My Wives Are A Divine Hive Mind-Chapter 80: Sparring The Construct, And The Warrior

The morning veil had long lifted, revealing a clear, sharpened sky above Vaingall.

Below, activity stretched from one horizon to another.

A hundred Blessed Limbo Tier Divine Constructs now moved throughout Vaingall and beyond. Their presence had become normalized among the Clatur Tribe,

Some were stationed to assist in the Clatur Tribe’s infrastructure, from overseeing kiln operations to maintaining subterranean aqueducts fueled by the local sigils.

Others had spread further, operating in calculated harmony to spread the faith of Kivas Chariot to farflung regions, or just there sent to gather information.

In tighter configurations, small bands of Constructs ventured into distorted zones to retrieve rare Curio. Others engaged rogue Voidlings, tracked hostile inhabitants, and documented areas untouched by Samael before.

Several Constructs had been deployed to hunt for minor factions or vagabond forces outside Vaingall. A handful had been assigned a complex process to replicate Samael’s skill acquisition patterns that she possessed when she was still an Endless Dragon, grinding out low-risk progression loops and mimicking exposure routines to farm potential abilities.

The Hive was expanding, and Kivas was quite intimidated when thinking about it.

Her relationship with Samael was quite obvious. Samael thought of Kivas as a significant other, and vice versa.

There might be a major difference between the romance in Fathomi and that of Earth, but Kivas surely began opening her heart more and more to Samael, no matter how small the gesture and interaction was.

But with Samael being this sprawled out hive mind that was composed of multiple physical entities gave a strange, grand, and overwhelming feeling about it.

At some point, Kivas wondered if she perceived the Divine Constructs as Samael herself, or just something that Samael used to interact with something, like that of a telephone.

And now with the existence of the Lust Tier Divine Construct, Kivas’ opinion shifts farther toward the fact that the constructs were nothing but their own individual who just happened to share a mind room with Samael.

And future tier of the Divine Construct might be much more independent and rebellious, which meant that they were an entirely different entity essentially.

Yet they would carry Samael’s essence, from personality, desire, memories.

Kivas was afraid that she would be having a hard time to differentiate them.

"This is surprisingly intense..."

"The battle hasn’t even started yet, sister."

Near the basin valley, beneath a ridge of hollow-stone platforms and beside a shrine ring fortified with glyph-fused pillars, a wide clearing had been sectioned.

Soil reinforced. Barriers encoded. Runic dampeners etched into the sky-facing spires.

At the center of the prepared arena stood two figures.

One was Uhr’tarukh, the Voice of Soil.

Towering and muscular, his three arms were bare, each carrying a different weapon. Axe, ceremonial blade, and a heavy-shafted spear. The ash-colored tattoos across his body shifted with each movement, alive with the rhythm of his breath.

His stance coiled like a spring—feral, unpredictable, controlled by instinct, but disciplined by repetition.

Opposite him stood the Lust Tier Divine Construct.

Three meters tall, curvaceous and looming. Its blindfolded helm gave away no emotion, its armored form barely moved before battle, but every breath from its shoulders rolled heat across the space.

The silk strands that adorned its chest drifted like veils of provocation, but no movement from it seemed unintentional.

From atop a carved platform, Kivas watched the clearing below.

Beside her stood Blanchette, her arms lazily crossed behind her back, weight shifted onto one leg, smiling with amusement at what she was witnessing.

Samael was also there. She stood with hands folded behind her, cloak brushed to the side, gaze unreadable. Her presence now passively resonated with the hundred Divine Constructs across Vaingall, but the Lust Tier remained untethered for this moment.

The spar was not a contest of dominance, but a field test.

A test to confirm calculations.

The Lust Tier had only existed for a brief span. Even it, in its radiance, could not fully parse its own potential due to the still-incomplete spiritual entanglement with Samael’s metaphysical core.

Not to mention, the connection between the Lust Tier and the Limbo Tiers was minimal.

The Hive memory had yet to harmonize.

"For the sake of preserving the hallowed structures dedicated to the Kind One, I’ll be preserving my essence of destruction for this clash between us," Uhr’tarukh declared.

"I appreciate the gesture," the Lust Tier Divine Construct simply replied.

