A Not So Evil God In Fate/Grand Order

Typhon didn't leave any time for Baal to figure out a strategy and immediately lunged forward. However, his objective was not him but Poseidon instead. While it was true that neither he nor the Leviathan were a threat anymore, that defensive shield could prove to be annoying at a crucial time.

The giant monster quickly uppercut his foe that, despite crossing his arms to defend, couldn't avoid getting thrown upward and collide against the floating island, all while the Storm God was lost in his thoughts.

Typhon was slightly surprised at the ease in which he had gained the upper hand. Yes, he was strong, but it had been ???????????? easy nonetheless. He practically faced no resistance from the God at all. Understanding didn't take long to flash through his eyes, though.

"I understand now. You use the strength of the soul to revive him. However, that makes him weaker with each revival. And it is not infinite. It is only until the soul finally disperses, am I correct? Poseidon was a vestige, to begin with. It was a miracle his soul endured this long! It must be the same with that annoying regeneration-type Noble Phantasm." Once he realized this, it was obvious that his victory was even more assured. Comparing the feeling of strength from when he fought the Sea God for the first time, he guessed there were only two more attempts left. After that, 'Poseidon' would disappear forever from this place.

"So what? His body is still useful." From the beginning, Baal did not think much about the Earthshaker. He simply used him to have fun. In fact, he didn't even use him to his full potential. He could have swarmed Typhon previously with every marine beast in the ocean if he so wanted. Yet, that God can barely cast one or two Noble Phantasms at most, and they are useless as shit against Nega-Divine.

Typhon didn't understand what he meant, but Baal's next words gave him a pretty good idea.

"Different from a revival, this a true summoning." Naqada shined brightly while chains coming from the recently opened city gates wrapped around Poseidon and held him tightly in place. A Summoning Circle soon appeared above the city, and as soon as it did, it began to absorb the remaining pieces of Poseidon to fuel itself.

'Poseidon is useless now. In that case, I have to call someone else with advantage despite his Divinity.'

Once again, Baal put his fist in front of his c.h.e.s.t to complete the summon. Magical Energy was the last thing he had to worry about with the current situation, so he could go all out. "The ocean takes its primal form. Destruction awaits those that dare to challenge the depths. O' ancient titan; the body of a God is your sacrifice. Heed my call of slavery, Oke—"

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Typhon watched as Baal paused all of a sudden for no reason in the middle of his summoning. He was confident Nega-Skill, so he didn't try to stop it, unlike the last time. Still, he didn't expect his enemy to try and summon his half-brother. Using the body of a Sea God to summon a personification of the ocean was indeed a smart move. Unfortunately for him, it seemed to have failed for whatever reason.

The Storm God was frowning internally, but outwardly he showed no reaction. 'Is this the extent it can withstand? This Earth is so weak. I could use Seth's Domain but...' Baal shot a sideways glance at the Chaldeans and dispelled the idea. 'That vampirical ability doesn't distinguish between friend or foe. It is useless to go for it. When this is over I should focus on regaining my own. But for now...'

"I changed my mind. It won't have any meaning if I don't punch you in that horrible face myself." Having said that, Baal extended his hand toward the flying city. Immediately, the chains wrapped around Poseidon coiled around his figure and brought him down at incredible speeds in front of his puppeteer.

Baal looked pensive for a moment before sighing. Summoning a thunderbolt in his hand, he used it as a blade to cut off the arm of Poseidon which was holding his trident. The Storm God instantly jumped and caught the weapon that was still being held by the grip of the Sea Deity.

Despite the difference in size, his face showed no discomfort while carrying the weapon. Shaking it a bit, Baal got rid of Poseidon's arm like it was trash. His puppet soon disappeared after he no longer got supplied with Magical Energy. His job was done, so there was no point in keeping him 'alive.'

Now that he had the trident in his hand, it unsurprisingly — for him — accepted him as his new owner. If this were any other situation, he would be sneering in contempt, saying something along the lines of 'Water Gods are pathetic, so their weapons can't be the exception.'

He naturally didn't pay attention to his title of "Dominator of Waters" which allowed him to suppress any type of resistance from water-based existences thanks to his legend.

Baal quickly reduced the size of the trident to allow better use while doing a few spins to get used to it. As soon as he claimed it as his own, though, a trace of madness flashed through his eyes before quickly shaking his head to disperse the uncomfortable feeling. However, millions of voices began to sound in his head soon after, making him click his tongue in annoyance. It took a moment, but he was able to filter and silence them. He did not need unnecessary distractions while battling.

'Now then...' Baal directed his attention to the enemy who was patiently waiting for him to be done with his matters. Typhon had absolute confidence in winning now, so he didn't have a reason to prevent his opponent to acquire that trident.

After confirming everything was ready, the Storm God darted forward to fight Typhon with two spears, a trident, and a thunderbolt in hand.

While he was approaching, Baal put Seth's spear and Poseidon's former trident in the shape of a cross, powering them with fire and water respectively. A mist came out of the reaction, hiding his figure from sight.

Typhon let out a snort at the little trick. Taking a deep breath, he blew strong wind currents to scatter the distraction. However, once he did so, Baal was not there anymore.

The son of Tartarus' senses gave multiple warnings—which he heeded. Without turning around, his tail was already shooting up like a lance at the being behind his head. Additionally, the snakes he had for hair were also charging some kind of attack, proven by the Magic Circles in front of their mouths that were pointing at the Storm God.

