Chapter 59 Part 1) The Kiliean Empire Part 1 (Patreon)

Nergal was not in a good mood. Since when had she been in such a situation where she was being forced to make a choice like this? She gritted her teeth and looked at the idiot man who was smiling away and then at the barrier in front of her that was about to break and let out a sigh. “Screw off Nix!”

Nergal let her barrier down and let the beam of light her arm as she quickly brought but a shield maid of divinity. Her left arm was blown off, but she managed to get the barrier up in time to keep herself intact. Not daring to continue her fight, she quickly retreated, leaving Erebus behind.

“Erebus, return now!” Nix’s words were nothing but an order which Erebus did not dare to ignore. He quickly disappeared, heading back to where the rest were waiting.

Nergal, on the other hand, was not doing too well. While she would not die, her arm had been blown off, and she could not seem to heal it. “Just what the hell was that beam made of!? To be able to stop divinity from healing my arm…”

She was very confused. She did not know how mortals were able to create such a weapon. A weapon that could easily kill a god if they were not careful. She had thought they were just mere mortals, but now… “I need to heal my arm somehow. Vinee really put me in a position where I might just die.”

She hated how she was powerless against Vinee. The woman was just too powerful. With a wave of her hand, she could obliterate her. But what she did not understand was why Vinee wanted her to kill this person. Why didn’t she just do it herself? It made no sense to her.

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In the palace that had just warded off Nergal, a young woman stood on the palace tower looking up into the sky. “It seems our weapons have done their job once again.”

“Princess Tiliy, we were able to not only ward off the goddess who appeared and began attacking us but we also injured her. If the anti-god weapons did their job she should not be able to heal her arm.” A man in metal armor knelt down behind the young woman.

The young woman had silver hair that ran down her back and wore and long white gown that stopped at her ankles. On her feet were a pair of silver greaves. Her shoulders were adorned with silver pauldrons that covered her seemly delicate shoulders. These connected to a breastplate that went on top of her white gown. It seemed she had rushed to put on some sort of protection.

“Good. Give the magi’s who have worked hard a reward. And prepare for any new attacks. Our kingdom has never bowed to the will of the gods. Of they dare to attack our kingdom we will take them down as we have done since ancient times.” The young woman turned and looked at the man kneeling and smiled. “You can go.”

“Yes, Princess.” The man bowed his head once more before getting up and leaving without another word.

The Princess watched the man leave before looking over at the corner where a micro-sized root was hidden. “Are you going to come out, or should I track you using your magic signature.”

“I guess there is no escaping someone from a powerful magic society.” The small root suddenly enlarged. It slowly began to split, and three figures appeared.

“What is the meaning of this!?” The Princess quickly went on guard when she felt the presence of someone with divinity.

“Please calm down. I am not your enemy. I am only here because Her Holiness can not control her aura. I am the only thing holding back the ice that would normally freeze you instantly.” Khione took on the role of a subordinate to Desaray. This was why she called her Her Holiness instead of acting on friendly terms. In a sense, she did what Juna did.

The Princess eyed Khione closely before looking down at the ground to see frost building up around the blue-skinned dragon girl's feet. “I will trust you for now. You the wood magic user, you have been watching me for a while now.”

“I have. As I watch over the entire world in the same manner. You are Princess Tiliy. My name is Juna, next to me is the Khione, as well as Her Holiness, Desaray.” Juna did introductions in a polite manner. They were here to talk with this woman about their weapons.

“Hmmm…” Princess Tiliy really was curious how a mortal like herself seemed to be able to bring a goddess under her control. “Why do you a goddess, bow to a mere mortal?”

“Because, she is worth bowing to. Not all gods think the same. We have quite a few gods and goddess on our side who wish to take down the old man who has started this crazy war and wishes to destroy this world. Her Holiness is someone we deem fit to be our leader. Someone we will follow even in death.”