Kadoc just looked at them. "so Duryodhana called him self the God of win, will shit that is not good for us".
Ophelia looked at him and nodded. "Yeah, it means that all of his brother also has Divin powers so they all are nee god's".
Kama just sigehd. "So we are dealing with 100 new gods, who has years to train there power not just that, they have Karna on there side as well".
Ritsuka then spoke. "Not really it depends on how many of the Kauravas survive, if all 100 of them survive we are fucked if it lower then yeah we are ok".
Sita, who had been quietly listening, finally spoke up. "We need to find out how many of them survived the Mahabharata war in this timeline. If the majority of the Kauravas are still alive, they could be even more dangerous than we anticipated. And if Karna is truly on their side, we need to be prepared for the worst."
Rama nodded, his expression serious. "Karna's strength, combined with divine powers, makes him a formidable opponent. We can't underestimate the threat they pose."
Mash added thoughtfully, "We should gather more information about their current numbers and capabilities. If we know what we're up against, we can strategize more effectively."
Ritsuka agreed. "Right. Our priority should be reconnaissance. We need to find out how many of the Kauravas are still active and what their exact abilities are. Once we have that information, we can plan our next move."
Kadoc frowned. "And what about Bhima? He barely held his own against Duryodhana, and that was just one of them. We need to figure out how to strengthen our forces, or we might not stand a chance."
Ophelia looked at Ritsuka. "We'll need more than just strength. We need allies, resources, and perhaps even a way to counter their divine powers. We should consider reaching out to others who might be able to help us."
Kama, still lounging casually, remarked, "Well, if we're facing a bunch of new gods, it might be time to call in some old gods for backup."
Ritsuka nodded, determination in his eyes. "Agreed. We'll need all the help we can get. Let's move quickly—we don't have time to waste."
The group began to formulate a plan, knowing that the battles ahead would be some of the toughest they had ever faced.
Ritsuka then looked at the group. "I think if anyone would have exact numbers Pepe".
Arjuna, Rama, Sita, and Bhima just titled they head. "Who"
Kadoc looked at them. "A member of team A one if the crypter like Me, Ritsuka and Ophelia, but the big Question where is her"
Anastasia then thought. "Did one of the Kauravas took a liking to him, like how did it Kadoc when he came to my Lostbelt".
Ophelia then spoke. "I mean he is gay".
Ritsuka chuckled lightly at Ophelia's comment, breaking some of the tension. "Yeah, Pepe is definitely not the type to be easily swayed by anyone, even if they're divine beings. But he's resourceful and has a way of navigating even the most bizarre situations. If anyone could have survived and figured out what's going on with the Kauravas, it's him."
Arjuna, still processing, asked, "So this Pepe... he's part of your group, right? You trust him?"
Ritsuka nodded. "Absolutely. He's eccentric, but he's also incredibly capable. If we can find him, he'll be able to give us the information we need. The only problem is figuring out where he might be."
Kadoc rubbed his chin in thought. "Knowing Pepe, he could be anywhere—probably somewhere unexpected. But if he's in this Lostbelt, there has to be some trace of him. We'll need to start searching, maybe look for signs of his handiwork."
Anastasia added, "If one of the Kauravas did take an interest in him, it might not be out of the question that Pepe is somewhere close to them. We should be cautious, though. If he's with them, there's no telling what kind of situation he might be in."
Ophelia, still mulling over the idea, suggested, "We might need to use some of our resources to track him down. Perhaps a few well-placed scouts or some recon from our more discreet allies."
Ritsuka agreed. "We'll divide our efforts. Some of us will continue to gather information about the Kauravas and their new powers, while others will focus on finding Pepe. If we can locate him, we might gain the advantage we need."
The group began to plan their next moves, aware that time was of the essence. The search for Pepe would be crucial in their efforts to counter the growing threat of the Kauravas and their newfound divine powers.
Meanwhile what was Pepe doing as he said he was looking for Ashwatthama, as he was in a mountainous area.
Pepe looked around before he heard the sound of fire and wheel spining. "Of course come to place fill with all types of Monster".
Pepe walked to the Area as he saw who he was looking for, as he was doing something, that something was destroying the monster population.
Pepe just looked at him and spoke. "I knew I would find you here".
Ashwatthama stopped his kill and looked back at the person who summond him. "I see so you did what of it".
Pepe then looked at him. "I wonder if your more angry because you learn even in this Lostbelt this Verison of you didn't become and Instead died and the Kauravas did".
Ashwatthama scooper of that. "First of all I don't care what Happened to my Lostbelt counter part, and as for The Kauravas and then calling them self the new gods, will fuck that".
Pepe chuckled, sensing the fiery resolve in Ashwatthama's words. "Ah, there it is. That fierce spirit. The Kauravas are getting a little too bold for their own good, aren't they? Declaring themselves new gods… it's practically begging for someone to knock them down a peg."
