Chapter 338: The Claw of the Unmaking
"ARGHAAA!!!"
With one strong clutch from my inner wall, plus the damage bonus that my title 'Cockbreaker' provided, I was able to completely sever the goblin's cock from her hip, just like ripping apart paper. Blood sprayed all over the place, drenching me with a nice red.
Her eyes widened in shock and the pain came in later, as the big bad queen stared down where her once perfect girl dick was now... well, nothing, just blood balls, and ruined meat. I ripped her monster girl dick right off the moment the alarm rang. It was like popping a balloon, you squeeze, there is pressure and bam.
"UGHAA!" The goblin queen stumbled back, her face contorted in a mix of agony and disbelief. Her once-powerful stance crumbled as she clutched her groin, blood seeping through her fingers. The sight was almost comical, the mighty queen reduced to a whimpering mess in an instant. But I had no time for amusement; I knew this was just the beginning.
"Y-you... you bitch!" she snarled, her voice trembling with pain and rage. "I'll make you pay for this!"
"Oh," I smirked, feeling a surge of power and satisfaction.
"Pay? For what? For defending myself? For kicking that fucking ego off that huge ugly face of yours?" I taunted, my voice dripping with mockery. "You're pathetic. You only draw breath because I allow it."
"KILL HER!" she roared, commanding the goblins who stood frozen unable to believe this turn of events.
SNAP!
BOOM! BOOM!
With one snap of my fingers, every single goblin apart from the queen exploded, dyeing the cavern with a shower of red mist. Chunks of flesh slapped the stone walls. Viscera rained down like twisted confetti. For a moment, the only sound was the wet drip drip drip of blood pooling beneath our feet.
"NOOO!"
The goblin queen screamed, voice breaking as she fell forward, hands trembling in the gore-soaked remains of her court. She was pale as death, her breath ragged, her pride shattered.
Her eyes met mine. And for the first time since I walked into this dungeon, I saw it—real fear. Not the posturing of a tyrant, not the lustful bravado of a predator. Just raw, naked fear.
However, the goblin queen still found the courage to throw rocks at me.
'Interesting,' I thought. My focus wasn't on the rocks thrown at my head but on the stone throne and the queen's ass. 'She can't leave her seat.'
Ding!
[Morgana, I finished analyzing the stone tablet] Herma's voice suddenly echoed in my head. [Indeed the tablet's magic is related to the Lust domain, presumably to the goddess Lilith. The tablet is elven in origin and it was used in a ritual.]
'Oh elven you say?' I was surprised to hear about the elves here inside the barrier.
A thought crossed my mind a long time ago and it was indirectly confirmed by Lilith when I met her inside that dream-like domain. Lilith prepared the land inside the barrier for me, to serve as a safe startup point. I mean apart from the goblin, the wolves, and the spider-rat who mutated because of the spider queen's blood.
No real danger existed inside Lilith's protective barrier. At least, not to me.
Everything—every beast, every mutated freak, every cave, and every cursed ruin—was nothing more than training wheels. I could see it now. The gentle hand of a goddess shaping this blood-soaked playground just for her favorite wife.
Lilith was nurturing me the only way she knew how through blood, lust, and absolute power.
[There's more,] Herma added, interrupting my thoughts, her voice laced with unease.
'What is it?'
[After analyzing the mana signature, I found another divine energy linked with Lilith's divine energy.]
'Huh?' I blinked twice. 'Don't tell me.'
[Yes, yours,] Herma replied as if she heard what I was thinking. [To be more precise, this divine energy is related to your breeding aspect, which could explain why the goblin queen possesses such high fertility and desire for breeding.]
[And of course, the love for growing cocks.]
"..."
I stood there in a mix of horny and astonishment, processing Herma's words. By now, the goblin queen had run out of rocks to throw and started digging around her broken throne, looking for anything she could use as a weapon. Her desperation was almost amusing, but my mind was racing with the implications of Herma's discovery.
"So you're telling me that somehow my divine energy ended up in a magical ritual tablet created by the elves?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. "And this tablet is responsible for the goblin queen's insane fertility and her... unique appetites?"
