Valmus teleported himself into the Church, specifically it's Temple door. He charged inside and collapsed to the floor, he unequipped all his items leaving him in a white tunic and shorts.
All his seven Orifices were bleeding as despite him defending himself using Loki's Skill the might of Thirteen Gods was truly too much for his body.
A nun spotted him writhing in pain and hurriedly called for Anders who upon seeing Valmus Somberly brought him towards the Incarnation of the Gods Of the Light Faction.
He said a whispering prayer and stepped back, while continuing to chant. Specs of yellow light begun to fall slowly like a drizzle, everytime the specs fell onto Valmus his body twitched as his breathe Calmed until he ultimately fell unconscious.
Anders sighed as he helped the young lad up to his feet and led him towards his room. The priests room was plain and mundane with nothing added to it, one could even mistake it for a standard room in the inn.
"It would seem the Demon Cult isn't the only danger within this village.
I'll have to inform the Headquarters, for him to have received such a potent attack he must have surely done something to enrage them.
I wonder should I be happy they suffered a loss or be worried about the consequences of a righteous man's actions. Only time will tell." He stated somberly before leaving Valmus alone in the room.
***
"Well Damn, Nde'nkah's Chosen surely has balls, to think his first actions after gaining her approval would be to interfere with The Triads plans. But is it worth it? As much as talented Geniuses and prodigy's need over the top tribulations to temper them isn't this too much?" The Veiled Will of a Powerful being spoke, he had out of his own will chosen to do Nde'nkah a favor by veiling her chosen but that task was proving to be akin to him taking a bite larger than he can chew.
"Ahh fuck it, as if I'm one to be scared of Fallen Gods." He Cackled as his laugh echoed throughout the Barren lands forcing the Barbarians to kneel and worship.
***
Within The Nightmare Dungeon.
"Hmmm, It seems I can no longer stay here for too long. With the Fallen Gods announcing their presence this seal can't hold me any longer besides ..." The man grinned wildly revealing his fangs.
"Someone's been thoughtful enough to send me food." He licked his lips as he finished draining the blood of a Player who turned into an Empty husk. The players body turned into pixels shortly after as his death as protocol of the system.
The man watched all this unravel silently, he couldn't help but grin as he thought back to his encounter with the blessed.
"Poor imitations of us Vampire, but it would be a lie to say I'm not jealous after all they can revive no matter how severe their deaths are with the sole exception being true death. Should I nab one of their bodies? No Vestia would surely have countermeasures to protect her chosen ones." He sighed but his sigh soon turned into fiendish smile.
"There's nothing set in stone, even for a being like her, there's nothing that's truly impossible to do it's just that no one has done it."
The Man laughed as his seals were steadily being undone and the dungeon that held him was slowly loosing it's hold over him, another dungeon break was brewing amidst the chaos of the Evil God Religion.
***
Within a Temple Of Old, A lone ethereal figure was resting alone her will bound to the structure that always moved to her behest.
Her brows furrowed as she opened her eyes, a dim sparkle of gold lit up before fading away as if it were never there.
[This Kid, he's also pissed of those Fallen Gods. And thoroughly at that for them to actually send out a Terror Grade Curse...] She mused as her gaze was focused on the tapestry of events.
Curses casted by high level beings had grades, unlike the mediocre curses players and low level paths had those of truly powerful beings were harrowing to say the least.
The Highest Grade of a Curse was Taboo Grade it was the Highest level Curse and could only be done by the Primevals Level beings after all no other existence could claim to conjure the Taboo except for them.
Below Taboo Grade was the Forbidden Grade Curse, it was the second strongest curse and Could naturally only be cast by Primordial Level beings.
Below Forbidden Grade was the Terror Grade Curse, it was the third strongest Curse and could only be casted by Titan Level beings. This exception was however broken by the Evil Gods who banded together weaving their Divine power into one potent enough to cast a Terror Grade curse, this just showed how much they loathed Valmus.
Below Terror Grade was the Divine Grade Curse, it was a Divine level Curse despite its straight forward name and was the highest Curse a God Could conjure.
Below Divine grade was the Ancient Grade followed by Mythical Grade and finally Legendary Grade as the weakest curse a powerhouse could cast.
Anything else was mearly childs play before the truly frightening curses that existed.
[It was wise not to fully erase my Forbidden Grade curse, after all would a Terror Grade curse dare to try and compete with a Forbidden Grade?
It can only patiently wait to be devoured, what little Divine Power I can get from that would be salvaged and my chosen would be protected.
Plus I'm sure his Curse resistance is High level at the very least, this encounter would most likely increase his resistance. I hope by the time I need his help he would have already become Immune to them after all the things I'm to face would have you cursed by mearly standing in their presence.] Nde'nkah sighed as she waved her illusionary hand and sent down a wave of healing light that covered Valmus in a blanket of radiance.
****
Priest Anders was currently sweating buckets, next to him was the Head Priestess and actual leader of the Black Water Church branch. He was only deployed to maintain the declining situation of the Eurus border villages.
They were currently witnessing a scene that should only be possible when done by a Saintess, Saint, Holy Son or Holy Daughter. After all how many believers would dare say that a Diety had covered them in a blanket of Gold?
"Anders, how did you meet this man?" The head priestess couldn't help but ask.
"He came to me." Anders replied curtly.
Just as the Head priestess was about to ask another question Valmus slowly opened his tired eyes, he felt well rested and calm as if nothing could ever phase him.
'Weird I don't remember sleeping.' was his first thought as he looked down towards his blanket of Gold, he was far too familiar with the signature of Gods not to pick up the Divine nature of his current bedding.
It was then that things slowly fell into place as the voids in his memory was illuminated, he couldn't help but shudder recalling the monsters he had faced, the monsters he had agitated and triggered that would without doubt be out for blood.
"I'm fucked aren't I?" He asked his question wasn't aimed at anyone but he surprisingly got an answer.
"Extremely Fucked I'd say."