Like a bolt of lightning, Susanoo drove his sword through Nanahuatzin’s body, cutting him from head to groin. Although the Chichimeca god tried to infect the eastern god, the vapor created from Tul’s healing water prevented his attacks from working.
The Chichimeca god’s mask fell to the ground, split in half, while the deity’s body recovered from Susanoo’s attack. But what everyone saw horrified them.
Nanahuatzin’s face was dreadful. He had completely lost the skin and muscles around his mouth, so only his hideous teeth and skeletal jaw could be seen inside a cavity still filled with pus and blood. His nose was gone as well, since the enormous wound around his mouth had reached that area too, leaving only a hole where his nostrils should have been. Where his eyes had once been, one was already missing, while the second hung grotesquely from a gigantic sore. In addition, much of his scalp was wounded by the disease, just like the rest of his face.
All the gods of Orniskem were stunned by the sight. Whatever that disease Tul had called nanahua was, it was truly horrifying. Then their terror grew even worse when they saw the Chichimeca god’s dangling eye begin to rise and look in every direction.
“Now y’all can understand my complete devotion to God, foreigners,” Nanahuatzin began to say.
“This pain, this agony, brings me closer and closer to perfect humility, to absolute perfection,” he said in ecstasy.
Susanoo, who had placed himself in front of Loki’s statue, used his wind power, levitating the statue and placing it where the gods were protected by the rabbit goddess’s vapor.
Freyja caught the statue with both hands, just as she saw Ana intending to do the same, though she had stopped herself beforehand.
Inside the vapor, the dark god’s body slowly began to soften and break the stone shell covering it.
“Thy techniques shall not work against me,” Susanoo said as he raised his weapon to decapitate Nanahuatzin, who remained seated on the ground without even turning to look at the eastern god.
“I wonder… cough, cough… how long that vapor can protect y’all, and what might happen if I increase the divine power of my infections?” the god asked calmly.
Susanoo delivered a clean cut to the Chichimeca god, but the attack was quickly healed by his ichor reserves.
“Yer tiny attack can’t even hurt me enough to offer it as a sacrifice to God,” the Chichimeca god said.
Susanoo knew he was in trouble, since he had not broken the seal that allowed Rodrigo, Tania, Ana, and Epona to fly. But at that moment, he was the only one who could fight the Chichimeca deity, even as he saw the vapor protecting him growing weaker and weaker.
“Ya won’t survive long in this whole area contaminated by my mighty plague… cough, cough,” Nanahuatzin said, still calmly.
“Besides, y’all don’t know how many potions that little rabbit can make to fight my diseases,” he added.
“Then I must simply slay thee before that,” Susanoo said with determination as he charged his sword with bluish energy, created through his control over water.
But just before he could attack, Nanahuatzin, with a swift motion of his repulsive hand, shot something at tremendous speed into Susanoo’s abdomen.
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The eastern god felt a powerful sting in his belly, but he could see absolutely nothing. There was no tear in his totema or anything else. Yet almost immediately, his skin began to turn pale and his eyes reddened.
“Temiktlitsmitl (Poisonous Needle) is a microscopic needle infected with my own blood,” Nanahuatzin said as he lowered his hand again.
“It’s an attack that can’t be dodged or stopped, and it affects yer bloodstream right away. Don’t matter what kinda cloud is protectin’ ya. Yer body’s gonna get sick, and you’ll end up with the same afflictions as me… cough, cough,” he continued explaining.
“Then I have no time to waste,” Susanoo said, falling to his knees as sores began appearing all over his body.
“I shall defeat him with all I have!” he shouted, struggling to stand once again.
“Enough, Susanoo!” Menrva shouted, worried. “Come back here with us!”
“It will not be of much use,” Tul replied, ashamed. “I have almost no disease-curing potions left.”
“Looks like Loki’s body consumed most of this protective mist,” Tania said irritably, looking at Loki, who was sitting on the ground, now fully recovered.
“You should do something to face that man,” Tania said to Loki in frustration. “Can’t you turn into bacteria or something to counteract that man’s virus?” she asked him.
“Actually, all of us should be able to attack him from here,” Epona said, looking at the god sitting on the hill, barely moving.
“Yes, and I’ll make a thunderstorm fall to give yuum Susanoo power,” Tul said as well, opening her bag.
“Mate!” Susanoo shouted, hearing his friends’ plans. “I wish to defeat this man alone. Please, do not intervene.”
Tania and Ana were about to protest, but Menrva stopped them.
“I can understand why he is doing this. Please, understand,” she said.
“I do not think we can wait for long,” Anpiel replied. “This vapor will not last much longer.”
“But we gotta respect a warrior’s decision,” Freyja answered. “Even if our lives are in danger, his pride must never be sullied.”
The goddesses looked at the Norse goddess reluctantly and agreed. Rodrigo looked toward the terrible Chichimeca god and could only swallow hard.
“That’s why you’re a barbarian, Freyja,” Loki replied, still sitting with a cocky attitude.
Freyja ignored Loki and continued watching the fight. She hoped Susanoo could also break the seal that prevented him from flying. If he managed it, she would very likely be able to do it in a future battle as well.
“Mizu no yari (Water Spear)!” Susanoo shouted as he created a spear of water with the movement of his weapon. The technique quickly pierced Nanahuatzin through the chest. However, the god merely made what appeared to be a gesture of pleasure at the attack.
Susanoo continued launching attacks at the Chichimeca god, but Nanahuatzin kept moaning with pleasure at each one. Meanwhile, the disease began ravaging the eastern god’s body, and he felt an increasingly terrible fever overtaking him, while his sores grew larger.
“I must… try to create electricity,” the god thought to himself, but he could barely see anymore. His vision was blurring as he lost consciousness more and more.
At that moment, dark clouds gathered above the eastern god. When Susanoo turned to look at his friends, he realized Tul had made them appear from her bag.
“It is shameful that I still depend upon Tul-chan in order to fight,” he thought to himself.
Susanoo raised his katana, and thunder fell upon it, electrifying him completely. Then he changed his appearance into his electric form as he struggled to stand.
“Well now… cough, cough… I can tell ya got stronger,” the Chichimeca god said without even turning to look at the eastern god.
“Now thou shalt know how powerful I am!” Susanoo shouted, throwing himself toward Nanahuatzin with his sword emanating electric discharges, and he cut off the Chichimeca god’s head.
However, just as Susanoo appeared in front of Nanahuatzin with his sword drawn, it was the eastern god’s stomach that began bleeding rapidly. The god looked at the diseased deity and saw that he held his obsidian knife in his hand.
“Yer attack was so slow, I had time to cut open yer stomach and stop yer electric slash,” Nanahuatzin said.
Because of the disease and the wound, Susanoo fell unconscious to the ground, unable to defeat or even injure the Chichimeca god. As the vapor protecting him also faded, his entire body began to rot, filling with pus and sores, while his hair fell out and his eyes burst. What remained there was only a grotesque, foul-smelling body.