Blade of the Goddess-Chapter 156

"My Queen, you must head to the secret bunker for emergencies," Nimreth suggested with urgency as they walked to a safe room.

"I appreciate your concern, but I need to command my army. You go and help the people while I give orders. This way, we can minimize the death and destruction. I’ll head to a relatively safe space with the guards."

Nimreth pressed on. "I insist that I stay by your side."

Melina paused, and Nimreth stopped to look back at her.

"Nimreth, as a Divine Apostle, it’s your duty to protect the people of Alfheim. Under Goddess Freya, we are all equal. Please help the people." She pleaded.

Nimreth smiled, nodding her head as she placed a hand on Melina’s shoulder. "You are such an amazing Queen."

"And you’re an amazing Divine Apostle." Melina complimented back.

Nimreth chuckled. "Right."

Maybe it was because she was on edge, but Melina, sensing danger, protected herself with a barrier of mana that wrapped around her body right as a powerful blast of magic struck her in the abdomen, knocking her back several feet until she collided with a wall.

"MOTHER!" Valindra screeched, rushing to her mother to see if she was alright. On instinct, she started healing her, even though Melina was able to heal herself.

"Wow, you still haven’t lost your touch. I’m impressed." Nimreth smirked, her hair a brilliant green color and Holy Power surging from her body. She had entered her Apostle Form.

Valindra couldn’t believe what was happening. "L-Lady Nimreth? What’s the meaning of this?" Her mind was trying to figure out why she would attack her mother, but she wasn’t able to figure it out.

"Why? Haha! Why, you ask? Do you know how horrible it is being a fucking Divine Apostle? Doing the bidding of a useless fucking god?!" Nimreth asked with fury, her voice bellowing.

"W-What are you saying? This isn’t the real you!"

"The real me? I’ve been alive for 5,000 fucking years and I’ve been an apostle for 4,000 of those years. Time and time again have I served this land. Time and time again, I have done the bidding of someone else. Time and time again, I have listened to the annoying, petty, useless, squabbling of those man-child gods bicker among themselves! I’m sick and tired of it! I just want to be my own person, do my own thing, live my own life. You think serving a god is amazing? Fuck no! All you become is a slave and deal with problems THEY create themselves!" She was letting loose all of the pain and anger that had built up over a meliena

Melina stood up, her face cold and her tone even colder. "So you turn your back on your people?! Kill innocents?"

Nimreth laughed. She didn’t care about how they felt, how she made others feel. She didn’t care who she killed or who was innocent or guilty. She just wanted to do whatever she wanted. "Am I supposed to care?"

"You’re supposed to be the best of us! You serve Goddess Freya! How dare you turn your back on her!"

"I turned my back on her? Answer me this. Where was she when I left? Where was she when the kingdom was attacked? Or when the world tree started dying? Where is she now? She’s definitely not with me, I can answer that now."

Melina and Valindra didn’t know what to say. It’s true that they didn’t hear Freya’s voice, nor did she help when Nimreth was gone. But they wanted to believe that she was with Nimreth all along, however, it turns out that she wasn’t. So where was she?

Nimreth loved the pained expressions on their faces. "That’s right. The gods have abandoned us. And we’re left to deal with their scraps!"

"So you side with demons and serve them now? Doesn’t sound like freedom." Melina argued

"You don’t understand the power they hold and what they plan to do to this world. My job is to get rid of your little family, and I’ve already taken care of that."

"What are you-"

Nimreth threw three dark elf heads onto the ground. They rolled until they reached Melina’s and Valindra’s feet, revealing who they were.

As their eyes locked onto the three heads, Valindra broke down crying, and Melina’s mana exploded from her body.

She was furious, so furious that she could feel the veins in her head tightening. She clenched her fists until they were white, and her gaze was so deadly that even Nimreth was taken aback by her bloodlust.

"My husband...my sons." Her voice cracked with pain and sorrow. "I’ll have you beg for death once I’m done with you!"

"Hahaha! Come and try it you stupid bitch!"

The castle exploded.

Not cracked. Not shattered. Exploded—a dome of yellow light clashing with a chaotic spiral of multicolored mana, turning stone and steel into dust. From the storm of destruction, Melina and Nimreth shot into the sky as blurs of light and chaos.

Melina didn’t speak. Her eyes burned with silent wrath, light magic spiraling around her like a rising sun. Nimreth only laughed, floating backward, arms wide as if welcoming a storm.

"Don’t tell me that’s all you got!" Nimreth sneered, "Show me how angry you are! Show me your power!"

Light lanced from Melina’s palm, a beam so focused it tore through clouds. Nimreth waved her hand, dissolving it into glimmering particles before flicking a finger, and arcane runes erupted midair, launching spears of destructive mana. Melina dodged, weaving through the barrage with precision before laughing herself right at Nimreth.

They collided midair like twin comets, magic erupting in shockwaves that flattened the treetops of the ancient forest below. Trees the size of towers bent and splintered as their battle spilled through the canopy. A blast of holy fire carved a mile-wide crater. A spear of light countered, searing across the sky like divine judgment.

But Nimreth’s smile widened.

She chanted under her breath, and Melina’s next spell fizzled mid-cast. Nimreth blurred forward, grabbing Melina by the throat, and slammed her into a tree so massive it split like parchment.

"You’re using magic," she hissed, pressing her hand to Melina’s chest, "against the Apostle that served the Goddess of Magic?"

Her voice thundered, echoed, and cracked the clouds. "Who the fuck do you think you are?!"

The answer was silence—and a pulse of radiant light. Melina fused with her spirit in a burst of spirit energy, wings of pure luminance flaring out as every spell she cast became stronger and faster. The sky turned white. The forest caught fire. Magic collided with magic in a storm that shattered sound itself.

But Nimreth kept grinning. She adapted. Her holy power warped, unraveled Melina’s spells, and crushed the light with raw, chaotic might.

Melina was driven back, parrying with desperation, holding back ruin by threads of mana and rage. Trees fell like matchsticks. Mountains cracked in the distance. The air screamed with the pressure of gods clashing.

And just as Nimreth raised her hand for the final strike, a flash of golden light blocked her spell. Zion appeared like a meteor, intercepting the blow with a wall of golden energy.

Nimreth’s eyes narrowed. "Tch." fгeewёbnoѵel_cσm

Zion looked at the beaten Melina in his arms, then looked at Nimreth. "You’re such a bitch, you know that?"

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