The Chronicles of the Man Who Became a God and Did Whatever He Wanted - Chapter 44

“Well~ that was surprisingly anticlimactic.”

Sitting on the throne, I muttered as I watched the king about to have his head chopped off by Tyran.

It had been only ten days since I defeated that massive dragon, and after just one day of attacking, the castle fell.

The Holy Kingdom’s army, having lost its greatest asset, the guardian dragon Zarlbal, saw morale plummet, and with growing distrust of the state, more and more soldiers defected to the Revolutionary Army.

The only ones who resisted were the king and a few loyal nobles and bodyguards. With only a small force left, the king’s faction was immediately captured. The castle was taken without a single drop of bl00d being shed, resulting in a bloodless surrender. This was all thanks to Lilia and Crie working behind the scenes. Lilia had s3x and brainwashed the soldiers, while Crie with her grown p3nis and I kept the women under control, turning them to our side and weakening the king’s supporters. That’s how we achieved the bloodless surrender. You should be grateful, Tyran.

“Well, with this, the conquest of the country is over. Next… it’s time for the Walsh Religion.”

Tyran swung his sword and decapitated the king, and the room was instantly drenched in bl00d gushing from his severed neck.

Now, let’s move on to the main attraction…

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“Hah… how much did they suck out of the people to build this temple…?”

The Walsh Temple, the headquarters of the Walsh religion, was hideously gaudy… The design was a stone temple from the Greek era, but everything was made of gold, and its decorations were studded with colorful jewels.

It’s the perfect example of nouveau riche, it’s revolting… Honestly, this temple must be worth more than the entire national budget.

“So, why aren’t we charging in?”

“It seems that a barrier has been set up around the temple, making it difficult to break in…”

A barrier, huh… I can see a dome-shaped membrane. One of the revolutionaries who touched it got a burn on his arm. So, it damages anyone who touches it? Yeah, this would make attacking difficult.

“Make way.”

The soldiers reacted to my voice and cleared the path. As I passed by the soldier who had been injured earlier, I healed his wounds, and he bowed to me. Looks like I’ve gained another follower.

I positioned myself in front of the barrier…

[Disappear.]

With just a snap of my wrist, I dispelled the barrier. Now nothing is in the way.

Well, time to deal with the Walsh priests, even though it’s annoying.

“Tyran.”

“Ha!”

Tyran went in first and started scattering and cutting down the warrior monks. Maybe it’s because they’re his sister’s enemies, but he’s slaying them without mercy.

I leisurely walk behind them. By the way, I’ve ordered that cute women aren’t to be killed. What if they’re not cute? I won’t kill them, but I plan to make them into the soldiers’ tools for sexual release.

As I walked down the bloodstained red path created by Tyran, I finally reached the deepest part. There, trembling in the corner, were a group of naked men, inexplicably covered in bl00d. These must be the priests, I thought, and as I shifted my gaze, I looked up at the altar, where…

“This is another terrible sight…”

There was a girl, her body mutilated, her limbs torn off, and her eyeballs gouged out. She had lost enough bl00d to die, yet she was still breathing. She was probably being kept alive by magic, forcibly extending her life.

It was the same when I looked into Shirley’s memories. They really do some messed-up things.

That girl must be the successor to Shirley, the new saint. She’s younger than Shirley, probably about the same age as Crie.

I feel disgusted by the priests who would do such a thing to a girl like her.

“My lord… I have a request.”

“You don’t need to say it.”

Tyran must have seen Shirley in this girl’s suffering.

I healed the girl. Completely restored, she had a cute face, with a noticeable childlike innocence. Her mind didn’t seem completely broken yet; with the right care, she should be alright.

Tyran took off his cloak and draped it over the girl, hiding her body. After gently stroking her head, he drew his sword and pointed it at the priests. His expression was that of a demon, filled with burning rage.

He was ready to slay them all right then.

“Wait, Tyran.”

I stopped him.

