Morgana: The Mother Of All-Chapter 516: GODSLAYER

"AHHHH!" The demon god screamed again, but this time, the scream was different. It wasn’t just pain or rage. It was a sound of defiance, a sound of a cornered beast that has nothing left to lose.

His body convulsed violently, rich blood pouring from every orifice. He looked like a leaking bag of meat, yet... he was still standing.

’I feel bad for Sylvana, that’s her body.’

Then he laughed, a wet, gurgling laugh that was both terrifying and pathetic.

"Die? Die?!" he snarled, his voice a distorted mess. "I won’t die! NOT LIKE THIS!"

"Wow... he lost his mind," Vespera muttered, her face pale with disgust.

"I told you... Hope is a dangerous thing," I replied, twirling my blood sword in my hand. My red eyes caught the corpse of the white stag that began to transform back into its original form—the arrogant blond elf.

"Just give up."

"NEVER!" the demon god roared, his swollen, black-veined body trembling with effort. "If I’m going down, I’m taking this entire world with me!"

He slammed the world tree staff into the crystal platform, attempting to cast a powerful spell.

However.

Psssst!

Instead of a powerful spell, he just let out a wet fart. A very wet fart.

"Pfftt..."

"..."

"HAHAHAHAHA!" I burst out laughing, my crimson eyes gleaming with tears of joy. "He farted! He actually farted! Hahahaha!"

It was just too funny. A god, a supposed all-powerful being, reduced to a farting, bleeding mess.

Vespera just stood there, her face a mask of utter disbelief, her brain struggling to process the sheer absurdity of the situation.

"Hehe... This... this isn’t how it’s supposed to be..." the demon god whispered, his eyes wide with terror and humiliation.

"You’re right," I said, my laughter subsiding, my expression turning cold and predatory. "It’s not."

It was my doing, honestly. In rituals that involve a sacrifice, consuming something from the ’sacrifice’ is a common practice, especially the heart in demonic rituals.

So I asked my emo undead daughter to shove as many curses, poisons, and other nasty things in the elf’s body. The demon god essentially drank a cocktail of magical AIDS.

"Only my cum was missing in the cocktail," I added with a smirk, lazily rolling my wrist as the blood sword hummed in anticipation. "Honestly, it feels incomplete without it."

"Y-You...!" the demon god choked, dropping to one knee. His fingers clawed at Sylvana’s chest as if he could rip the poison back out. "I am a god... I am eternal...!"

"Mm," I tilted my head, unimpressed. "You’re a parasite wearing a crown that was never yours."

Vespera, who was just starting to recover from the sheer ridiculousness of the demon god’s fart, choked on her own breath. Her ears turned a shade of red that nearly matched my armor.

"Are you serious right now?!" she finally managed to sputter, her purple eyes wide with a mixture of shock and exasperation.

"What?" I shrugged, a playful glint in my eyes. "It’s true. My cum is a potent ingredient. It would have made the ritual much more... explosive."

The demon god’s body jerked like a marionette whose strings had been dipped in acid.

Black ichor, green sap-like fluid, and something that looked suspiciously like rancid custard sprayed in three different directions from his mouth. He coughed—a wet, rattling sound that sent a fresh wave of filth splattering across the polished marble floor.

"N-no... no..."

"You look like a burst plumbing pipe in a demon’s lair," I noted clinically, taking another step closer. "And it smells like it too."

"A-Ah... ah—"

"Goddess, it’s even worse up close." Vespera covered her nose with the back of her gauntlet. "Worse than the ogre’s filth."

"Heh... heh..." The demon god laughed again, though it came out as a gurgling wheeze. "You... you think... this... this ends me?!"

"No," I said, stopping just in front of him. My crimson ribbons curled around my shoulders like lazy snakes, their tips glowing faintly.

"Exactly," he snarled, managing to get to his feet, though he wobbled like a newborn deer on stilts. "I am... still... a GOD!"

He raised the world tree staff again—or tried to. His fingers, swollen and blackened, barely closed around the gnarled wood.

"My soul... un... un..." His words trailed off into a wet cough. "Is... everlasting!"

I thought that he would cast something, but instead he turned and forced a dash toward the giant crystal, the power source of the city.

Every creature that uses mana has a core. It is what allows them to use magic in the first place. Same for elves, demons, dragons, and many others.

And the world tree is no different.

This giant crystal was the core of the old world tree that was used to power the city. Its power is vast, but at the same time, it’s fragile.

And a desperate, dying god is like a lit match in a gunpowder factory.

"STOP HIM!" Vespera yelled, her instincts screaming danger.

