Chapter 100 The Boy's Anger - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Damn it! Evester's face suddenly turned extremely grim. She was certain that she hadn't consciously thought of such a dangerous wish. Yet the wishing jar seemed to have twisted her subconscious, leading her to harbor such thoughts. Staring at the endless surge of viscous black mud, Evester controlled her crimson extraordinary power, trying to obliterate it within the underground ruins. Unfortunately, with the completion of the sinister ritual, the power unleashed from the wishing jar was escalating at a pace that even she found alarming. An incredulous thought rose in her mind. Is this a level-0 seal item?! Father lied to me?! Evester was left hovering in mid-air, her mind awash with a torrent of chaotic emotions. There was anger, sorrow, despair, confusion... She had never dealt with a crisis event involving a level-0 seal item, and had no idea if her body could withstand such a magnitude of laws and characteristics. She would probably die. And even if she didn't, she would definitely become a complete monster afterwards. Should she retreat? At that moment, amid her chaotic thoughts, this notion surfaced in Evester's mind. But for some reason, she instinctively rejected it. She could run, but her subordinates outside the ruins, and Duke Tierus's army would not survive the black mud. Moreover... Orne City was not far away. Although Evester didn't care at all about the lives of its people. But even thinking with her toes, she knew. If she, the 'sinful princess', caused a city-wide disaster due to negligence, upon returning to the capital, she would face unprecedented attacks. Those waiting to see her downfall would be more than happy to kick her when she's down. No, she couldn't. A certain conviction deep within her surged once more. In the next instant, Evester's slender fingers were engulfed in a blazing red light, tearing through the sky of black mud to reach the face of the wishing jar. She pressed down on the center of the jar, where a venomous female face was, unleashing the power of devour unreservedly. "Boom—" The mountainside collapsed, shockwaves spread. Simultaneously, a voice tinged with pain echoed throughout the mountain range. "Run!" What an unpleasantly gloomy day it is. While unloading the heavy wooden crates from the carriage with his companions, Lamonta used the towel around his neck to wipe the unstoppable sweat. For some reason, even though he was only thirty, after just half an hour of labor, he felt dizzy. "Cough, cough..." Suddenly, he felt a pain in his lungs, instinctively pressing a fist to his lips, coughing hard a few times. A slick, clammy sensation burst from his mouth. Lamonta looked down instinctively, noticing a mass of writhing black mud suddenly appearing on the ground before him. A sense of absurdity and fear promptly overwhelmed Lamonta. Looking up, as if for help, he found that his companions and passersby, who had been working moments earlier, had collapsed to the ground, their life essence rapidly draining away. Black mud was pouring out of their noses and mouths, dripping onto the ground. Moreover, the mud seemed alive. Sensing identical auras, it gathered together, like a river, flowing in all directions. "Ah!!!!" Horrifying screams echoed above the streets. At that moment, similar scenes unfolded in every corner of Orne City. The sudden catastrophe swiftly swept through the whole city. At the instant the dark light burst, various churches on the outskirts of the mountain took immediate action. Amid the fluctuations of various extraordinary powers, a multi-colored barrier gradually coalesced like a protective shield. They didn't head into the mountain immediately but instead employed various methods and sealing items to lock down the entire Solon Mountain Range. "Stay alert!" the bishop of the Silence Church shouted, "You are about to face a level-0 seal item regaining its full power!" "Everything is going according to His Majesty's plan. All we have to do is wait for the Third Princess to weaken most of the seal item's evil traits, and its danger level will decrease significantly." Within the Silence Church, a clergy member suddenly whispered, "Are we sure it's right to do this?" Watching the gradually sealing large barrier, not only him but many others found a shred of doubt rising within. Ignoring the citizens' safety in Orne City and focusing so much on a sealing item seemed to contradict their usual beliefs. Upon hearing this, an extraordinary member from the Natural Order Church nearby coldly replied, "Great accomplishments don't concern trifles, the value of a level-0 seal item outweighs the lives of citizens." "No wonder your church faces public backlash in Orne City." The Silence Church's transcended individual shook his head. "You!" The Natural Order Church's transcended member was taken aback, his expression seething with anger. "Excuse me." At this moment, a voice suddenly interrupted, "Can you put off arguing until after this is over?" The voice was so unexpected. All the extraordinary present turned their attention. What came into view was a handsome young man with black hair and blue eyes. Yet, for some reason, his features seemed twisted, as if suppressing some emotions, his physical state a bit abnormal. "It's you?!" Recognizing him immediately, the Natural Order Church's transcended member looked at him warily, "What are you doing here?! Entry is prohibited!" This guy was the culprit behind the fragmenting of their church, the reason Bishop Morzel was executed! Seeing the look from the Natural Order Church's member, the black-haired youth seemed to recall something he had not done yet. Then, he did something unexpected by all. Before everyone's eyes, the youth extended his index finger and began counting the transcended members of the Natural Order Church, one by one. "One, two, three, four." "What are you doing?" At this moment, the leading transcended member of the Natural Order Church coldly stepped forward to inquire. Yet the youth ignored him, continuing his count. The atmosphere turned eerie. Uncertain of what was happening, everyone remained utterly on guard, observing his bizarre behavior. "Ninety-eight, ninety-nine, one hundred." After a thorough count, the youth slowly stopped, a perplexing smile surfacing on his face. Then he spoke. "To be honest," arms wide as if offering a hug, "including Bishop Morzel, your Natural Order Church has been like a gift in the wake of a headache." "How could I not love you?" "But for now, I have more important matters to attend to, so kindly step aside." "What kind of madness is this? Lin..." The Natural Order Church's transcended member was about to speak but got interrupted by a sudden voice echoing in the mountain range. "Run!" The voice, mixed with chaos, seemed to be enduring tremendous pain at the moment. It was the voice of the Third Princess, Evester. In a split second, a fierce killing intent swept across the area, plunging everyone into an icy abyss, as if about to be slain. Instinctively, they looked towards the source of this violent emotion. "Get out of my way." Unexpectedly, the youth's expression twisted into one of ferocity and rage, as if struggling to contain an evil power, "You're blocking my path."