Ashwatthama's eyes narrowed, his grip tightening on his weapon. "They dare to call themselves gods, but they're nothing more than mortals playing with power they don't understand. If they think they can rewrite the laws of this world, they're in for a rude awakening."
Pepe nodded, his expression serious. "That's exactly what I wanted to hear. We need someone with your strength, your fury, to remind them that not everyone will bow to their so-called divine status. You're not just a warrior, Ashwatthama—you're a force of nature, and they're going to learn that the hard way."
Ashwatthama snorted, clearly unimpressed by the flattery but not entirely dismissive either. "They'll learn, one way or another. I don't need to be reminded of who I am, or what I'm capable of. If they stand in my way, I'll crush them. If they seek to challenge me, I'll show them the true meaning of wrath."
Pepe grinned, satisfied with Ashwatthama's response. "Good. That's exactly the kind of energy we're going to need in the coming days. The Kauravas think they're untouchable, but with someone like you out there, they're about to get a very painful lesson in humility."
Ashwatthama remained silent, his gaze focused on the horizon. He didn't need to say anything more—his intentions were clear. Pepe knew that when the time came, Ashwatthama would be a force to be reckoned with, a wild card in the looming battle against the self-proclaimed new gods.
As Pepe turned to leave, he couldn't help but feel a strange mixture of anticipation and dread. The pieces were falling into place, but the game was far from over. And with Ashwatthama on the board, things were about to get a lot more intense.
Pepe turned back, a grin spreading across his face as he caught Ashwatthama's words. "Master," coming from Ashwatthama, was a rare acknowledgement, almost a sign of respect, albeit begrudging.
Ashwatthama's gaze was intense as he continued, "You should have summoned me as a Berserker, not an Archer."
Pepe chuckled, shaking his head. "Summoning you as a Berserker, huh? I'll admit, the thought crossed my mind. But let's be honest—if I had summoned you in that state, there'd be no world left for you to protect, let alone destroy. Your rage, unbridled and unchecked, would tear everything apart, and where's the fun in that?"
Ashwatthama huffed, his expression hard but not entirely dismissive of Pepe's reasoning. "Maybe, but as an Archer, I'm too calm. This battlefield doesn't need calm; it needs wrath, blood, and fire."
Pepe stepped closer, his tone shifting to something more serious. "Ashwatthama, you're not just any Servant. You're a symbol of relentless fury, yes, but you're also a warrior with purpose. Summoning you as an Archer gives you control, precision—something the Berserker class would strip from you. We need your anger, but we need it directed. And you, more than anyone, know how to channel that rage into something far more destructive than a mindless rampage."
Ashwatthama remained silent for a moment, considering Pepe's words. The flames in his eyes didn't die down, but they seemed more focused, more determined. "You summoned me this way for a reason. Just don't expect me to hold back when the time comes."
Pepe smiled, turning to leave again. "Wouldn't dream of it. When the time comes, unleash everything you've got. Just make sure it's aimed at our enemies, not our allies."
With that, Pepe walked away, leaving Ashwatthama alone with his thoughts. The Archer stared out at the mountains, the fury within him burning as brightly as ever. He might not have been summoned as a Berserker, but when the moment arrived, he knew he'd be just as devastating, if not more. And with the battles ahead, that kind of power would be necessary.
Back with Ritsuka group as Bhima was being healed up as they were talking about Pepe, they Hurd a giant Explosion, as they turned there head to see 500000 kilometres away from them, Ritsuka looked at his arm as he saw Tiger Funeral simble glowing as he sighed.
Ritsuka just looked at the group. "Will Duryodhana survived, will seeing the explosion his body is going to gone for a while".
Kadoc looked at Ritsuka. "So should we be running".
Ritsuka looked at him. "No he can't run in the speed of light or will shadow, so no he is probably on the floor of that Forrest in pain".
Bhima smirked at that. "Oh I wish I see that".
Meanwhile were Duryodhana was will to say he was not ok was an understatement, his left leg and right arm were gone his his left arm destroyed his speak broke his skin was burned and cut, with a missing part of his skinn on his face showing his skull were his eye ball was showing, his divin powers was working on over time trying to heal him, as then Duryodhana then saw someone coming be has silver hair, wearing a royal outfit that fits a king as Duryodhana looked at him, this was one of his 100 brothers
Duryodhana's brother, with his silver hair gleaming in the light of the blazing fires around them, approached calmly, his royal attire pristine despite the devastation surrounding them. The aura he exuded was one of authority and calmness, a stark contrast to Duryodhana's current state of ruin.
