NOVEL NEXT Chapter 152: The God of Dreams' Hound
The guards' jeers echoed off the wall, but Seraphina couldn't hold back her fury anymore. She gripped the scepter with both hands and a golden glow began to wrap around her. Slowly, Jax's power flowed into her like an unstoppable river filling every vein.
Her eyes burned. A single, clear idea rose in her mind, sharp and soaked in vengeance: swords. Dozens, hundreds of blades that would fall from the sky and pierce anyone who dared insult the God of Dreams.
Jax, reclined inside the carriage, smiled with dark amusement. He felt perfectly how she drank his power, how her rage shaped it into a weapon of annihilation.
"Interesting…" he murmured, voice low, watching the projection before him. "She wants to bathe them in steel and blood. Good disciple."
Without hesitation, Jax decided to grant her the flow she asked for.
Just as Seraphina raised the scepter, about to unleash the massacre, the guardian stepped forward and put himself between her and the soldiers.
"No, my lady," he said firmly, the black blade in his hand pulsing with a sinister hum. "There's no need to waste the divine's power on trash like this."
He lifted his weapon and pointed it straight at the men blocking the entrance.
"Surrender. Or be executed."
The guards laughed.
"Executed, he says! By a dog in armor?" one taunted, and another, bolder, raised a crossbow and fired right at the guardian.
The bolt screamed through the air, but before it reached him, the guardian moved the sword with the slightest flick. The projectile split in two, reduced to splinters that clattered to the ground.
Silence held for a breath.
Then the world turned red.
The guardian vanished from sight, moving with impossible speed. The only sounds were the hiss of air cut and soldiers' strangled screams.
One neck was slit from side to side, blood spouting like a geyser.
A torso was impaled and slammed against the wall like a ragdoll.
Another man barely had time to blink before his head rolled to the ground.
Soldiers on the battlements tried to fire crossbows, but the guardian was already among them. The black sword carved broad arcs, severing arms, opening chests, splitting skulls like ripe melons.
The huge siege crossbows on the wall were abandoned. The gunners died with eyes bulging, cleft in half before they understood what hit them.
Screams. Metal screeching. Blood cascading from the wall, soaking Lumina's white stone in red.
When the silence returned, no one stood alive before him. Only mutilated corpses, heads rolling in pools of blood, and a metallic copper smell hanging in the air.
The guardian stopped at the base of the wall, the black blade dripping dark red, breathing shallowly. He turned to Seraphina and dropped to one knee.
"My lady… the path is clear."
From inside the carriage, Jax chuckled softly, pleased.
"That's how my priestess' dog should act. Brutal. Relentless. Perfect."
The guardian made a path through the bodies and led the way, sword in hand, until the carriage passed through the blood-stained gates. Lumina's people watched from windows and alleys with terrified eyes, whispering as Seraphina advanced with the scepter held high.
They reached the governor's mansion quickly. Its walls were manned by hundreds of soldiers, and in the central courtyard Lord Hallwick waited, surrounded by nobles, mercenaries, and men in blue robes: priests of the sea god.
The uncle — a cold-eyed man with a neatly trimmed grey beard, stepped forward, arms spread like the host of a farce.
"Sister? What a surprise… I thought you'd died, lost in blindness and misery. But look at you now, dressed like a fraud. Maybe your costume is devotion to the Moon Goddess… or maybe to the light goddess? Either way, nice look, seems the temple taught you how to spread your legs like the whore you are."
Laughter rippled among the crowd and the sea priests raised their tridents with harmless solemnity.
Seraphina walked forward without hesitation, the scepter flashing dark sparks, and answered loud enough for every corner of the courtyard to hear.
"Shut up, you hypocrite! I'm not a fraud. I am the priestess of the God of Dreams, the one true god."
Murmurs of scandal spread. The uncle raised an eyebrow and the sea priests roared in outrage.
"Blasphemy," spat one. "The sea god has ruled these waters since before you were born, girl. Who are you to deny his power? There is no God of Dreams, stop lying and kneel to receive your punishment, you blasphemous witch."
Seraphina pointed the scepter at him, fury lighting her face.
"Power? You have no power! You are parasites crawling at my uncle's heels because he gives you what you want most: vulnerable young people for your sick pleasures."
Those words hit like a bomb. Some soldiers looked down, uncomfortable, but the priests went white with fury. Even people hiding in alleys laughed, the priest's crimes were no secret.
"You lie, witch!" another shouted.
But Seraphina didn't stop. She took another step forward, voice striking like a hammer.
"You are depraved, degenerate thieves and killers! You hide behind the mask of a god, but you are disgusting beasts who deserve to burn."
Her uncle's face contorted; the smile vanished and the veins in his neck bulged with anger.
"Enough!" he roared. "Do you think I'll let a insolent brat come into my house and insult my allies and me? I'll make you pay with your life for such insolence!"
The sea priests raised their tridents and began to channel power — currents of water thudding and thrumming across the courtyard.
The guardian stepped forward, sword ready, eyes blazing with pure hate.
Seraphina raised a hand to stop him.
"Calm," she said. "This judgment is mine."
She lifted the scepter, which shone with a golden light, and the air around her trembled.
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