The dragon's harem - Chapter 1474: A Divine Order

Chapter 1474: A Divine Order

The throne room rumbled as blood splashed everywhere, and the pavement shattered beneath the soldiers’ heavy steel boots. The windows rattled and cracked, bathed in sparks under the assault of the countless shockwaves born from the endless clash of steel.

Frella and her soldiers were fewer in numbers, but that still didn’t prevent them from holding the rebels back. The noble dying at the start helped crush the attacker’s morale.

But as it seems, morale and loyalty weren’t the only things making those soldiers fight. The noble was just their spokesperson, their front cover, and something else pushed them forward.

Dancing between the countless blades trying to cleave her head, Frella’s eyes burned as she cleaved one of the rebels in half with her greatsword, washing the others in his blood and guts.

The Emperor had expected something like this. With the war between the Dark Elves and the High Elves, it was almost obvious that getting the two queens to marry was going to lead to something like this. People weren’t just going to forget the war, even if their queen said it was over. Fire fades, but the embers still burn hot.

“You fools! War only leads to death and loss for both sides! The Emperor says it’s over, so it’s over! That’s better for everyone, why can’t you see that?”

“You say war is over? Yet here we are, spilling each other’s blood! Your Emperor just exchanged the high elves with our own, throwing us into this civil war.” One of the soldiers yelled back, lunging at her with a heavy swing.

Frella deflected his sword.

“War is bad, so those who try to start it are the ones in the wrong. The Emperor had ended the war, and people could finally live in peace and rebuild their lives. Children don’t have to die in foreign lands, families don’t need to be broken, and our economy can finally recover, make life easier and better for everyone.” She spun around and push-kicked the soldier on his stomach so hard that he shat himself, flying backward.

He rolled on the ground, puking rivers of blood as his vision slowly faded to black.

“Those who want the war to start are the bad ones.” She thrust her sword on the ground and glared at them.

The black dot above the throne pulsed and vibrated, and a woman in silver armor walked out of it, glaring at the massacre with glowing green eyes.

Mesharra unsheathed her sword. “The Emperor’s orders, kill them all, and let Elis sort them out.”

As the soldiers froze for a second, a blinding lightning bolt exploded out of Mesharra’s sword and burned one of them to ash, followed by her cleaving the head of another with a swift strike. Frella followed her, the two of them cutting and dicing like machines.

Frella saw Mesharra dancing with lightning, so she pulled her fire, setting her greatsword ablaze and trying to match her, turning the whole fight into a flash of lightning, engulfing half of the throne room in fire, lightning, and steel.

Seconds later, the black dot rumbled and full platoons of soldiers rushed out, spreading across the whole royal castle to quell the rebellion. Those were the forces Arad sent to assist the dark elf kingdom in establishing order.

While the rebels chose to attack before Arad, aka the Emperor, could send any support, they were caught by surprise to find out that he could send them at a moment’s notice, just spawn them in the middle of the throne room.

That black dot was what was left when Arad fully hid inside his stomach, a beacon of his magic. It usually fades away in hours without any of his incarnations tending to it, but he could send one every few hours to check on the dot and then suck them back to his stomach.

Arad couldn’t maintain that many of them at once, and that’s why he was pestering Luminous to make more teleportation mirrors.

Mesharra and Frella ripped and tore the rebels in the throne room to pieces and then sent orders to all of the soldiers, each one of them taking command of her own men. The orders were simple: kill anyone who fights back, imprison those who drop their weapons and surrender, and don’t harm anyone who isn’t a part of this mess.

At the lower parts of the castle, where Elis’s church was, the pope there flinched, a woman who was sitting beneath Elis’s statue, holding a sword in her hand.

“Intruder, only dark elves are allowed here.” She looked back, spotting Mary.

“I understand that, but I’m here on order from the Emperor. He said to consult Elis about the rebellion and take a stance.” Said with a smile, looking at the pope, sighed.

“You wear holy clothes, what god do you serve?”

“I used to serve the goddess of magic, still do, but I mainly worship the Emperor now; he is my god, albeit he isn’t a god.”

The pope sighed, hearing Mary’s reply. How did such a mad heretic make it all the way here? What are the other paladins outside doing?

“This is Elis’s divine sanctum, you can’t hurt me here, for I’m protected by her divine light.” The pope closed her eyes, “Let’s do what you said, and ask her about how to deal with you.”

The pope’s sword rattled as the statue above her burned with silver divine magic.

All the pope needed to do now was read the waves of magic, try to understand what the goddess’s will is. But instead of just signs, she heard a voice rumble in her head.

^The Emperor, Arad Orion, yeah, that one. He is sitting here beside me, go out and have the paladins kill all of the rebels, some of them might be plotting to burn the World Tree again, and I want to find out who is behind that. So, kill them all, send them to me, and I’ll sort them out.^

The pope remained frozen for a second and then stood, looked back at Mary with a shocked face, and then back at the statue. “All paladins! Assist the royal palace and the Emperor’s soldiers, it’s Elis’s will to hunt those traitors down!”

As the paladins rushed out, the pope approached Mary, “Now, you. Tell me, how in the nine hells did the Emperor reach Elis?”

“You know the climbing rites of the high elves? He carried Cerilla and Jasmine all the way to Sylph’s heaven and met Elis there.” Mary smiled, “The goddess of magic that I once worshipped was the one to ask me to worship him as my god. She knows more than anyone else, and her knowledge shows.”

The pope frowned, “At first, I thought he was just a powerful dragon that forced two kingdoms to accept peace through his sheer power. But now, even the gods are in on it.”

She looked at Elis’s statue, “If her divinity Elis supports him, then the church does as well.”

Mary smiled, “Would you be interested in worshipping him as well?”

The pope stared at her, “Fuck off, I have my goddess.”