As he knelt beside Duryodhana, he examined the severe wounds that covered his brother's body. The divine energy that Duryodhana had stolen was barely keeping him alive, working tirelessly to mend the grievous injuries. However, it was clear that the damage was extensive and not something that could be easily healed.
Duryodhana's eyes were filled with a mix of pain and impatience as he growled, "What are you waiting for? Heal me already! The only reason I'm not dead is because of the divinity I stole. You're one of the new gods of health after all—you took the title from the Ashvins themselves. Or are you just going to stand there and let me die?"
His brother's expression remained neutral as he placed a hand over Duryodhana's chest, channeling a soothing, golden light that began to flow into his body. "Calm yourself, Duryodhana. Your rage is understandable, but it won't help you now. This will take time. The damage you sustained is severe, and even with my abilities, you won't be at full strength for a while."
As the light continued to work on Duryodhana's wounds, slowly regenerating his missing limbs and healing the burns, the god of health spoke softly, his tone almost detached. "You must learn to control your anger, brother. It's what led you into this state in the first place. The power you've gained is immense, but it's also dangerous if you let it consume you."
Duryodhana grimaced as the pain of his injuries gradually dulled, his limbs beginning to reappear as flesh knitted together under the healing light. "Save the lecture," he spat, though with less venom than before. "I don't need your wisdom, just your power. Once I'm healed, I'll make them all pay—Ritsuka, Bhima, all of them."
His brother sighed, finishing the healing process as best he could. "Revenge is a path that will only lead to more suffering, even for someone like you. But if that's what drives you, then so be it. Just remember, we have a greater purpose than this endless cycle of hatred and destruction."
Duryodhana pushed himself up, his strength slowly returning as he flexed his newly regenerated limbs. "Greater purpose? The only purpose that matters is ensuring our victory. I'll crush anyone who stands in our way, and I'll make sure they all suffer for what they've done."
His brother stood up, his expression unchanging. "Do what you must, but be mindful of the cost. Even a god can fall if they push too far."
Duryodhana scoffed, though the words lingered in his mind. He looked at his fully healed body, feeling the raw power coursing through him once more. "Let them try. I'll show them what happens when they dare to defy the gods."
As his brother turned to leave, Duryodhana clenched his fist, the divine energy within him pulsing with renewed strength. The fight was far from over, and this time, he would make sure his enemies would not survive the next encounter.
Duryodhana then looked at his brother. "Vikarna thank you".
Vikarna just looked at him. "How did this even happen, how did you destroy so much".
Duryodhana gritted his teeth as he stood up, still feeling the lingering pain from his injuries despite Vikarna's healing. He glanced around at the devastation surrounding them, the once lush forest now reduced to a smoldering battlefield. "It was that damn Ritsuka and his Servants. They caught me off guard, especially with that shadow dragon of his. The power they wielded... I underestimated them."
Vikarna nodded, his expression thoughtful. "Ritsuka is not one to be taken lightly. But you've gained so much power, Duryodhana. Yet, you let your rage cloud your judgment. The destruction you caused wasn't just from their attacks—you let your own power get out of control."
Duryodhana frowned, frustration evident in his eyes. "I know, Vikarna. But this fight isn't over. Next time, I'll be ready. They won't catch me off guard again."
Vikarna placed a hand on Duryodhana's shoulder, his touch firm but reassuring. "Just remember, brother, even gods must learn restraint. Power without control is a dangerous thing. We'll need all our strength and cunning if we are to achieve victory."
Duryodhana nodded, though a spark of anger still burned in his eyes. "I understand. But when the time comes, I'll make sure they pay. We are gods now, and they will learn to fear us."
Vikarna then looked at his brother as he pulled out his sword. "But once we do fight, would you allow me to fight him".
Duryodhana studied Vikarna for a moment, noticing the determination in his brother's eyes. The request was unexpected, but he knew Vikarna's skills well. He wasn't just a healer; he was a formidable warrior in his own right.
Duryodhana nodded slowly. "If that's what you want, Vikarna. When the time comes, you'll have your chance to face Ritsuka. But don't underestimate him. He's not like the others."
Vikarna smiled faintly, a mix of anticipation and resolve in his expression. "I won't. I've seen what he can do, and I'll be prepared. But there's something about him... something that makes me want to test my strength against his. Perhaps it's the challenge, or perhaps it's because, like us, he's fighting for something greater."
Duryodhana's eyes narrowed slightly, but he didn't voice any concerns. Instead, he placed a hand on Vikarna's shoulder. "Just don't lose sight of our goal, brother. We're in this together, and we need to stay united. Once we bring down Ritsuka and his allies, the path to our ultimate victory will be clear."
Vikarna sheathed his sword, the determination in his eyes undiminished. "I understand. And I won't fail you, Duryodhana. When the time comes, I'll fight him with everything I have."
To be continued
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