Divine Luck: SSS-Rank Battle Maid Harem

Zach scanned the scaly faces of the Children when he came to the seventh and final one. His eyes narrowed.

"You…!"

But he wasn't the only one recognizing someone.

The seventh Child of the ones around them was looking at Visla.

"You…!" He exclaimed in anger, looking ready to charge like a mad bull. Visla couldn't not notice that and frowned as she looked at the Child before her eyes widened in realization.

It was the Child that she had killed, the one the Nilma tribe captured and let her execute to bring justice to the ones he had killed. Visla was certain she had pierced his heart. She had felt his pulse fade and seen the light in his eyes go out.

"...I guess that's what they meant by immortal." Zach remembered what his father had said about the Children. He had been a little distracted by other things at the time, so he hadn't thought much about it, but he hadn't missed it.

It wasn't that they didn't die. They just didn't stay dead.

"You've already killed one of them?" Lexi asked.

"Two. I killed the one who killed…" His voice trailed off. He didn't need to finish for the others to know who he was talking about, though. Zach scanned the Children again.

"He's not here, though. But maybe he is just late."

"That's possible," Lexi agreed. It seemed like the Children were weighing the situation and assessing Zach and the others. Lexi had half forgotten it since she thought she would have more time to prepare, but she hadn't told Zach everything they knew about the Hydra and her Children.

She lowered her voice and whispered to Zach as quickly as she could,

"We have figured out a few of the Hydra's nine powers. Fire, wind, poison, death, immortality, and regeneration. We also know it's missing one head, the head of Domination. Neither it nor its children should have that power."

It was a boatload of information compressed to a couple of sentences. But Zach still understood the potential abilities and the like of the Children they would soon fight. He also understood what Lexi was getting at.

"That means they might have two powers we know nothing about."

"Exactly."

"It's just you?" The seemingly most powerful Child, a tall and muscular man, asked. He had already looked around and confirmed that there was no one hiding nearby.

Zach took a step forward.

"That's right." He glanced at their numbers and then at the Children's numbers as he got an idea. He turned back to the Child.

"Our numbers are equal. What do you think about individual fights?" He asked. Lexi and Visla looked at Zach in stunned disbelief. This was a fight to the death. Why was he discussing terms of the battle like it was a friendly sparring match?

The Child narrowed his eyes suspiciously as he looked at Zach and Lexi. He turned back to Zach.

"If you tell me why Mother's smell is so thick on you."

"I have no idea."

"...Fair enough." The First Child glanced back at his younger siblings. The Youngest seemed ot have a target. The others… They were mostly looking at either Zach or Lexi, but they weren't fixed on anyone.

A chaotic brawl would be on their side since they all handled fire to a certain degree. However, involving the younger siblings in a fight between himself and enemies strong enough to withstand him…They would have to die again.

The First Child wasn't keen on that when he didn't know where Seven was. He clenched and unclenched his fist. There was also someone else in the Labyrinth that posed a threat to them, someone that wasn't an Evandiel or a barbarian.

They had to stay together.

If everyone got their own opponents of relatively similar levels, their odds of survival and success were greater. It was the same for both sides.

The First Child was a little hesitant about making an agreement with an Evandiel. But an ordinary Evandiel would never even suggest making a deal with them. Besides, with Mother's smell so heavy on him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of kinship.

"Alright," he eventually said, much to Lexi's and Visla's surprise.

"Will you be the one I face?" He asked.

"No, no, no." Zach hurriedly raised his hands and shook his head. He turned to Yanael and Mandra.

"Do either of you two…?"

"I don't mind a warm-up, Master." "I would prefer to conserve my strength to the Hydra, Master," The two said at the same time. It was fortunate that they wanted opposite things. Zach gestured for Yanael to go ahead. She unsheathed her sword and stepped forward.

"An angel…It's been a long time since I last fought one. It's an honor," he said, scales covering his body and white, airy smoke pouring out of his nose.

"I'm not just an Angel," Yanael answered, two pairs of wings shooting out of her back and exploding her strength as she launched forward. With the two of them soaring into the sky and entering a wild fight, the others also sought their opponents.

Visla and the youngest and Ninth Child found each other quickly and clashed in a savage melee.

Soara and the Third Child hadn't stopped looking at each other from the moment the Children arrived. They could sense the other.

Soara was naturally greater since she was a self-made deity while the Third was the offspring of a god-like creature. But Soara was in a state of weakness.

The Third could feel it. If he won and took Soara's powers for himself, he would rise to heights he hadn't even been able to dream of.

Soara, on the other hand, was revolted by the feeling of the Child wielding the power of death.

Soara wasn't delusional enough to think she was the only one who could or should use the power of death. But the Child in front of her didn't deserve it. He hadn't learned it. He had been born with it. It was opposite to everything that the powers of death represented.

Naturally, the two sought each other out and started comparing their powers in a still and silent contest that greyed the air and area around them.