The Goddess' Champion

One by one they started to appear amidst the darkness, all around.

Covered in black cloaks and mumbling profanities.

"Where are your scars."

"I don't see them."

"A shame to our noble god."

Their identity was exposed, not that they tried to conceal it, Constantine couldn't help but smirk, so they had finally come on their own.

He only had a single phrase for this disgusting bunch.

"Your god can suck my balls, twice if possible." Message delivered, he prepared for a fight and so did Zamira - who knowing the cult's identity, didn't hold back and prepared her sword.

"Insolent to the last moment."

"We can put some scars down there as well."

"Those will be more painful for him, I like it~"

The cultists started to daydream about scarring his balls, something the conqueror wasn't quite fond of as even Zamira's body shivered at the thought.

"Which one of you was it...?" Constantine decided to avoid the talk in which his balls' fate would be discussed, instead, he asked all of them a question, it was five in total.

"What, do you think you're in a position to-"

"The one that injured the little girl... the one with the flowers, who was it? is it any of you?" He prepared his stance and his cores for this fight.

After a moment of brief silence, the five individuals broke into a laughter that only enraged him more.

"Hehe. It could have been any of us, try to be a hero and get revenge for her, you little shit." At that moment, a mysterious black fog appeared in one of their hands and he knew things weren't going to be simple.

"That's the magic of scars, be careful master!" Zamira yelled and prepared to engage at any moment, if possible she didn't want to fight with the cult as those that retaliated didn't live to tell the tale, but something inside was screaming to let loose, she longed to keep fighting as she had been until now.

Unlike her, however, was determined to allow a laugh to come out of his lips, "I will get revenge for the girl. but trust me, the state I will leave your disgusting copse at... I won't be labelled a Hero~"

"MERE BRAVADO! ATTACK!" His words were enough to trigger the five men who hurriedly went for the offensive, only to stop when a majestic blue magic aura left his body!

"Water magic, prepare!" They didn't take it as anything important for the first few seconds, but then... they had to.

*RUMBLE!!*

Because the moisture and pressure of the sea could be felt in the entire area!

[Are you mad?! Don't use all your magic in one go!]

'That's precisely what I want to do, I want to see how strong it is while unrestrained!'

Using all of the mana he had available in his ether cores, Constantine focused his imagination on a single thought, producing water and a wave.

"Zamira, I want you to go insane, don't feel any fear!" He encouraged her the moment a gargantuan torrent of water appeared above his head, like a geyser!

*WHOOOSHH!!!

Constantine used all of his strength, all of the mana of all of his cores... everything at once, focused on a single element, Water.

'If I use fire, I might cause a wildfire, so... water it is!'

Water was produced with such an abysmal speed that the members of the cult could only watch in awe.

"He's an Adept Magus!"

"I saw him! he used no spells!"

"AAAHHHH!!"

"Get on the trees!"

The cultists went chaotic the moment the first wave of water came crashing down and making them stumble into a small current, they tried to jump on the trees, but someone was there to stop them.

"I won't let you!"

Zamira jumped and slapped the heck away of one of the cultists, it produced a spurt of blood that sent the man crashing towards the incoming wave.

The moment she touched the water, she didn't feel like she was being pulled by a current unlike them, it was as if she was standing on a lake, aside from feeling marvelled, nothing else came to mind.

"Come!" Constantine pulled Zamira with a water lash and the two rested behind a tree, only to see how the water progressively levelled around them as the yells from the cultists ceased.

[You used all of your magic in one go... all of your cores are empty, that was some madness move, be prepared to fight them face to face, those guys can use faith... its magic belonging to that God, Dior.]

'I wanted to try how strong my attack would be, didn't expect it to be that strong.' Looking behind he saw how the wave travelled across, it seems that one of the members was swept away by the wave and only four remained.

"Let's go, there is no way water is going to finish them but at least they should be dizzy, kill on sight and don't pay attention to any cult or whatever!"