“My Lord, why are you stopping me!? These creatures have no value; I need to kill them…”

“Hold on. I didn’t say I wouldn’t kill anyone. Honestly, I want to kill them right away as well.”

As soon as we met, I was shown something disgusting, and I couldn’t stop wanting to kill them either.

“Then!”

“It’d be dull to just kill them right away, wouldn’t it?”

I took it out. Yes, it was the ball of condensed toxins from the sexually transmitted diseases, extracted from Shirley’s body when she was still the saint.

“I won’t allow them to die easily. I’ll kill them slowly and painfully, making them regret being born. My way.”

The priests were all begging for help, with some even praying to a god who wasn’t there. What a bunch of fools.

“Tyran, cut off their limbs.”

“Understood. Hah!”

Tyran swung his sword, and the priests’ limbs were severed. The priests screamed in pain, and one of them begged for my help. Fine by me.

With my magic, the bleeding stopped, and the priests were relieved, no longer at risk of dying from bl00d loss.

Come on, this is just the beginning.

I cast magic on each of the priests who were in a helpless state. What did I cast, you ask? Well, let me show you…

I ordered Tyran to decapitate them. One of the priests died, or so it seemed, but the next moment, the priest’s head floated up and reattached to the body.

What I cast was an immortality spell. Lucky for you guys, you’ve achieved humanity’s ultimate dream: immortality. But the pain you’ll feel is five times worse. The priest whose head was severed let out a silent scream, foaming at the mouth before passing out.

Well then, let’s move on to the others. I went around casting the immortality spell until I reached the last one, an old man. This old man started insulting me like crazy. What’s wrong with this guy?

“You, whose only purpose is to offer gold, dare treat me like this? I, the representative of the one true god Walsh, will make you face divine retribution!”

In the end, it was all about money.

This old man, according to Tyran, is the High Priest, the head of the Walsh church. Well, if that’s the case… I’ll give him the harshest punishment.

I embedded the toxin ball into the old man, and he immediately began to suffer.

“Gugh!? Gaahhh!?”

This toxin ball has been imbued with special magic. First, I enhanced the potency of the STD toxins a hundredfold, then I blended in other deadly poisons, creating a god-like poison that will generate and continue to spread eternally.

Normally, he would be dead already, but thanks to the immortality spell I cast earlier, he won’t die. Instead, he suffers from the poison, which is constantly regenerated by magic, and the pain comes back five times stronger. The poison will keep generating and healing, and the pain will return… I’ll call this eternal poison hell.

“And this is the memory and pain of the saint, who is your victim.”

For this old man, I specially implanted the hellish memories extracted from Shirley into the High Priest’s mind, complete with phantom pain.

“Gyaaaaahhh!! Aaaaaahhh!!?”

It’s a double blow to both the body and mind. Oh, I need to make sure I don’t break their minds completely… Alright, they won’t lose their minds now. It’d be boring if their minds broke first.

Alright, I’ll go ahead and inject poison into everyone now.

Don’t worry, I have as many toxin balls as I want. I made duplicates just for today.

Well then, it’s time for Tyran’s long-awaited turn…

“Go ahead, Tyran. Kill to your heart’s content. Take vengeance for Shirley.”

“Such an honor…!”

Tyran began to unleash his pent-up rage on the priests. He cut them to pieces, and when they regenerated, he would cut them again. He continued to inflict endless pain. I’ll let Shirley do this later, after all, it will be her revenge too.

I could hear the priests crying out for help. Help them? What a joke.

“Why should I help the followers of any god other than myself?”

You’ve been enjoying the good life until now, haven’t you? Then you’ll have to take this punishment. Enjoy your eternal hell.

Well, things are about to get busy. I’ll find anyone even remotely connected to the Walsh church, recruit those who are useful, and deal with those who aren’t.

It’s going to take a lot of effort, but I’ll make sure to do it thoroughly. Why? It’s simple.

“I don’t need any god other than myself. If anyone calls themselves a god, I’ll crush them.”

This is my world. I don’t need any gods besides myself.

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