First Demonic Dragon

Chapter 876: Training Day

- Heliopolis

Metal clashed and a body crashed into the sand, groaning.

Some mild laughter rang out from a group as the Egyptian god Set let his divine blood flow freely from a brand new headwound.

"You all are worse listeners than we thought... I said keep your shield up and keep moving your feet. What part of what I'm saying is difficult to follow?"

Hatred flared within the eyes of the god of disorder as he glared up at the figure above him.

He was a large, muscular man clad in the frightening dark armor belonging to Tehom's infamously annoying military.

The man above him was of an aggravating sort. He had dark black hair done in a neat cornrow pattern. His jaw was strong and chiseled like a marble sculpture, and his golden eyes were as sharp as the blade in his hand.

Set spit directly at his feet.

"You expect me to keep my shield up even with my arm broken from your last six consecutive strikes?"

"I do actually."

The soldier grabbed the animal-headed god roughly by the ear and forced him to get back on his feet.

"The Antichrist won't just sit and twiddle his thumbs while waiting for you to heal. He'll wait for the moment you are vulnerable and sap you for whatever meager amount of power that you have."

Set snarled and snapped his fangs angrily.