Chapter 370: The Banner of Humiliation

“HAHAHAHAHA” Morgana’s mad laughter rang across the Arena as she raised the severed flesh high, displaying it to the crowd like a grotesque trophy.

“Behold!” her voice thundered, dripping with mockery. “The mighty cock of a Norse war god. Tell me, One-Eye, does it look as pathetic as the rest of your pantheon?”

“BWAHAHA!” The crowd of gods roared louder than ever. Their laughter, their jeers, their twisted glee, they crashed together into a symphony of insanity. It was a madness born of cruelty and mockery, the joy of a hundred thousand gods as they drank in the sight of the broken, crying war god and his severed cock.

“ENOUGH!” Odin’s roar cracked the heavens. His fury poured out in waves of blue lightning, the entire coliseum trembling under the storm of his wrath. But still—he didn’t move. Couldn’t move. The Nexus rules wrapped around his limbs like chains, binding his pride as surely as any prison.

Morgana laughed again, wiggling the severed flesh in front of him.

“Remember this, whore,” Odin growled, his voice guttural, dragging through clenched teeth. “This is not the end. I will find you. I will find your world. And when I do, I will burn it until even your ashes are gone.”

Morgana laughed. A bright, cruel laugh that rang like bells of mockery. She straightened, her crimson aura flaring higher, and spread her arms wide as if to embrace the world.

“Oh, One-Eye… you still don’t understand, do you?” Her grin sharpened, and out of the sudden her aura shifted.

What had been a wild crimson flame turned black at the edges, swallowing the light. It spread like ink poured into water, twisting, warping, devouring the warmth from the air itself. Gods shivered in their thrones. Even the high-rankers restraining Odin instinctively recoiled, their instincts screaming that this was no mere tantrum of power. This was the wrath of a goddess, and one whose rank was definitely not a bronze.

The Arena dimmed—then drowned.

Every god blinked, and for two heartbeats the coliseum was gone.

In its place stretched an endless crimson wasteland. A sea of blood that lapped at their ankles, warm, thick, and endless. And rising from that ocean of gore—spires.

No, not spires. Bodies.

Millions of them. Mortal, divine, beast, and god alike—impaled upon jagged pikes of obsidian bone that jutted from the earth like the teeth of some colossal predator. Their faces were frozen in agony, mouths open in eternal screams, eyes glazed over with terror. Some twitched weakly, still alive, their bodies slowly sliding further down the stakes as their ichor or blood dripped into the crimson sea.

The smell of iron was suffocating. The wet squelch of flesh pierced and dragged downward echoed endlessly.

Gods saw themselves there. Their own images, their own forms impaled among the millions, sliding lower and lower as the sharpened spikes tore them apart from groin to gullet.

The illusion—if it could even be called that—lasted only two seconds.

But it was enough.

When the Arena snapped back into existence, the gods were panting, clutching their thrones, sweat dripping down their divine brows. Bronze, silver, gold, even the highest of them all—they all shook. That image would never leave them. It was carved into their souls.

Morgana stood at the center, crimson-black aura writhing like a living storm, the Claw of the Unmaking dripping golden ichor. She watched the gods with her eyes gleaming, a twisted smile on her lips.

“HAHAHA” She laughed again and, with a single gesture, Morgana called forth a spike of blood and bone using her ‘Hemocraft’ skill. It surged from the ground, long, jagged, glistening with blood. The crowd of gods gasped in horror as she lifted Vili’s limp form by the neck, his swollen belly sagging, cum and ichor still trickling down his thighs.

“Now then, All-Father…” She raised the war god like a sacrifice, the tip of the bloody pike pressed against his ass. “Shall we begin?”

“NO!!” Odin’s voice echoed in the arena, his eyes wide with panic. “STOP THIS!”

“As I thought.” Morgana simply smirked, enjoying the Norse god’s pain.

Then—she lowered him.

The spike split him open slowly, entering through his ruined ass, tearing up through his body with a sickening squelch. His scream was weak, pathetic, but it echoed across the Arena nonetheless. Inch by inch, he slid down, impaled through the gut, chest, and finally bursting out through his throat. His limbs flailed weakly, then went slack.

The God of War was a banner now. A twitching, broken banner of meat, cum, and ichor upon Morgana’s stake.

The Arena lost what little sanity it had left.

Some gods vomited, some screamed, some simply fainted. Many simply wept, clawing at their faces, trying to erase the image burned into their minds. Others—gods who loved this kind of thing—began to masturbate openly, unable to resist the grotesque spectacle. It was too much. The sight was too perfect.

Odin’s roar shook the pillars, his fury ripping across the coliseum like a hurricane. But still—he did not move. Could not move. The Nexus held him.

“Remember this sight!” Morgana raised her arms high, bathed in bloodlight, her voice booming. “For every god who raises their hand against my daughters… THIS shall be your fate!”

