The dragon's harem

Chapter 2105: Feeding Frenzy

Isdis had just become a divine, and at that moment, every church in the entire empire was informed by their god. It was a huge moment, since as a divine of control, Isdis’s dominion over the empire can threaten many of the lesser gods and obscure deities. Someone like Amaterasu cannot be overshadowed no matter what, but if Isdis and Mira weren’t close, Mira’s church would’ve been in grave danger.

But as if fate was mocking them, at the same moment Isdis became a divine, her little sister, the Divine of Gluttony, appeared once more in the mortal world. And unlike the calm notification everyone got about Isdis’s ascension, they got an immediate harsh warning, even from Amaterasu.

All gods were to pull their believers out of Lucy’s land, unless they want them to be devoured alive. Even Amaterasu had pulled all of her people out in the blink of an eye with her divine magic.

The sun seemed to remain still in the heart of the sky, and the air went quiet. Everyone around them in the world could feel a sting of pain in their bellies, and before they could cry, the comforting warmth of the sun soothed their pain.

Many asked and prayed, trying to understand what was happening, and the answer they got from Amaterasu was simple, short, and just two words long.

[Feeding Frenzy]

A dark shadow emerged in the middle of the sky and blocked the sun. As the people looked up in horror, praying it was an eclipse caused by Amaterasu, they soon found out that wasn’t the case as the shadow grew an eye and glared at them with utter wrath and madness.

That titanic blue eye, the hunger, the gluttonous lust, the pure will of ravenous consumption. The people of the north couldn’t mistake it; that was the eye of their divine, Lucy Lior Ruris, Isdis’s little sister, and the Divine Deity of Gluttony.

In the next instant, the dark shadow disappeared, and the shone once more. The people felt a moment of relief, but the gods didn’t.

Every world has a limit to how much divine influence can be allowed in it. That was the metric the world used to limit the gods, trying to contain and ensure that their power doesn’t destroy reality and harm the mortals.

In the middle of the pale snow, at the heart of the cage that Gamond built in the Arctic North, a little girl wearing a simple fur coat appeared barefoot in front of the advancing army of orcs, glaring right at them with burning blue eyes and a face devoid of all human emotions.

Arad and Gamond, who were watching the army from afar while keeping an eye on Arlo’s party, froze. What they could sense wasn’t a limited divine being, but one at full power, and on the edge of madness at that.

In the sky above, they could see a massive splash of blood as a naked Gojo was flung toward the ground, his entire body half-eaten as if he had been attacked by ravenous wolves. Arad immediately teleported away to catch him, and quickly noticed that his brother was missing his left arm, right leg up to the thighs, half of his ribs, organs, blood, and that he looked like a half-eaten chicken wing.

Arad tried to heal him, and growled. "Where did you go? What did happen?"

Gojo growled as he opened one eye and stared at Arad. "The orcs... their hunger and pain are spilling into Lucy, and the agony drove her mad. I took her into my stomach and teleported away so she won’t consume everything, but like a rat, she ate her way out of my stomach, and then I ended up like this."

"What?" Arad glared down, he should’ve expected this with the orc’s hunger.

"Can’t she just, block them? They fall under her portfolio, not?" As Arad landed and gave Gojo a new set of clothes, Gojo frowned.

"No, they are godless. They killed their former god and rejected her will. They give her a lot of divine magic, but enough pain to drive ancient gods mad. It’s too much for a little girl to endure." He stood, pulled a mouthful of blood, and then looked toward where Lucy stood.

"Remember that hunger that almost drove Nina insane? Multiply it by several billions. It was bad." He smiled, "But... she isn’t a little girl anymore. She managed to stabilize her mind through the agony."

The orcs spotted Lucy standing alone in the middle of the snow, and they all rushed at her. Millions of giant orcs, all charging forward at huge enough numbers that the ground groaned beneath them. Anyone seeing them charging at him like that would’ve flinched, but Lucy didn’t. Her mouth, with razor-sharp, shark-like teeth, twisted down into a frown as her eyes burned with malevolent rage.

She was in pain, in a lot of it, and it was those orcs’ fault. They refuse to bow to her, so she can’t reject the pain, and while they grant her a lot of power, what use does she have for it if she is suffering too much? Her older sister had just become a goddess; she felt it, but she couldn’t even feel happiness for her due to the pain masking all of her senses.

The first of the orcs, the massive man in heavy armor, charged directly at Lucy. He saw her, her pale skin, small frame, and delicate-looking features. To him, she looked like a pheasant, a tiny, delicious piece of meat. She could sense his hunger, all of his ravenous emotions; she knew of his pain, and the pain of all the other orcs. But he didn’t know that his pain, that his people’s pain, was already seeping to her, the only divine who could’ve helped them.

The orcs are godless, having killed their own divine, and now, they cannot fathom the new goddess who had tried to help. To them, she was nothing but food to be consumed, and for a kid like her, that was the last straw.

The large orc, alongside his armor, was chomped in half, and so were the thousands of orcs behind him. The moment Lucy’s mouth opened, thousands died without even knowing it. Many of the orcs simply blinked and found themselves sliding down a titanic, black throat as they died.

The large mouth appeared out of nowhere and took a bite, killing thousands. The orcs’ charge halted, and what they saw next was a titanic tongue that extended out of Lucy’s mouth and licked the bloodied ground clean.

The orcs immediately recognized her as a Super-class alien, and their battalions started to retreat to form a strategy and fight her. Unlike Isdis before, they didn’t have to deal with an endless storm. They had one target in front of them, and they could just shoot it.

Arlo was watching from afar, and both he and his crew paled. "That’s... a small alien." He mumbled, and Rex nodded. "Small doesn’t mean harmless. Thousands have just died, and it ate them."

Beatrice, who was already pale and shivering, growled. "We’re the ones looking for food here. How could they just eat us?"

Lapis frowned. "No, look at her closely. That pale skin, blue eyes, and blond hair. Doesn’t it look like a small version of the earlier Super-alien?"

Arlo scratched the back of his head. "Are they the same race, or a family? Anyway, it might explain why she came here so quickly after the first fell."

At that moment, Lucy finally moved from where she stood, and in the blink of an eye, she flashed through the orcs. Moving faster than they could see, she bit and tore hundreds of them each second with her bare hand and teeth, and when they thought it couldn’t get worse, it got even more horrifying.

A titanic dice appeared far above the sky, and it started spinning at horrifying speed. When it stopped, the ground shattered beneath the orcs, and an endless swarm of bloodthirsty piranha burst out, consuming everything down to the bones.

The orcs swung their blades at her, fired their spells, guns, missiles, and even called their tanks, but everything was just food for her. Their five-meter-tall armored guards in power armor, swallowed whole, their heavy tanks, chomped like biscuits, and their lives and bodies, devoured as vulgarly as a rat would consume someone from the inside out.

What they were facing wasn’t a divine, a demon, a devil, or an abomination. But a brat driven by sheer pain, hunger, and unforgiving lack of human emotions.

If they had just let her be their goddess, she could’ve ended her own pain and helped them find solace and satiate their hunger, but their very civilisation, culture, and belief reject the notion of gods and only see them as wasteful, controlling powerhouses that must be killed.

The orcs didn’t just kill their god; they would kill any god and never bow down, because to them, they want to be in full control of their fate, future, and existence.

Lucy wasn’t as merciful as Amaterasu, and she wasn’t as old and powerful to endure the pain unconditionally. When nothing worked, her only option was to get rid of the source, to eradicate the orcs so their hunger and pain won’t keep spilling out to her.