chapter 33

Unperturbed young Milo doesn't even hesitate as he summons power and starts blasting the incoming beams of lights with attacks causing blood and body parts to rain down. Within moments the area they were in looks like the sight of a war crime as young Milo starts walk the field of body parts, those that were killed before they arrived were the lucky ones. Some of the gods who were unlucky enough to survive the initial blast began begging for mercy when he approached them.

"Please have mercy I was only doing what I told!" a god who looked like a man with a thick fur across his body and canine features cries out as he tries to slide away his legs and one arm gone. "Would you have spared me if I begged like you are?" young Milo ask coldly and crushed the god's head under his heel when he hesitates to answer before moving to the next goddess who faired better than the canine god.

"I was just doing what I was told," the goddess says whimpering as she tries to scoot away. Where wings once were were now only charred stumps. "If you let me go perhaps we can reach a mutual understanding?" she suggested pressing her chest up, "I like a strong..." Without uttering a word Milo used a blade of energy to sever her head dispatching her as the energy she had been building up rebounds her body exploding in a bloody mist.

"Please spare me. I'll do..." another god meets their demise as young Milo crushed their skull.

"Why do they keep coming?" young Milo says as he blast another incoming beams of light the god inside was small enough their entire body disintegrated before it hit the ground.

"how many is that?" young Milo to himself as he turns and dodged a god who landed and managed to sneak up on him. "You should have gone home," young Milo says darkly before shoving his hand through the god who looked like a giant chameleon before squeezing its heart while it rapidly changed colors before blood spurted from its mouth when its heart explodes and young Milo pulls his hand free letting the body drop to the ground.

"I believe you make number eighty four," young Milo says as he looks to the sky waiting for the next beam of light to come from the sky.