And with that proclamation, Morgana simply turned and left the arena.

BOOM!

“The winner is…” The golden herald spoke, his voice echoing across the coliseum.

“MORGANA!!! THE GODDESS OF SEX AND WAR!!”

The crowd erupted.

Some screamed in outrage, their pride shattered at the idea that a Bronze-rank goddess had won against a war god from a high-ranked pantheon, even if that same god was similar in rank.

Others howled with manic laughter, their voices cracking as they reveled in Odin’s humiliation. And then there were the twisted, the shameless, the gods who had been moaning through the spectacle—now they climaxed, their cries of pleasure mingling with the chaos like a choir of the damned.

Odin sat frozen. His knuckles were bone-white against Gungnir, his single blue eye bloodshot, a vein bulging at his temple. The All-Father of the Norse pantheon—the god-king who had bent empires to his will—was trapped, made powerless by laws he could not break. His war-god dangled, impaled behind Morgana like a grotesque banner, dripping ichor into a spreading pool at the arena’s center. His reputation lay in ruins.

And Morgana?

Morgana did not even look back.

Her laughter trailed behind her like a crimson veil as she strode toward the exit of the Arena, silver hair wild, her body drenched in blood and ichor, the Claw of the Unmaking gleaming wickedly at her side with the severed cock still in her grasp.

…

“Have you lost your fucking MIND!”

The moment Morgana stepped out of the Arena and into the wide corridor, an angry brown-haired Greek goddess stormed forward, her blue eyes blazing like storm-lit seas. Her toga snapped in the divine winds, bleeding off Morgana’s aura, her sandals slapping against the obsidian floor with the weight of fury.

Morgana tilted her head, crimson eyes gleaming, her lips curling into that wolfish grin that had just humiliated an entire pantheon.

“Oh, hi Katerina.” Morgana waved lazily with the claw, the gesture casual and obscene all at once. “Did you enjoy the show?”

“Enjoy—?” Katerina’s voice cracked, rage choking her words. She jabbed a finger at the goddess, her hair whipping wild as her aura flared. “Do you have any idea what you’ve just done?”

“Oh, I have a pretty good idea.” Morgana giggled. “I won.”

“Won? Won?!” Katerina’s teeth ground together, her aura flaring brighter. “You fucked and impaled the Norse God of War in front of every pantheon in the Nexus! You’ve humiliated Odin in a way no one has dared for millennia!”

“Do you understand what that means? You’ve declared war!” The wine goddess was losing her mind; the very idea of the conflict was driving her insane.

“Hehehe.” Morgana tilted her head, crimson eyes glittering with cruel amusement. She still held the severed cock like a prize. “Is that a bad thing?”

“ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME!”

“MORGANA!” Behind Katerina, another cute goddess came rushing toward Morgana. A red-haired beauty, her eyes burning with worry. “Are you alright?”

Lora didn’t care about the battle or the fight or anything; all she could think about was the possibility that Morgana would get hurt.

“Aww, I love you too.” Morgana smiled, opening her arms, inviting the red-haired girl into a hug, but Lora didn’t do it. She was too shocked by the sight of the severed cock.

“HENTAI! HENTAI! HENTAI!”

Her voice echoed again, coming from the walls, the ceilings, and the floor.

“That’s me.” Morgana smiled, then she spotted her Valkyrie daughter Eir appearing, so she threw the cock to her. “Catch.”

“Ah!” the Valkyrie caught the severed dick, her white eyes wide in shock. “Mother, why would you–?”

“I’ll tell you later.”

“…”

Eir simply stared at the severed penis for a moment before throwing it into her inventory.

Then the four of them decided to leave the arena, not giving a damn about the other gods, and walked down the hallway.

Katerina was furious. Her hands clenched at her sides, her teeth grinding, she kept mumbling how Morgana reminded her of a certain blonde pervert, and of course, Morgana’s horny curiosity got the better of her, and so she asked.

“Sooo who’s this pervert you know?”

“…” Katerina looked away, her cheeks burning red, but then she simply sighed.

“His name is Zeus, the God king of our Greek pantheon. He’s a fucking horny bastard; if he sees a hole that’s not being fucked, he will fuck it.”

“!!!” Morgana’s crimson eyes widened, and her smile was so big that she almost broke her jaw. But before she had the chance to comment on that, Katerina kept talking.

“We don’t know what to do anymore. He’s getting more and more perverted. Last time I heard him saying something about fucking the planet itself. The gods are scared and the mortal worshipers are declining because of the wars and the scandals, he even raped his own–….”

Katerina’s words died the moment Morgana’s face appeared in front of hers, so close their noses were almost touching.

“Soooo, my sweet wine goddess, could you kindly lead me to the Greek gods’ realm? I would like to meet this Zeus guy.”

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