Chapter 55: ~Vae victis!~ (2/2)

“Don't touch me!” A sudden flash of light blinds me and both guards are flung away from Norent. They hit the walls with an ugly sound. “I am the chosen hero of the gods! I received their divine blessing! And now I see clear about all of you! You Northerners were corrupted by the blasphemy of Sarn!”

Other guards enter the room while the remaining ones ready their weapons and I raise my hand to erect a barrier.

“I will start with eliminating the demon's head.” Norent turns towards me and the mages start casting attack magic at him, but he evades with an unbelievable jump and lands between the guards who tried to shield me.

My third wife immediately conjures a fireball and throws it at Norent, who is dismembering my protectors like toys. Two swords of light appeared from nowhere in his hands. They cut through weapons and plate armour like they were made out of paper.

The fireball of my wife is deflected by the weapons and impacts behind Norent. Then he jumps at us and I muster all my power, throwing my personal ice fist spell at him. The shard of ice hits him head on in the chest and he is thrown backwards, landing on his back in the middle of the room.

But my spell isn't done yet. Ice starts to enclose Norent in a tight embrace to rob him of his freedom.

The Inquisitor doesn't yield to his fate. With a mad fury in his eyes, he breaks free and slices the throat of a guard who tried to attack him.

He thrusts his sword at another one and an orb of arcane energy shoots out and punches right through the guards chest. Then Norent turns towards us and summons another orb, which is flying right at me.

I raise both my hands to put all my power into the barrier, damn this body and my weakness! The orb punches through the barrier, but from one moment to the next, my third wife is in front of me and blocks the spell.

Then she topples over and blood starts to spread on the floor.

“Nooo!”

I scream and throw another ice fist at Norent. The Inquisitor evades while running towards me and I throw myself out of my throne to look after my wife, who cared for me despite my body.

Other guards try to block Norent, but the Inquisitor mows them down like grass.

I grab my beautiful wife's hand while my first and second wife are trying to hold Norent off and other guards enter the throne room.

Norent kicks my second wife, who is flung away like a toy and slices at the first, gutting her. I summon an air cushion where my second wife impacts and cast an ice shard at Norent in defiance.

The Inquisitor evades with ease and is above me in the next moment. His swords of light slice down at me and I try to protect myself with my right hand. But the hand is amputated like nothing and deep cuts open in my chest.

Pain burns my entire being and I hear someone screaming in a strange mixture of pain and rage, until I realize that I am the one who is screaming.

An arcane missile impacts on Norent's back and throws him against a wall. New arriving guards are shooting attack magic in all forms at him, but a strange light is protecting him. Although the massive onslaught finally seems to show effect.

Norent rolls to the side and gets to his feet, propelling himself forward and jumping through a window.

Yeah! That's right! Run from my guards you insane bastard. Whichever gods you are worshipping, they aren't mine, nor the gods of my people.

I smile while patting the face of my third wife and close her dead eyes with my remaining hand. “Sleep well Wera.”

Then my second wife is above me. “Ibrahim! Oh, my Ibrahim. What has this monster done! Heal!”  She casts healing magic at me, but the wounds which were inflicted by those weapons of light don't close. They must have a strong curse implemented in them.

I grab my second wife's hand and smile at her. “Natasha, don't cry. What about Adele?” My second wife shakes her head while her chin is trembling.

“You have to be strong now.” I cough and blood is coming up my throat while my vision is getting blurry. “It's not like we haven't foreseen something like this. Keep calm and remember the parchments in my chamber? I am sure you will get this bastard and avenge us. You just have to use someone … who is stronger than him.”

Natasha doesn't answer and presses her cheek against mine instead. I smile and embrace her with my arm. There is nothing bad about dying. Except for the pain, but it doesn't hurt as much as before. I will simply close my eyes and dream about fine women like Natasha, Adele and Wera …

“Be strong Natasha…”

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