In Draconic Deus, usually, when creating a Divine Champion it was done from the effort of several Gods, but not many Pantheons bothered creating Divine Champions. For the first, not many had a reason to do so.
It was worth, only if a person who you wish to turn into Divine Champion had some unique irreplaceable ability, and you wanna keep him alive and even strengthen him. In Draconic Deus were many methods to attain immortality and in the Astral Boundary even more.
Unfortunately for their users, the disadvantage was that they often had severe backslash. One of the most common ways was to use the Elixir of Life to prolong your life to an indefinite. The disadvantage of that was that, if the Elixir of Life was subpar then while you won’t age, your body will wither and you will be walking draug.
While other means existed, they were all flawed in their fundamental basics. Then there were various magical rituals to prolong your life, but I didn’t delve deep into them. Devils were naturally long-lived species, and the higher Class you were, the more you could live. As the Demonic Energy will prolong your life.
I am Dual Satan-Class, so my natural lifespan as it is right now would be in hundreds of thousands of years. Even the average Low-Class Devil could live for several millennials if they are lucky and not killed by anything.
This was our racial superiority. Though it wasn’t anything special, Dragons could live even longer, Fallen and Angels had the same Lifespan as Devils. It was rather a superiority towards humans, dwarves, elves, and other similar species. Though Elves were a bit special, in several regards, there is highly dependent on the concrete sub-species of an elf.
“Where now?”
I asked Rizevim, as we watched the town burning and people screaming.
“Paris. Cardinal Trajan is there for several days before he will move once again to Italy.”
Said Rizevim.
“Paris? Are you mad you f****** donkey?! It would be swarming there with Angels, walking there is suicide.”
I screamed at this idiot.
Paris was a big city, and Church had a firm grasp there. God knows how many Ten-Winged Cadre-Class Angels were there, not to mention Eight-Winged Ultimate-Class ones and hordes of magical formation and wards across the entire city.
It was basically the home turf of Heaven and Church; even I didn’t dare to treat it lightly. If something went wrong, we can easily be imprisoned by magical formation, and subsequently, drown by the flocks of Angels. Even if I am strong, I don’t think I can defeat ten Ten-Winged Cadre-Class Angels under suppression.
Not mentioning even Archangels can appear.
“Mad? Absolutely!”
Said Rizevim with glee in his eyes as he flew high in the sky.
“Our only possibility is to sneak up into the city and assassinate Cardinal Trajan by extracting his Sacred Gear, but even that would be hard. Paris has countless protective spells, barriers, wards, and formations around it, from which almost all are of Divine Origin, created by him. How the f*** do you want to sneak up there?”
I asked him in anger.
Rizevim’s plan was a shitty one… suicidal one could say.
Earth, especially Europe where Church was deeply rooted was a playground for Heaven. They were here for centuries, created their own bastions and fortresses, magical areas, protected places, and many others, that would be hard to destroy even for me.
It could be seen on that abbey where Exorcist Paladin Robert de’Salle was. Even f****** remote abbey somewhere in the mountains had enough magical protection to stop and block the average Intermediate God.
I was able to find it only thanks to my extensive knowledge of magic.
“I am not entering Paris. I suggest something else.”
I said as Rizevim looked at me with a bored look.
“We will spread magical plague in surrounding villages. If enough humans die, Church would be forced to move and sent someone to purify it. Additionally, its appearance won’t be too suspicious due to war, they would think somebody brought it up from England or from rotten corpses all around the battlefields in France.”
I stated.
There is no way I would do something as risky as entering a place that was controlled by Church for several centuries. I knew that Heaven had teleportation arrays in every large Cathedral so they could transport even entire Legions of Angels to Earth in times of need. So it would be possible for them to trap us there and swarm us.
I don’t wanna end killed or something else…
So I would release a plague in villages around Paris. If at least several thousand humans die within the next three days, it should be so serious that Cardinall Trajan would be forced to leave Paris, so he could purify the Plague and make some miracles in the name of his God.
That would leave him vulnerable to possible ambush.
“Ts… not fun.”
Pouted Rizevim.
“This is not about fun; this is about completing the mission.”
I said as we flew to the villages near Paris.
After we arrived at the place, Rizevim got away, who knows where and I started working on my magical plague. Creating plague, wasn’t that hard with biological knowledge of the Solar Federation, as Bio-Weapons were often used without care during wars there.
I then used my magic to boost up the plague, so it would spread at least x15 times faster and would kill its victims within ten days, and after five days they would be in a near-death state. After several hours of genetic engineering and magical spice, I was able to create a new variable of plague.
I then divided the vial into several smaller ones, as the thingy I created was extremely potent and strong. Next one hour I have spent poisoning water sources for several nearby villages, to spread this plague as soon as possible to the highest number of people.
After It was done, I have found myself a nice spot to relax and wait for the results of my work.
Hopefully fish will catch the bait.
