerged from the debris.

His garb hung in tatters and his expression burned with pure wrath.

"Boy... you dare challenge a god?"