"No need to tell me." I was already on the move. My foot slammed into the marble, cracking it, propelling me forward. But the demon god was already there.

"I WILL BE REBORN!" he shrieked, trying to pierce the crystal with the staff.

Fortunately.

SLICE!

"AHHHH!"

The blood mark that I left on Sylvana’s body during our ’bath fun’ activated, allowing me to use it as a medium to teleport right in front of him.

Before he could even register my presence, my blood sword was already deep in Sylvana’s chest, the same spot as the mark.

"Oops," I said softly, twisting the blade.

His eyes—Sylvana’s beautiful emerald eyes—went wide with shock and agony. He looked down at the blade buried in his chest, then back at me, his mouth opening and closing like a fish out of water.

"Y-You... how...?"

"You don’t need to know," I replied and pushed the blade deeper until it came out of her back.

The demon god shuddered violently, a geyser of black blood erupting from the wound. The world tree staff slipped from his grasp, clattering to the floor with a dull thud.

He stared at me, his eyes filled with a mix of terror, pain, and... something else. Defiance?

"You can’t kill me," he gurgled, a wet smile on his face. "I am a god... my divine soul cannot be... destroyed by a... a..."

"Hehe... I know," I cut him off, my smile widening. "Unfortunately for you, I have the perfect tool for the job."

"Eh?" He blinked in confusion, but then he saw me raise my left hand, and a golden talon materialized around my arm. His body... no, his divine soul shook.

"This... this... no..." he stammered, his eyes wide with a terror that was pure, primal, and absolute.

"The Claw of the Unmaking," I whispered, the name alone causing the air to crackle. "My divine artifact that can sever and cut souls."

’Let’s just hope the other gods won’t notice my presence.’

Taking a divine artifact outside of Lilith’s protective barrier is a big no-no, but since it’s the only way to deal with the demon god, I don’t really care that much.

"Wait... wait... NO! PLEASE!" he begged, his sanity finally shattering completely. "I’LL DO ANYTHING! I’LL SERVE YOU! I’LL BE YOUR SLAVE! PLEASE!... LADY FEAR!"

I didn’t answer.

I just smiled.

And brought down the claw close to the chest.

"Lady Fear... please... NO—!"

SHRRRK!

The golden talon didn’t just pierce flesh.

It slipped through it like mist and latched onto something deeper.

Something real.

The demon god’s scream changed instantly. It wasn’t physical anymore. It was soul-deep, a sound that didn’t belong in the world of the living.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!!!"

His body arched violently, Sylvana’s form convulsing as if struck by divine lightning. The air itself warped, distorting around the claw as golden cracks spread outward like shattered glass.

Vespera staggered back, her eyes wide with horror.

"What... what is that...?"

I didn’t answer. My eyes were locked onto him.

Onto it.

Because now I could see it clearly. A writhing, shadowy mass tangled within Sylvana’s body—like a parasite buried deep in her soul.

Ugly.

Pathetic.

Desperate.

"Hehe..." I smiled, slow and cold. "Found you."

"N-No... no... STOP! STOP!!" he shrieked, his voice echoing unnaturally as his true form was dragged into the open. "You can’t—! You CAN’T TOUCH THAT!"

"Can’t I?" I chuckled, pushing harder with the claw.

CRACK!

The shadow split, and the Claw of the Unmaking passed through it to where the demon god’s real soul was hiding.

"AAAAHHH—!! MY SOUL—!!"

"Ahhh... there it is," I murmured, almost pleased. "That’s the sound I was waiting for."

His divine soul—a shimmering, corrupted core of light—was finally exposed.

Trembling.

Bleeding.

"Don’t... don’t... don’t!!"

I twisted the claw, grabbed it, and pulled.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA—!"

The entire sanctum trembled as the demon god’s divine soul was torn from his original body through Sylvana’s.

It was a spectacular sight. A dark-red orb wrapped in black chains, squirming, pulsating, crying out in pure agony right in my palm.

"You know," I mused, raising the soul to my eye level, examining it like a rare gem, "for a god, you’re surprisingly... fragile."

"Please... please... I beg you... mercy... MERCY...!" the soul cried, its chains writhing like desperate snakes.

"Mercy?" I tilted my head, smirking. "My dear, sweet little god... mercy is a luxury you can’t afford."

Right in front of his eyes, my clawed palm closed, and with it—

"AAAAHHH!"

His soul shattered into pieces.

"S... So beautiful..." I murmured, watching the shards float away like dying embers. "The way a god breaks... there’s nothing quite like it."

Ding!

[Congratulations, you have killed a demon god]

[Unique Title unlocked]

[GODSLAYER]