Hitman with a Badass System - Chapter 1287

Chapter 1287 Andohr's Rise

Andohr quickly dashed at Zorian, his movements a blur. "Enjoy your fucking trip, Zorian!" he snarled as he ripped open a portal to the Celestial Valley, where ancient beasts roamed. Zorian, caught in shock, could only watch as the portal snapped shut before he could react, whisking him away to an unknown fate.

Weakened by the loss of Noah, Zorian's power as the god of the sun had diminished, making him vulnerable to Andohr's assault. With Zorian dispatched, Andohr turned his attention to Valorius. "Now, deal with him!" he commanded, directing Vedora's monstrous, reanimated body towards Valorius.

The battle that ensued was titanic. Vedora, driven by Andohr's will, clashed with Valorius with such force that the very walls of the pantheon hall crumbled under their might. They broke through, continuing their fierce battle on a nearby mountain, the ground shaking with each impact as they traded blows amidst the thunderous echoes of war.

Turning to the remaining gods, Andohr's gaze fixed on Seshat and Rudra. "What's it gonna be?" he demanded, his voice booming through the hall.

Seshat responded with her characteristic calm, undisturbed by the chaos around her.

"No one can stop the flow of the fate river. I will remain neutral in this war," she stated serenely. Rudra chuckled heartily as his laughter echoing amidst the sounds of battle. "I'm the god of war; I don't stop wars, I watch them," he declared with a broad grin. "So, I'll be enjoying the show from the sidelines, seeing which side tips the scales."

Hearing the sudden commotion, the angels burst into the scene, their eyes wide with alarm as they surveyed the gaping hole in the wall and the sounds of titanic battle echoing from outside. They looked to Seshat for guidance, their faces etched with confusion and fear.

"Leave," Seshat commanded calmly, effectively halting the angels in their tracks and sparing them from the deadly conflict. However, Valorius, consumed by rage, bellowed his orders without hesitation. "Capture that traitor Andohr and Seraphine!" His voice boomed across the chaos, spurring his angels into action.

Despite Seshat's warning, the angels of Valorius charged into the hall, driven by their god's command. They rushed at Andohr and Seraphine, their celestial armor gleaming under the dim light of the disrupted pantheon.

"Mere angels daring to go against gods? We definitely need a new pantheon," Seraphine snickered at their boldness as she scoffed. With a casual flick of her wrist, she summoned blades of ethereal energy that sliced through the angels in a mere blink of an eye, their bodies falling before they could even react.

Seshat shook her head, a sigh escaping her lips as she witnessed the unnecessary loss of lives. "So many lives lost... You should stop this, sister," she implored quietly. But Seraphine only snickered again, her eyes cold. "It's because of you, you cryptic idiot. If you weren't so obsessed with your mysteries, we might have seen a clearer path," she spat, dismissing Seshat's plea.

After leaving the pantheon, Seraphine, Andohr, and Salesi appeared in a dark, neglected hall. As they materialized, the hall slowly lit up, revealing portraits of Andohr covered in layers of dust, each frame a silent testament to his once-grand legacy.

"What is this place?" Salesi asked, her voice echoing slightly in the expansive room.

"This used to be my home, " Andohr said with a touch of nostalgia.

Seraphine walked around the room, her steps measured, and her eyes scanned every detail. "What's next, Andohr?" she asked, her tone serious. "I took a risk by leaving the Pantheon to stand with you, so you better have a solid plan."

"Your decision to join me, Seraphine, will be remembered as the best decision you've ever made," Andohr laughed heartily.

As he spoke, the hall fully lit up, revealing its true grandeur—a grand throne hall that had seen better days but now stood ready to reclaim its glory. With a grand wave of his hand, Andohr summoned several thrones from the ground, each one ornately designed and fit for the gods who would occupy them.

He gestured towards Seraphine and Salesi to take their seats. With a cautious glance, Seraphine chose a throne that resonated with her essence of knowledge and intrigue, while Salesi, filled with pride and awe, sat on a throne that seemed to embrace her newfound status.

Andohr then turned and climbed the stairs at the end of the hall and reached the highest throne—a majestic seat that towered over the others. He sat down, his gaze sweeping over his companions.

"Let's begin forging a new destiny," Andohr declared, his voice booming. "One where gods remember why they feared the name Andohr. We start here, with alliances, strategies, and reclaiming the power that rightfully belongs to us."

"And what now?" Seraphine sighed as she settled into her new throne.

"Zorian won't just let us walk away. He'll use the entire Pantheon's forces to hunt us down."

"Let him try," he sneered. "Zorian is weaker now, and he knows it. With your network of spies and my power, we're already ten steps ahead. We'll bring more gods to our side. They're not all blind followers of Zorian's outdated ideals." He paused, letting the weight of his words sink in. "But first, we need to decode the grimoire. Morbus has an idea on how to do that, and it's fucking brilliant."