Baal merely glanced at the incoming offense with an uninterested gaze. His figure transformed into white lightning, disappearing from the scene before any attack could make contact. He reappeared instantly on the waters in front of Typhon with his newly-acquired trident pointing at him.

Multiple tendrils shot out of the water and coiled around his opponent's arms and torso without delay. Next, he dashed forward until he was centimeters away from him. Baal then touched Typhon with his weaponless hand and discharged large amounts of electricity nonstop.

Typhon didn't utter a single cry of pain, but his movements did become a little sluggish. 'As I suspected. Unable to be harmed doesn't mean he can't be affected.'

There were always loopholes to be found on seemingly unbeatable abilities, and this one was not the exception. To keep testing, he retracted his hand before forming it into a fist. He rapidly delivered a swift but powerful punch, creating a boom-like sound and making Typhon slide back for a couple of hundred meters before falling face-up.

As expected, there was no roar of pain or even a grimace from his foe. This at least confirmed that physical strength did not work, at least if he applied it directly.

If Baal wanted additional proof about his failure to harm Typhon, then his laugh while he was getting up and releasing restraints was good enough. "I already told you, Baal. No matter what you do, it's all useless! I admit that your control of Poseidon's Authority is already above average considering you just incorporated it, but nothing can't change your ultimate fate. You should just accept becoming my strength. With it, I will be even more unbeatable and you will be spared from a humiliating defeat."

"The reason prodigies stand out from the masses is because they don't mix with them. My talents would simply be wasted on someone like you." Baal said no more and started running in Typhon's direction again. Confidence in victory was something reserved for those who held absolute power, and his opponent was not one of those, so he didn't have to waste his breath.

Typhon regarded it as the foolish struggle of the defeated. That's why he didn't mind continuing this game a little longer. In response to the enemy's charge, he retracted his humanoid arm, bringing it downward in a diagonal direction to meet the incoming God. Strong winds surrounded his fist as the moment of their clash drew near.

Baal narrowed his eyes and moved slightly to the right just as Typhon's punch was about to make contact, the Canaanite God seemed to stagger. However, the son of Tartarus recognized those movements, and his eyes narrowed.

The Prince of Heaven spun numerous times with his arms positioned around an invisible partner as if doing a waltz dance before hitting the side of Typhon's fist with his open hand. The strike might have seemed suave, yet the effect was anything but.

As soon as the back of Baal's hand touched the fish-like skin of his foe, the punch deviated in a strange angle as if moved by a greater force and ended up hitting its owner square in the face. As he had foreseen, there was no damage. The only reaction was a small grunt that managed to fuel Baal's mocking smirk.

He didn't stop there, though. Stomping his right foot on the ocean surface, water converged in the form of a drill that immediately attacked the still-recovering monster.

While it managed to make him totter, it didn't damage him in any way. To control elements through Authorities, Gods infused their Divinity on it, so it was not that surprising.

As Baal was reflecting on what he was learning, a tail swipe from Typhon urged him to defend with Longinus and Seth's spear. The strike was powerful without a doubt. While it didn't send him flying, it was able to him slide a good distance away.

Looking at his foe, his previous gloating face was replaced with annoyance. While it was true he relished in the feeling of superiority his Nega-Skill brought him, the repeated humiliations were starting to piss him off.

"Stop this futile resistance. You stand no cha—"

"You talk too much. Shut up." Baal stabbed his trident on the water with no expression on his face. Typhon felt the temperature drop by several degrees all of a sudden. Looking down, he noticed ice forming beneath his tail and extending rapidly all over his body.

It didn't take a genius to realize what Baal wanted to do. If damaging him wasn't going to work, then sealing would be the next best option.

Without wasting any time, Typhon tried to retreat, but a giant icicle shot out from the ocean, hitting his back and preventing him from escaping. He repeatedly punched the ice forming around him, but no matter how much he broke it, more formed in its place to compensate.

Powerless to resist, his body was soon fully encompassed in ice, transforming him into a sculpture. 'He won't be trapped for too long. In that case...'

His gaze went to his Noble Phantasm. There were a few damaged parts from when Typhon punched Poseidon, but overall it still emitted a powerful radiance. He had used Herakles who had been slapped into the ocean floor by Typhon to power up its summoning before dragging him back to use God Hand as he pleased and returning him to the Throne of Heroes. Maybe he could use the same with his opponent. Who knows, he might even gain his Nega-Skill.

With that in mind, the chain dangling on the air darted in Typhon's direction before coiling around the ice sculpture like a python, dragging him slowly toward Baal's Noble Phantasm.

"Do not lower your guard, foolish God. You are in no position to take this lightly." A feminine voice sounded behind him while he was absentmindedly looking at the sky. He didn't hesitate to ignore it, though. It was beneath him to speak with the spawns of the losers he had defeated.

The Leviathan's words were not unfounded. As the chains were lifting Typhon up, small cracks began to appear in the ice surrounding him.

Baal raised his eyebrows. He hadn't expected his opponent to recover so quickly. 'I guess I underestimated that c.o.c.kroach's will to live, huh.'

Sure enough. Typhon broke free after some additional struggle. The chain tried to cover the additional empty space that appeared after he did so, but the lamia-like monster was able to punch it away while also firing a laser to the city, although thanks to the bad angle his body was in, he only managed to destroy the outskirts.

However, the moment he got rid of the chains, the pointy end grazed Typhon's shoulders, leaving a small cut that fastly healed, yet it couldn't escape Baal's eyes.

A strange light flashed through his golden orbs. Gazing at the flying city, he couldn't help but form a wicked smile as a crazy idea made its way into his head.

It was time to go into a suicide streak.