Their clash began with no ceremony.

Uhr’tarukh struck first, as expected.

His body blurred into motion, all three arms moving at separate rhythms.

The axe carved upward, the blade swept wide, the spear thrust inward. The air around him fractured from force alone. His feet never stopped.

The Lust Tier defended with minimal action.

Its torso twisted only as needed. Its gauntlets flicked across trajectories with abrupt angles. The needle legs made micro-hover corrections above the ground, unraveling every attack as if it was dancing.

Some strikes still landed, however. Uhr’tarukh was not someone a single tier of construct could perfectly counter.

He attacked as though he had no intention of stopping. Not between strikes. Not between breaths. Not between heartbeats. No reset. No break. He was filled with berserker temperance and veteran precision, tempered with unfathomable amount of clarity.

If not for the balance of his muscle and experience, the entire valley would have turned into churned debris.

"Will the Lust Tier break out from this pressure?" Kivas wondered.

But the Lust Tier had more than reflexes.

It used teleportation, repositioning easily like placing a piece on a chess board without any rule shackling it.

And in one moment, its arm-wings folded and then detonated into gusts that forced spacing.

A crescent arc of golden sigils burst from one gesture, locking Uhr’tarukh into a brief slowing field.

Samael leaned toward the edge of the platform. "To think that it used a skill I just acquired without my consent."

Kivas’ eyes followed the flow, wide with quiet awe. "You’re still forcing your Limbo Tier to farm the skills, no?"

"Through iterations," Samael nodded. "The Hive memorizes the grind loops and could easily strengthen it."

Kivas felt rather jealous.

If only she could do that.

Blanchette snickered. "The Lust Tier feels like it’s just playing."

Kivas glanced at her, grinning from the hilarity. "Well, she did say that she took your mischievous demeanor, Sam-sam."

"So is Uhr’tarukh." Samael’s voice remained calm. "If he went all out, this entire area would be scorched to its roots. There’s a reason Yoiglah and I deemed him one of the most powerful in Vaingall."

The Voice of Soil leapt, inverted mid-air, twisted his body and used two weapons to strike from opposite directions while the third guarded his flank.

The Lust Tier intercepted the strikes, deflected with a void-flared gauntlet, but the impact still cracked the platform they stood upon.

The battle accelerated.

Teleportation chains reversed positions, tens if not skills were being delivered like factory products, and spells were concocted every second.

Spears were caught, broken, and remade.

Gauntlets shattered only to be reformed mid-parry.

The wings on the Lust Tier’s back fragmented and converged into a cannon-like burst that disoriented Uhr’tarukh’s perception. But he retaliated without delay, shifting his stance and landing a backhanded strike with the ceremonial blade against the Construct’s hip plating. frёewebηovel.cѳm

Dust flared across the edge of the arena.

They paused only for seconds between exchanges.

Then came the final clash.

Uhr’tarukh surged forward, every muscle in his body compressed for one final combination.

All three arms converged. Each strike landed with terminal commitment.

The Lust Tier braced. It activated a shield of interwoven sigils, invoked half a dozen support skills in quick succession, redirected two of the strikes and caught the third by impaling it through one of its back-arms turned blades.

The shockwave from the impact cracked the stone beneath them in a wide radius.

"Glad that there is a barrier protecting us," Kivas chuckled, witnessing the shockwave and elemental debris crashing the surface of the forcefield.

Dust consumed the field.

When it settled, the two combatants stood motionless.

The Lust Tier remained in stance, upper body steaming, arms gleaming from the extreme heat. However, no permanent wound could be perceived.

Uhr’tarukh lowered his weapons slowly, breathing with audible restraint, barely taking any damage in this sparring session.

Neither bowed.

Neither collapsed.

It was a draw in the end.

"Should this suffice, Endless One?" Uhr’tarukh uttered toward Samael.

"This should suffice," Samael said, holding a sign with a checkmark icon on it. "I greatly appreciate your participation in this, Voice of Soil."

"You know what, sister, I found the name given to your champions rather uncreative," Blanchette said with a smile wide open, eyes closed shut.

"Don’t look at me, I’m not the one who gave them these titles," Kivas said while glancing at Samael.

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