[Yes, that's correct,] Herma confirmed. [The tablet seems to have been imbued with both Lilith's and your divine energies, creating a powerful fertility and lust-enhancing effect. It's unlikely that the elves used this tablet in breeding rituals, since the tablet is thousands of years old, and your divine energy imprinted on the tablet is fresh.]
[My guess is that the stone table reacted to you when you became a goddess and inherited Lilith's world.]
When I heard Herma's last words I suddenly recalled something.
Lilith's previous followers began to change after I claimed her world as mine, and her followers as my followers. My first divine aspect began to affect them, it's still a small effect but some of her old followers started to develop breeding kinks, lust, desire, and fertility. And since my divine aspect could affect people, it could affect objects as well.
Divine artifacts, structures, and rituals previously related to the goddess of lust used as a way to gather divine energy and faith, were now related to the goddess of breeding—me.
'This will cause so much trouble, won't it?' I sighed inwardly, already picturing in my mind a bunch of devotees fucking around, impregnating each other just because their former goddess of lust got kicked and was now replaced by me, the goddess of breeding.
'Well, that's not my problem anymore.'
I decided I was not here to mope about problems caused by me. No. I was here for the big bad goblin queen.
"Hey, Herma! Could you do me a favor?" I asked, staring at the queen who had no choice but to grit her teeth and watch, unable to move.
"Can you help me cut the connection between the goblin and the table? I want to keep both of them."
[Impossible,] Herma replied in an instant.
"Why?" I raised an eyebrow.
[The goblin queen is deeply fused with the stone table. She cannot survive without the table. Unless you want to keep both of them here, the goblin queen must die.]
"Tsk... I was hoping to save the big bad green breeder for the city, well whatever. Can't have everything." I shook my head, disappointed.
[Morgana, did you forget?] Herma reminded. [With her seed and the temple's Cradle of Echoes you can give birth to a goblin like her.]
"Oh yeah... forgot about that, thanks." I chuckled and cracked my neck, preparing. "Well then, I think it's time to end this, don't you think?"
"Grrr!" Growling was all the goblin queen could manage at this point. She couldn't run, she couldn't even leave her damn chair. And she was smart enough to know there was no escape. Her hands clutched the bloody stump where her monstrous cock had once been.
The Cockbreaker title had done its work, severing her pride with one brutal clench, leaving her a trembling, pale shadow of the tyrant who'd fucked me into oblivion moments ago. Blood pooled beneath her, an ugly, painful stain. Her golden eyes burned with hate, but behind the rage was something deeper—fear, fear like I never saw in a monster before. Fear like any living being would have felt staring at death itself in the eye.
"It's over," I said, raising my left hand.
From the depths of my soul, it answered me.
The Golden Talon shimmered into existence—long, curved, radiant with divine heat. Forged of my will, honed by my bloodlust, and tempered on the edge of godhood. A weapon so sharp, it had once left a scar on the anvil of creation itself.
"!!!" The goblin queen froze.
Even in her broken state—even fused to her throne, bleeding, dying—she recognized the finality in that talon. Her pupils shrank. Her claws twitched. One last flicker of survival instinct flared in her gaze.
"This would be my first time trying this weapon," I said, gazing at the golden talon, and analyzing it with my system.
[Claw of the Unmaking: "Where its edge falls, existence unravels thread by thread."]
[Grade: Divine — Unique]
[An unique and indestructible claw blessed to you by the Unmaker himself, forged in the fires of Creation. A mighty weapon, beyond comparison to even the primordial gods themselves. A blade so sharp, it can cut reality itself, severing souls, destroying the divine essence of other gods, and unmaking anything tethered to fate, faith, or flesh.]
[Passive Ability: Final Severance — Instantly nullifies all soul-binding contracts, divine pacts, and throne-fusion anchors upon strike.]
[Warning: Overuse may trigger divine recoil. Handle with emotional clarity and be watchful from the unseen eyes.]
"..." I blinked once, twice, thrice... and just stared blankly in awe.
"Now this is what we call a divine weapon."
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