God Games: Transmigrating as the God of Lust-Chapter 27: Selveras Village

Unbeknownst to the God of Lust, Crimson.

An unknown but terrifying god has set his gaze upon the region in which he snucked into.

And the Village of Anura has been marked for destruction.

Ready to be plunged into oblivion.

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In the Northern Region, the Village of Anura was infact considered a middle-tier village.

Having being numbered up to two thousand, possessing vast lands and resources.

Having two Jade Knights commanding it’s forces, it wasn’t a land that could be ignored by its neighbors.

It’s neighbors both lusted it’s women and resources, desiring to plunge the land into chaos and usurp everything.

To make Anura’s women theirs and devouring their wealth as well.

War was something that never escaped their mind.

They were just too powerless to enact it, and now, a worthy opportunity came knocking.

A Divine Deity bestowed upon them his blessings.

And now the Villages of Selveras and Tetion are ready, ready to devour all.

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Selveras Village was a rugged, hard-earned settlement, nestled in a narrow surrounded by towering mountains.

Existing a few kilometers away from the Anura Village and a few hundred meters away from the Tetion Village.

This two villages we’re blessed with the Mantles of War.

A drop of Ichor.

Smoke curled from thatched roofs of the roundhouses, carrying scent of woodsmoke, cooking meat and freshly baked breads.

The air was alive with sounds of laughter, the clang of metal on metal, and the grunts of men pushing their bodies to the limit.

Each performing egregious exercises to surpass their limits, while weapons carved by the Jade Essence of a mighty god was owned by soldiers of the Village.

Those who received the drop of Ichor of Aeros.

The blessing of the War God’s blood we’re quite different, with Aeros having two dedicated followers.

Each from Selveras and Tetion Villages.

Since he needed the essence of war to flow without Interference, Aeros bled himself.

Making sure soldiers of this villages received his mighty blessing, his blood flows within them.

And their villages became his domain.

It was just that while the women of the village where seen smiling, busy cooking and dancing.

The men were preparing, preparing for something dangerous.

And in the abode of the village chief, a council meeting was currently ongoing, with all village elders gathered.

But not only them, a few military officers were gathered as well.

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The throne room was a grand, imposing space, with high ceilings and walls adorned with symbols of the village’s heritage.

An intricate insignia of two horned bull carved on the walls and the throne of the chief.

The air was thick with the weight of tradition and authority, the scent of woodsmoke and incense hanging heavy on the air.

The village chief, a man of great wisdom and strength, sat on his throne, his legs crossed in a gesture of calm authority.

His eyes, like two piercing stones, seemed to bore into the souls of those who stood before him.

Both the village elders and the military officers were both anxious, avoiding the gaze of this mighty warrior.

His face, etched with the lines of age and experience, was a map of the village’s history, a testament to the trials and triumph of his people.

Laid-back on his throne, to his right and left, the elders of the village sat in a semi-circle, their faces grave and intent.

They were the keepers of the village’s traditions, the guardians of history, and the advisors to the chief.

There was no weakling amongst them, all bearer of the War God’s blood.

With the chief standing as the dedicated follower of this all powerful deity.

Their eyes, wise and knowing, seemed to see beyond the present moment, to the threads of fate that willed the village’s destiny.

Standing at attention, arrayed along the walls, were the military officers, their faces stern and proud.

Their armor, polished and gleaming, seemed to reflect the light of the torches, casting a warm glow over the room.

Their eyes, hard and watchful, seemed to be evaluating every person in the room, searching for any sign of weakness and threat.

The atmosphere was tense, expective, as if the very fate of the village hung in the balance.

The chief finally cleared his throat "Tetion is the closest to the Village of Anura and Kastia, what’s the latest news?" His voice reverberated through the air.

One of the military officers stepped forward to answer, he bowed his head before the chief "My chief, Tetion believes Kastia, having no Jade Knight under it is the easiest to devour"

"And as we speak, troops are being mobilized, marching in secrecy to destroy the Village of Kastia" the officer reported.

The chief nodded "I see Benjin isn’t the type to waste any given precious moment" His lips curled into a grin.

As the chief’s eyes swept the room, his gaze seemed to linger on each person, weighing their worth, and measuring their resolve.

The silence was oppressive, the air thick with anticipation, as the village waited for the chief to speak.

And so he did, still grinning "We’re children of War, are we not? The blood of Aeros, our Divine God flows within us"

"Empowering our every action, and Tetion are our brothers, just as we are blessed by War...."

"They’re also blessed by the drop of Ichor which bled from our Divine God" the chief took a deep breath.

His eyes flickered with determination, "Through victories shall we dine with the women of our enemies, drinking from their skills"

"Kastia Village will be the first to fall then, then we’ll move eastward and devour Onurs Village"

One of the elders raised his hand, prompting the village chief to face him "What is it?" The chief asked.

The elder cleared his throat, "It’s nothing my liege, I was just wondering.....when will Anura be conquered?"

Once the question was asked, the throne room burst into an uproar of laughter, resounding across the air.

The chief smirked "You dirty old pervert, but you’re not alone, those Anura women are really something else" He licked his lips.

He couldn’t help but imagine fucking Anura’s village chief, "And that Alyssa must be mine"

The chief softly exhaled "To answer your question. I’ve made a deal with the chief of Tetion"

"Anura will be the last to be conquered and who conquers it first gets to keep those beautiful women"