The broadsword had been dragged with a voice of "Criiik!" being heard clearly. Then, a dead male, a dead swordswoman, and a demihuman had her head being severed were visibly seen as the broadsword moved.
"Do you want to go with another round, Technoknight?"
The woman who dragged the broadsword as her body was full of blood and bruises answered the tyrant who sat on the pile of dead bodies.
"As if I would give up!"
"Oh? Why don't you look yourself in the mirror first before you are fighting against me again?" The tyrant questioned the woman in a disdain tone.
The Technoknight paused. And then, she answered to the tyrant,
"Cause we are the same person. Either that you are me. Or I am you!"
She rose her broadsword with her remaining strength as her resolution was clear, to annihilate the tyrant who sat in the pile of dead bodies.
Her eyes were focused on the tyrant who looked at her with disdain. Then, she said,
"Well... I guess... Before I am starting to slain the rest of the demihumans. I shall entertain you slowly and painfully."
She stood after she stated so, and she pulled her longsword that was skewered the demihumans who one of them was a human with an elf ear.
When she pulled the sword, she looked at the blade in a disdainful look.
"Impurity is the same as the trash!"
Then, she pointed the sword that had managed to reach close to the Technoknight's right eye. She stated,
"Let's see... Who will be the victor!"
And then, the Technoknight replied to her,
"There is only one Corona who shall be alive!"
Crackle!!
The lightning voice was heard clearly, as the declaration of the war remained unknown to whoever was the victor.
The tyrant and the Technoknight exchanged the blade's blow, and it was faded out without knowing who the victor was.
And the last voice is heard,
"Technoknights. Yes, we are. The only knights who could defeat the real Corona, the goddess of war."
"Achoo!!"
Time had rewind to five years ago. Where there was a yellow-haired woman with a nice body that she had being sneezed as if someone was talking about her. She was wearing the blue-colored valkyrie armor and sat at the throne. And then, she looked at her paper that had written in red ink as "Rejected."
She observed the reason why. And it was a similar reason that was reported to her.
"Covid-19 Suspect."
She Couldn't be able to stand the insult from the human from the earth thanks to the statement written, and she scowled out of frustration.
"For fuck sake! I'm Corona! A goddess of war. And I'm not Covid-19! But why have the earthlings treated me like a stranger who will spread a virus to them?!"
While she scowled with many forbidden words that came out from her mouth, she scratched her head with the wing-shaped head armor seated there with herself continuing to frown.
"I don't care who the dude is, beautiful, trap-like, handsome, ugly, oldies, or whatever. But please! Give me one! I know that my name is Corona, but that's the name I got from my parents. Yetβ¦"
She was crying as she was lied down on her throne. She never thought this could happen. However, she had tried to summon a thousand youngsters or oldies from Japan. Still, everyone had rejected her with the same answer.
"You are a Covid-19 suspect. Shoo!!"
In fact, it was the goddess's name. Corona. And she was not a virus nor someone who had Covid-19 in her body!
She was aware that salvation was a must for her to save that world! But, she longed for a hero to assist her with that, however. Nobody wanted to be her hero, thanks to her name.
It made her felt worried that someday, her follower will be left her. And once that everyone left her, she would lose her goddess title for eternity and reborn as a human on the earth.
The goddess was stressed when she had realized that. To relax her own mind, the goddess created a newspaper that reported anything that happened in Japan. But, she had read something that was not a piece of pleasant news for her, written at the headline.
"One hundred and forty corona suspect cases have been confirmed in Japan."
She was read the part of it out loud with herself responded in a raged expression.
"I HATE MYSELF!!"
And she continued it by smashing her own head to the chair out of frustration until there was a man who showed up with a confusing look. But, as a normal man. He knew what he had to do that he rushed to the poor goddess who smashed her own head to the chair as her head started to bleed while she shouted, "I HATE MYSELF!!" Repeatedly.
The "Klang" voice had been heard repeatedly, but she was alone on the place with only the throne that accompanied her. In other means, nobody would know that she would headbang herself to death.
In the next headbanging to the throne, a flash of the hand had reached the place without herself noticed it that she continued to headbanging her own head to the throne. There was a voice that resonated from her next headbanging.
Thud!
It was a "Thud!" Voice rather than "Klang!" Voice as her head armor was the one that protected her head from a possible hemorrhage thanks to her monstrous power of headbanging.
"Don't injure yourself, little lady. Injures will ruin your face." The man who had his hand covered her forehead stopped her with his soothing voice.
As the soothing voice of a man heard, she looked back. And with an expression as someone who had finally found a treasure. She shouted internally as she said with a weary look.
"Finally, there is a man who wanted me, this beautiful goddess of war."
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