Blade of the Goddess-Chapter 129

"As you can see, she will not leave that chair," Zion said as he brought Syrune onto his jet.

"What kind of craftsmanship is this? Did Dwarves build this?"

"Yes, but I gave them the blueprints and built the model they used to build this bad boy." He smiled with pride.

"Amazing! W-Well, anyway, let’s get Lady Nimreth back to the Capital, she’s needed more than ever right now."

After a few attempts, they were able to pull Nimreth off the chair.

"Land! We’re on land! Oh, nature, how I’ve missed you! I’ll never take you for granted again!" Nimreth cried, kissing the dirt.

"Lady Nimreth, please, pull it together. We need your help, our people are dying!" Syrune informed

"Right. Let’s go! Zion, heal them."

"Fine." He waved his hand, and the elves he beat up were healed instantly.

"My power has returned. I’ll take us to the capital now!" Nimreth spun her hands in a slow, deliberate circle, then clasped them together with a sharp crack. Energy swelled between her palms, pulsing brighter with each passing second. After a tense moment, she flung her arms wide, and a shimmering portal tore through space itself, rippling like a wound in reality.

"Woah, maybe I should learn space magic," Zion said under his breath as he walked through the portal alongside everyone.

Alfheim was a realm of nature, beauty, and harmony. Towering trees stretched endlessly across the vast forest, their colossal trunks as wide as castles and their canopies forming a living roof over the kingdom. Elegant structures of wood and stone rested atop the ancient boughs, seamlessly woven into the natural world. Mana flowed thick through the air—vibrant, abundant, and ever-present—nurturing all life within. The elves, a serene and graceful people, lived in quiet joy. Laughter echoed through the treetop streets as children played, and festivals filled the air with music, color, and celebration.

But today, everything was red. The trees—once symbols of life—were ablaze, their towering forms reduced to pillars of flame. Buildings crumbled from their heights, crashing down in clouds of ash and splinters. Children screamed instead of laughing, their cries lost in the chaos. Blood stained the streets, flowing through the roots like a river of death. Everywhere, elves knelt over the lifeless bodies of loved ones, their grief swallowed by the unrelenting horror. They fought desperately against demons, against corrupted humans, and even their own kin twisted by demonic energy. Alfhiem, once a paradise of harmony, had become a vision of hell.

"I guess I won’t be eating a salad today." Zion joked

Syrune started at him, his comment rubbing every elf there the wrong way. "Really?"

"Sorry, jokes in these situations are usually funnier."

No one laughed.

Zion nodded. "I’ll shut up now."

"Those demonic bastards! How dare they do this?! I’ll slaughter every last one of you!" Nimreth shot into the sky, her eyes blazing with fury. She raised her hands high above her head as holy energy surged through her, illuminating her like a star. Thousands of radiant magic circles and ancient runes spiraled into existence around her, humming with raw, divine power.

"Look!"

"It’s Lady Nimreth!"

"Lady Nimreth is back!"

"Please save us!"

"Please help us, Lady Nimreth!"

Hearing the cries and desperate pleas of her people only fueled her rage. They shouldn’t be begging for her help—shouldn’t be clutching the lifeless bodies of their loved ones, sobbing in the ashes of their homes. It was her duty to protect them. And she had failed. That failure burned within her, a searing shame that twisted into fury.

She unleashed her fury upon everything tainted by even a trace of demonic energy. The land itself trembled beneath the force of her wrath as she leveled the terrain, obliterating her enemies while shielding her people. The demons tried to retaliate—but the sheer intensity of her holy power incinerated them the moment they drew near. Radiance poured from her like a divine inferno, vaporizing demonic humans, corrupted elves, and monsters alike. It wasn’t a battle. It was a massacre. One-sided, merciless, and absolute. The demons never stood a chance.

"Well, this is fun and all, but I have other things to attend to. Syrune, can you take me to the palace so I can speak to the queen?" Zion asked

"How dare you ask such a thing! Know your place, human! I don’t know why you’re here, but I don’t care. You don’t get to make demands here!" Pinor shouted.

"Yeah!" The other elves agreed.

"Pinor, calm down. He’s here to help us, not harm us. We’ll need to take him to the Queen anyway. Follow me, Zion." Syrune said as she started walking toward the palace.

Zion smirked, sticking his tongue out at the dark elf.

"You! Syrune, why did he kiss you?!" Pinor asked

"What?"

"No way!"

"He kissed Syrune?"

The other elves were in disbelief upon hearing what came out of Pinor’s mouth.

Pinor continued. "Does he even know what that means? You know those filthy humans fuck anything that moves. They’re like animals!"

"Yes, he knows what that means." She said with a sigh.

Pinor stepped back in disbelief. "And you let him do it?"

"I did. Do you have a problem?" She asked, her voice now laced with annoyance.

"N-No, I don’t," Pinor grumbled, walking away with his shoulders slumped and an angry expression across his face. freewebnσvel.cѳm

"Tasted like strawberries." Zion laughed.

Pinor furrowed his brow. "What?"

"Her lips." He mimicked the kissing action. "Tasted like strawberries."

"You filthy dirt-eating short-eared bastard!" Pinor rushed at Zion, rage clouding his judgment as a massive shadow engulfed the two of them.

"I’ll kill you!" He shouted, clasping his hands together, which caused the shadow to condense in an attempt to crush Zion.

Zion laughed loudly. "I’d like to see you try!" He snapped his fingers, and a golden light shone so brightly that the shadow was instantly cast away.

"What the-"

Zion formed a sword out of golden light and swung it at Pinor’s neck, almost slicing it off. But before he could, Syrune stepped in the way, blocking his attack so he wouldn’t kill the man.

"Stop it, now!" She demanded. "Pinor, get out of here right now! And Zion, stop causing unnecessary trouble."

"Yes, my love." Zion smiled

"You’re taking his side?!" Pinor asked with rage in his voice.

Syrune gave Pinor the scariest glare Zion had seen any woman give. "I. Said. Leave!"

"F-Fine." Pinor gave Zion a nasty look before turning around to leave with the other Elves.

"So who’s that guy anyway?" Zion asked

Syrune rolled her eyes. "A potential suitor."

"Ooo, competition."

She waved her hand. "No, there won’t be any competition. I’m not even interested in him."

"Good, because you’re mine, and I don’t like sharing."

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