Reborn ghost seeing lady is pampered by her ex husband - Chapter 456

Chapter 456: Go to hell.
Suddenly the temple began to tremble as if it would collapse at any moment, the weather outside changed as the clouds darkened. The fury of the deity could be felt and its unwillingness to end its actions was declared without a word being said.

“If I refuse to stop, what will you do? My husband was destroyed, his divinity vanquished the moment he was slayed by humans unfairly because they lost a war and claimed he did not give their leader sufficient help.

Why didn’t they go to the god of war or the thousands of other deities and blame them? Your kind expects to ask and be given instantly forgetting that millions of others are asking so not everyone will get what they desire.

You are all selfish and you do not serve to live so you must suffer, all of you. Your greed will be your downfall, fathers will kill sons and husbands will kill their wives. You will destroy each other, and I will watch in pleasure for eternity.” The words flowed with anger like a river of molten lava.

At that point, they realized that they deity was too far gone, and she would not stop unless she was stopped. Maureen chanted some words as she aimed her arrow at the golden statue, without warming she shot the arrow at it.

The arrow was intercepted by a twisting vine like strand that emerged from the flames of the fire torches that were mounted on the walls.

“Ha-ha-ha!” The deity let out a taunting laugh that was full of mockery. “How dare you walk in here and fight me in my own temple.” It continued to laugh.

More snaking tendrils sprouted out of the fire were formed and the deity commanded them to attack Maureen who shot the arrow.

Maureen was flexible, jumping running and leaping in the air, she avoided some but was lashed by others, with every lash that touched her body, she let out a piercing cry.

“Now would be a good moment for you guys to step in.” She yelled.

Rekha was fighting her own battle; with her fan she was slicing the red eyed bats that had suddenly flown in through the windows that were opened by a gust of strong winds.

“Stop slicing through them!” Phoebe yelled from the protective bubble that the spirit had put her in.

Rekha spared her a quizzical glace. “Why would I?” She lost focus briefly and got bitten by one.

There was no time to cry out, she picked it up with her hands and tore it apart by the wings before thrusting it at a group of others heading their way.

“Look at the dead ones.” Phoebe pointed at a tiny heap of dead bats, the lifeless bats did not perish but instead reconstructed their form, one sliced bat multiplying into two.

“I hate this fucking shit! Rekha cursed, she began to chat a spell that weakened everything supernatural that was formed from the elements or controlled by them. The birds were being controlled by the wind and the snaking tendrils had been formed from fire. Maureen joined and so did Phoebe and the spirit.

Phoebe drew a circle in the air and scattered salt infused with herbs on the ground and in the air as they chanted, “Elements twisted, now undone, return to the void from which you have spun. We call forth the power to unbind thee, we sever your strength, we end your fight.”

This was one of the most common spells taught in the academy and it worked for the dead bats began to vanish while the snaking tendrils of fire that were now coiled around Maureen’s feet pinning her to the floor dwindled into nothing.

In response the deity let out a haughty laugh. “I was just warming up, I guess that i have to pull out my real powers and show you the difference between a deity and a demon.”

The spirit which had the crimson sabre in its hands locked eye contact with Phoebe. “When the eye blinks you shoot.” It communicated inwardly.

Even though the bullet had been modified to be soundless and invisible. They did not know how the deity would react to it. The deity was quick so she she had to faster than the speed of thought just like the bullet was.

Maureen and Rekha were still chanting a spell taught to guardians, one that vanquished the strongest of evils.

“By the ancient light that never wanes….”

As they chanted, they held enchanted mirrors in the direction of the eye, pulling out the energy that was within. While it would not kill the deity, it would weaken it enough to be captured or killed by the sabre.

Phoebe seized the perfect moment and started running towards the doll, shooting at the eye where the power of the doll was centered. Her bullets did not just pierce into the eye, they pierced into the body of the doll itself.

The deity was fighting back, trying to manipulate their thoughts with illusions of wealth and greed. Phoebe saw herself sitting on a mountain of gold. She broke through the illusion quickly because she did have an actual mountain of gold.

Maureen saw gold coins raining down on her like drops of rain from the sky. She sneered and said, “I hate rain.” Like Phoebe, she broke through the illusion quickly.

Rekha saw herself lying in a forest surrounded by precious gems scattered on the ground. Rekha was bewitched for a moment and almost dropped the mirror as the beating of her heart started to slow down. Maureen slapped a talisman on her chest to draw her out of the illusion.

Phoebe in the meantime did not stop shooting until there were no bullets in the gun. She had trained hard at aiming at a target, every last one of those bullets hit the doll.

Silence enveloped the temple, neither the deity nor the people in there were talking.

“Is it dead?” Phoebe finally asked, unsure but her feet carried her closer to the shards of gold that had once made up the body of the doll.

The weather outside began to get clearer, the fire torches extinguished themselves.

“Let me see those guns, what the hell did you do to those bullets for them to kill a deity?” Maureen asked, she crouched, picked up her bow and arrow. Taking aim at the ground, she shot it in the eye which was still intact.

A groaning sound came from inside indicating that the deity was not dead but rather weakened. The Saxon spirit wasted no time in slicing the ruby in half as it made scary loud chants in an ancient language.

Dark energy emerged from the split eye, wailing in a language that they did not understand.

The ground shattered, exposing a dark abyss filled with echoing cries of the tormented. The eye and all the remains of the doll were pulled into it and it closed up.

“Go to hell!” Maureen spat on the floor, rubbing the burnt marks on her arms.

Phoebe dropped to the ground, her shock outweighing her fatigue. “Was that hell? Was that hell? It went straight to hell. Do deities go to hell? Where was the fire?”

She wiped the beads of sweat that had formed above her sharp nose.

“There was no other place to send that thing.” The spirit answered.