Zamira wielded her sword, but the way she handled it was just ridiculous, she held it like a knife, backwards.

When Constantine saw that he didn't know what to say, there is nothing more unknightly-like to do than hold the sword that way.

"I feel more comfortable like this..." That's all Zamira uttered with a troubled gaze while running towards the closest scarred cultist.

'This girl...'

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Four down and the last one managed to give some fight.

Before the black smoke could so much as touch him, Constantine punched the guy's gut, before kicking the crotch, right where it hurts the most.

"AAAHHHH!!" The man twisted in pain on the mud produced by the wave, four corpses behind him, the other fool had come back to his grave, thankfully, it'd be troublesome to chase him all the way to the wave's destination.

"You know, there is something about kicking bastards like you in the balls that never gets old, wanna try, Zamira?"

"C-Can I?"

"Of course..."

"N-No- AHHHH!!!"

"It feels nice~" Zamira giggled, it felt so nice to cause so much damage with so little effort, only a wicked mind could ever consider such.

"You can do that to anyone that's not me, alright?" He rubbed her head dearly, his 'little' disciple is learning, he felt lucky that she was such an obedient woman.

There goes another memorable lesson.

"B-Bastards... If you touch me aga!-" The man held his nonexistent crotch, all other wounds in his body seemed to become unimportant, but when he was kicked right in the face, he had to concede.

*BAANGG!!*

"If I touched you, what?" Constantine held his collar and disposed of the cloak covering his face, he noticed something that disgusted him to no end.

"What a disgusting piece of shit you are... I was expecting to see a face beyond recognition but will you look at this? pristine like a baby..."

He had uncovered the face of one of the members of the cult, it was a raven-haired man with a maniacal expression and his face didn't have even a single scar.

They go around putting scars on people's faces to promote 'salvation' yet they don't have a single one themselves, how bloody hypocritical is that!?

"Our god choose us to place scars on others so that they can be saved, we don't need them!"

*BAANGG!!*

"You don't? and a little girl does huh? don't worry... I'll make some for you before you're on your way, when you die make sure to have your disgusting God see your face and congratulate you for them but hey, perhaps he's not even alive, like Lucius~" His words produced a shiver of wrath in the cultists' eyes.

"Anyone there, Dior?! will you come and save your little slave?!" Constantine threatened God's faith right in front of the cultist who was hoping for the majestic appearance of his god.

But utter silence was the answer.

"You! our god has more important matters to attend than!-"

"Indeed, even an ant's time is too valuable for the likes of you, let alone a god... die."

*CRUNCH!!!*

Breaking his neck, he didn't waste time.

"Master, after this... there is no going back, they will blacklist and hunt us." Zamira stuttered whilst a little dizzy; the fight against the cultist had been a thrilling one, but perhaps, the fatigue was starting to catch up to her.

*CHA*

A single charge.

Constantine stood beside her, his arms crossed and considering the price of his gallantry.

"It doesn't matter... if they come we fight... if they're less than us we kill, if they're more, we retreat to another town... if the God wants to get funny, I have a Goddess behind me as well... don't ever feel fear, Zamira." He produced some water for them to clean their hands, as for disposing of the corpses? they could just rot here.

"Yes! I'm sure Lady Goddess will come and help us in our times of need." The beauty nodded with a lot of faith, just now that Dior hadn't appeared, but she had seen Aurelianne with her eyes.

Her faith in the Goddess of Life increased once more.

"How did you feel?" He asked her as they prepared to depart the area, back home; Constantine noticed she was struggling to walk and assisted her.

"It felt wonder-f-full..." Her voice turned weak and she placed her hand on his chest for support, that's when he saw it, her hands... her nails were so long and purple!

"Zamira, what's wrong with your hand?"

"E-Eh?" She mumbled before unconsciousness took her, she fell on top of him the next second.

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"Zamira!?"