I sense several presences, Khonsu thought as he flew.

  Two of them feel like women… tempting. I’d love to kill them and rape their corpses—but I’ll save that for later.

  There are two Egyptian presences here. I should kill those first, Khonsu told himself.

  The wicked Egyptian god pulled out his totema—a statuette of a bandaged man holding a staff—and activated it.

  A falcon-shaped helmet materialized over his head, adorned with two horns that formed a crescent moon.

  His skin turned greenish, an Egyptian-style beard appeared on his chin, and a golden bull-like armor wrapped his still-bandaged body.

  A golden serpent spiraled around his left arm as protection, and two massive white wings unfolded from his back.

  Khonsu’s divine power surged so violently that everyone in Orniskem sensed it at once.

  Ana and Tania were fighting a colossal chimera while Orniskem’s malakim battled Ares’ angels.

  Ana easily decapitated the beast while Tania burned it alive.

  Then both goddesses turned toward the overwhelming power emanating from the Ker—supposedly the weakest of Ares’ twelve—and froze.

  “He’s incredibly strong,” Tania said.

  “He’s far from here. We need to keep searching for the Areopagus palace,” Ana replied.

  Tania nodded.

  Elsewhere, Mitras, Sol, and Epona were fighting a group of basilisks.

  Several malakim had been petrified, forcing the gods to engage directly.

  When they sensed Khonsu’s immense power, unease hit all three at once.

  “I can’t believe such power exists… is that really a Ker?” Mitras asked.

  “W-without a doubt,” Sol replied.

  “He’s extremely strong. Ana, Tania, Rodrigo… be careful,” Epona thought.

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  “Don’t lose focus!” Mitras shouted as he decapitated a basilisk.

  “He’s far from here—keep moving. And remember: if you capture a malakim, don’t kill him. Extract all the information you can.”

  “Yes!” Sol, Epona, and the remaining un-petrified angels answered before resuming their fight.

  On another part of the planet, Rodrigo—alongside the Egyptian gods and the malakim—was battling a massive war boar pulling a chariot.

  “That’s Khonsu, isn’t it?” Maahes asked.

  “Yes, but he’s far stronger than before. Without a doubt, he is Amun’s son,” Montu said in shock, while fighting another giant boar.

  “I can’t believe it… that divine power is monstrous. We can’t beat him,” Rodrigo thought, worried, while doing his best to defend the Orniskem malakim.

  “That bastard… he’s heading straight toward us. Be careful!” Maahes shouted.

  The sky suddenly darkened, and a crescent moon appeared within it.

  Khonsu emerged, glowing like a white star, arms and wings open, smiling with delight.

  “Welcome, warriors of Orniskem,” the wicked Egyptian god announced.

  “Maahes, Montu—how wonderful to see you again… to see again the disgusting Egyptian race that expelled me from the Land of Manu.”

  “Of all enemies, we had to meet the most repulsive one,” Montu muttered.

  “For those who don’t know me, my name is Khonsu, Egyptian god of the crescent moon,” he said as he slowly descended and the sky returned to normal.

  “Rodrigo, malakim—be careful. He’s extremely powerful,” Maahes warned.

  “Leave this one to us. You continue searching for the Areopagus,” Montu said.

  “I don’t think that plan will work, Montu. You see… only you two are the ones I intend to torture. The rest will receive a merciful death,” Khonsu said, laughing.

  “Watch out!” Montu and Maahes shouted.

  Too late.

  Khonsu pointed at Rodrigo’s group with his index finger.

  Massive silver discs shot from it, spinning horizontally through the air in spiraling arcs—decapitating many malakim and slicing Rodrigo’s arm.

  He barely avoided losing it entirely.

  The boars and Ares’ malakim fighting Montu and Maahes were slaughtered instantly.

  “S-sir Khonsu… why?” an Ares malakim shouted, but Khonsu swung his staff—and the angel’s upper body split apart, leaving only his jaw before dying instantly.

  “I hate these filthy malakim. How can inferior beings possess divine essence like us? I’ll never understand,” Khonsu said in disgust.

  Maahes and Montu stared at the destruction Khonsu had unleashed.

  Most of the malakim were dead, and Rodrigo—though injured—was healing thanks to his ichor.

  “He hasn’t changed at all… he’s still a monster,” Maahes said bitterly.

  “The monster of the Land of Manu,” Montu added as Khonsu calmly walked toward them.