I Enslaved The Goddess Who Summoned Me

Chapter 565: Conquering the Senate Castle!

The third floor of the Senate Castle had become a warzone.

Stone pillars were cracked open, marble tiles shattered like broken glass beneath countless shockwaves, and the once-majestic hallway was now drowned in fire, steel, and the roar of colliding powers. The battle had expanded far beyond what any strategist could have predicted; it was chaos in its purest, most violent form.

Here, the very heart of the Empire shook as two groups of Heroes—once classmates, comrades, and friends—now clashed with the fury of demigods.Those who still swore loyalty to the Amun Ra Empire fought tooth and nail against the Heroes who had turned their backs on Alexandria and defected to Rome and Julius Caesar, the latter standing behind his elite soldiers in full battle regalia.

”Protect Elin at all costs!”

”Make sure no one lays a finger on her!”

”As always, we protect our little princess!”

Elin nearly shrank into herself as she heard her classmates shouting, forming a protective circle around her.

”G-Guys...” she mumbled, cheeks flushing a soft crimson. She wasn’t new to this treatment—far from it. Ever since their summoning, her classmates had doted on her endlessly, treating her like some cherished treasure.

And to be fair, in their eyes, she was.

Elin radiated innocence, purity, and kindness so effortlessly that every student in their class had grown attached to her. But once her SSS-Rank Healing Skill awakened—an ability so powerful it bordered on divine—their affection hardened into loyalty bordering on fanatic devotion. She had saved their lives countless times already, knitted their wounds, soothed their pain, and kept death at bay more than once.

So for them, protecting her wasn’t a duty.

It was instinct.

Even still, the whole thing embarrassed her to no end.

But Elin pushed those feelings aside. She had a role here, and as always, she would fulfill it.

Her staff shimmered with pure white and golden light, a warm glow pulsing outward and enveloping her allies.

A soldier sliced across the shoulder? Healed instantly.

A spear nearly pierced someone’s ribs? Closed before blood even had time to spill.

Burned? Bruised? Poisoned?

Elin purged it all the moment it appeared.

With her behind them, her classmates fought fearlessly, recklessly even. After all, who wouldn’t feel bold when an SSS-Rank healer had your back? They were practically invincible so long as Elin remained standing.

Still, her concentration wasn’t absolute. Her gaze kept drifting across the battlefield—drawn again and again to the brutal duel unfolding only meters away.

Freja vs. Axel

Their blades collided with such intensity that the air shook with each clash.Sparks burst like tiny stars, and arcs of stray mana carved jagged lines along the walls and ceiling. Every strike they exchanged sent ripples of pressure that cracked the stone under their feet.

They were evenly matched.

Equal in strength.

Equal in speed.

Equal in raw talent.

But Axel’s smirk revealed how much he was enjoying this.

”Trying so hard to push me back from your precious little classmates, huh?” he taunted, easily reading her strategy. ”You’re terrified I’ll carve through them the moment I get the chance.”

Freja didn’t answer. Her bright eyes were sharp, focused solely on him. Determined.

She would not—could not—allow Axel anywhere near her friends. These were the classmates who had stayed true. The ones who remained loyal. The ones who refused to betray their homeland.

She would protect them with her life if she had to.

Axel chuckled darkly. ”Maybe you really did deserve to be class president, Freja. His grin widened. ”But you’ve always been beneath me!”

He roared as he swung downward with earth-splitting force. Freja parried, but the impact rattled her arm, pain shooting up her wrist. The ground beneath her heel fractured, leaving a deep crater from the collision.

And then Axel’s entire body began to glow.

The temperature spiked. Magic crackled around him, distorting the air like heat rising from molten metal.

Freja’s breath hitched—she recognized this.

Scales began spreading across his arms, gleaming like crimson armor. His muscles bulged unnaturally, his presence swelling as if something ancient and monstrous was awakening inside him.

Axel activated his SSS-Rank Skill.

Dragonic Force.

A thunderous shockwave ripped outward as the transformation completed.

BADAM!!