"It seems your husband is helping you, but for how long can you use his power?" Godwyn asked, backing away with a calm and cold expression. Despite this, he looked at Bestla with a solemn gaze.
"More than enough to tear your half-breed mouth. When Borr arrives, you are dead." Bestla said with a cold tone as the chains that bound her were evaporated by her husband's power. Borr was considered the god of destruction and warlord.
Godwyn just laughed as he waved his hand. Two red lightning spikes manifested in both his hands.
Bestla's face changed, but it wasn't because of the lightning spikes in the half-breed's hands, but because her husband didn't look at her when she ntioned his na.
"Surprised?" Godwyn asked with a smile. "Do you think I would appear with my true appearance without any concern? I'm not foolish enough to do that just to cause shock and disbelief to others."
Why did Godwyn prefer the Divine Position of the God of Order? Because this was an extrely strong power capable of altering reality itself. Within dozens of kiloters, this was Godwyn's personal world, which could modify anything.
That's exactly why Bestla hadn't found him before and why Borr hadn't noticed anything, even though his na was being ntioned at that mont.
"Odin's crows exploded, but for the God King himself, the crows are still accompanying you to the border. Aren't you happy to make such an effort to kill her, dear grandmother?" Godwyn asked again, there was a big smile on his face, showing his impeccably white teeth.
Bestla's face was grim. As Godwyn had said earlier, Borr's destructive power was limited and Godwyn's chains were extrely dangerous. Any touch of hers could make her completely lose the ability to fight back.
"In my na, I sentence you to death." Godwyn said with a smile, looking down at Bestla. With his words, lightning rained from the heavens. Even being the Goddess of Storms, the lightning ca so fast that she didn't even have a chance to defend herself.
Bestla was thrown back as the red lightning tore through her flesh, evaporated her blood, and destroyed her muscles. Golden blood bathed the ground with a beautiful and equally deadly hue.
"ARGHGHH!!!" A sharp and painful scream escaped Bestla's mouth as the lightning continuously tortured her.
If Bestla's eyes could kill, Godwyn would have been dead long ago. She looked furiously at Godwyn and scread. "YOU FILTHY HALF-BREED!!!!"
With her words, nine gigantic hurricanes swept the environnt with a force capable of horrifying any human.
Godwyn's long hair fluttered strongly against the voracious winds, he narrowed his eyes and smiled, the angrier Bestla was, the more mistakes the goddess could make.
However, looking at the voracious winds that could tear his flesh and break his bones, Godwyn did not stand still to be hit, he retreated and advanced between the nine hurricanes. Which made Bestla's eyes widen in shock.
She couldn't believe that nine hurricanes could do nothing against the filthy half-breed. Just the pressure of the nine hurricanes was enough to make any god be crushed into a tomato sauce.
But this was not happening to Godwyn, which made the goddess confused and incredulous. She had forgotten that Godwyn was the God of Order and he had created the perfect environnt to fight Bestla.
Heimdall had never done anything like this because he was a god, and a god was arrogant, instead of creating tactics and a favorable environnt, the gods preferred to fight head-on and without many complicated thoughts.
But Godwyn is a human, or was to be more precise. However, as a human, Godwyn was more than used to using everything to his advantage in a fight. He was not arrogant or even despised his enemies.
Bestla might find this crazy, but as a human, Godwyn thought this was natural from the beginning. The weak and strong had different views of the world, especially between gods and mortals.
"You should stop being so easily shocked, others might take advantage of these monts to hit you, dear grandmother." Suddenly, Bestla blinked once and saw that Godwyn had arrived in front of her.
What she saw was a hand clenched into a fist, and the next mont, she only felt a pain in her cheek before her body was thrown against a mountain, destroying the entire mountain in the process.
Bestla fell to her knees and spat out a large amount of blood mixed with saliva and teeth. She raised her head and looked at Godwyn with an increasingly crazy look. At this mont, she put aside so of her pride and realized that she could really die at the hands of the half-breed bastard.
The Goddess of Storms had torn clothes and much of her nudity was showing, including one of her breasts. But neither Bestla herself nor Godwyn cared about such a small and insignificant detail.
"Don't look at so intensely, I'm going to get shy." Godwyn said with a slightly happy smile, seeing Bestla's deplorable situation made him very happy. He had wanted to hit this racist piece of shit goddess for a long ti.
Bestla beca even more furious with Godwyn's words, she wanted to tear and devour Godwyn's flesh, only then could she calm so of the fury she was feeling at the mont.
"I always despised you, a goddess who judges the value of beings because of their lineage. You know what's funnier? The racist goddess has a son who hates his own lineage." Godwyn said, taking a step forward. His words piercing Bestla's fragile heart and psyche like swords.
Godwyn was blessed with the gift of words, he could always say what others wanted to hear, but he could also reveal what people most hid in their hearts.
"It must hurt, your own son despising you. The disgust he feels when thinking about his lineage." Godwyn continued to impact Bestla's mind. "Don't be sad, dear grandmother. You reap what you sow."
"AHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!" An extrely furious roar sounded from Bestla's mouth. The goddess cared about nothing else and advanced against Godwyn.
Godwyn smiled at this and collided head-on with Bestla. With each collision, the air pulsed and exploded with the breaking of the sound barrier.
BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!! BOOM!!!
Thalia, who was far from the battlefield, couldn't help but widen her eyes, seeing the fight that could destroy a city effortlessly. She felt that the fight was more exciting than watching Tony Stark snap his fingers against Thanos.
The girl's heart was beating extrely fast as sweat ran down her face and hands.
She wanted to be by Godwyn's side, fighting with him at this mont, but she knew she was just a burden in a fight of this caliber. She was no different from a cockroach before Bestla. So, the only thing she could do at that mont was just watch her beloved fighting to materialize a brilliant future he had promised.
A world where the Golden Order would rule the entire cosmos.
Bestla was once again thrown against a mountain, half of her body destroyed by Godwyn's lightning. Blood dripped from her severe wounds while Godwyn himself was completely intact.
The Divine Positions of the God of Foresight, Prescience, and Protection made him an opponent no one wanted to fight. He was a tank with triple armor, no matter how many lightning bolts or winds, they could never truly harm Godwyn.
Godwyn couldn't help but feel disdain for Heimdall, the god had so many powerful divine positions, but only cared about Prescience. It was a pure waste of talent.
"I WILL KILL YOU." Bestla roared furiously. The physical and ntal pain made her even more furious. Lightning surrounded her figure, lting the ground around her.
Godwyn's response was Golden Chains. The chains wrapped around Bestla's arms and legs. The goddess's body was lifted from the ground and as the four chains pulled Bestla's limbs in different directions.
"Are you scared, Grandma?" Godwyn, who floated in the air with open arms, asked with a smile. "Have you seen the scene of Smaug when the golden dragon promises what it is to show true revenge?"
"I am gold, I am death." Along with the cold words being spoken, Bestla's world was tinged with a dazzling golden light.
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