Chapter 232: The First Encounter Between the Wife and Mistress - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 233: The First Encounter Between the Wife and the Mistress Is this... the authority of a god? When his chest was pierced, Lynn felt his mind go completely blank. After about two or three seconds, the agonizing pain finally surged through him. In that instant, he lost control of the demonic power within his body, and like a broken toy, he plummeted rapidly from the sky. During the entire process, he couldn't even perceive the opponent's movements, nor did he know when they had struck. It was as if the opponent merely had a fleeting thought of "kill him," and the next second, that thought was realized. He thought that with the core traits of the level 0 sealed item and the support of demonic power, even if he couldn't defeat the incomplete Moon Goddess, at least he wouldn't be swiftly defeated, perhaps even causing trouble for Her. But now it seemed he had been overly optimistic. In the face of true, overwhelming divine power, an ant is still an ant, with no distinction in size. The sensation of weightlessness swept through his entire being, causing Lynn's body to curl into a ball, hurtling rapidly toward the ground. Suspended in the sky, Beatrice was enveloped in a hazy moonlight, with a halo symbol behind her that made Her appear lofty and indifferent. Compared to Her earlier extreme emotional state of a human-like personality, now She exuded more divinity, making Her demeanor increasingly calm. "Still alive?" High above, noticing the undimmed light in the young man's eyes, She raised an eyebrow slightly. Although most of Her power couldn't be used at the moment, the previous strike was made in anger, with very little held back. Even a seventh-tier saint would likely struggle to survive that blow. Nonetheless, in Beatrice's eyes, he was no different from an ant. The only distinction being that he would require another step to be completely crushed. With this in mind, the fragmented consciousness of the Moon Goddess slowly raised Her right hand, extending a slender, pale finger. Even though a human's fatal vulnerability is their heart, at this moment, he seemed to have transcended human boundaries. If that's the case, then crushing his head would suffice. The next second, the moonlight surged, transforming into a scorching beam that shot out from Her fingertip, slicing through the air towards Lynn's head. "Whoosh—!!!" Accompanied by a spray of blood, the young man's head tilted back and crashed into the divine battle's ruins, kicking up a large cloud of dust and smoke. Seeing this, Beatrice no longer paid attention, turning away with a cold expression. For this inexplicable ant, She had been delayed for too long, even resorting to using a sliver of Her true power, leading to the faint whispers of evil gods and demons in Her ears. It wouldn't take long before this pure lunar consciousness would also be polluted. Yet, at the moment, She had no time to deal with this part of the pollution but had to first find the container and take possession of it. Doing so would leave dangers, bringing pollution into the container's body, and subsequently, who knows how long it would take to purge it, potentially delaying the planned course. In these tumultuous and changing times, if She couldn't quickly return to the divine throne, even She could easily fall behind. Watching the dissipating teleportation light screen, Beatrice gently raised Her hand. The entire divine moon rift was under Her control, making it effortless to reconstruct the teleportation channel. With the wave-like power spreading, a silver-white teleportation screen surfaced like a water mirror. In half a second, She could cross the screen and stand before Her chosen vessel, erasing that wretched "error" from the world. In the end, it was just the powerless struggle of two insignificant ants. Suppressing the irritation induced by the evil god's pollution from Her true form, Beatrice once again harnessed Her power. However, the next second, a sudden upheaval! "Boom—" Amidst the earth's tremor, a shadowy demon shot skyward once more. Beatrice's brows furrowed slightly, Her figure flickering to evade the offensive. "You..." Facing the demon, who hovered with incomplete demon wings and exchanged gazes with Her, She fell into silence. At this moment, the gaping hole in the young man's chest had been filled with a viscous, writhing dark mire, and the right side of his face, pierced by the moonbeam, was slowly being restored to a gruesome state by the demonic power. Could the power of the creation demon be this formidable? Even after receiving a lethal blow from a deity, he could recover so swiftly? If anyone else were here, they might have been terrified by the seemingly invincible Lynn and lost all will to fight. But in Beatrice’s eyes, She could instantly see through his current condition. "If your intention is to die, you don't need to be a nuisance before me," Beatrice stated coldly. "Even if you can now use the black mire to fill missing parts, that merely amounts to sacrificing your flesh and blood to the demon." "When your original body is completely consumed in battle, and the process of demonification reaches one hundred percent... will you still be you?" Yet Lynn was not swayed by Her words, his gaze filled with ferocity. "Throughout a person's life, countless cellular renewals occur, making the newborn and the one on their deathbed two entirely different people. Therefore, more important than the body are the soul and personality," Lynn said, wiping the blood from his mouth, a mocking grin forming. "The theory of the Ship of Theseus was something I came to terms with before I turned ten. There's no need for you to use such trivial tactics to waver my will." "Moreover, considering your usual strike-first-and-ask-later character, am I to presume that your current state isn't as ideal as it appears, hence your subconscious decision to bluff?" Hearing this, the divine-side of Beatrice's lips curled into a slight sneer: "You're free to try." "As if I need your permission!!!" In the next moment, the writhing black mire on Lynn's body surged like blazing flames, transforming instantly into countless slimy tentacles that shot towards Beatrice like piercing arrows! At this stage, the black mire had covered sixty percent of him, granting access to more power, while the lingering imprint of the creation demon Eon Vellea started eroding his consciousness. The mental assault from a high-ranking demon was agony beyond ordinary endurance, yet Lynn remained unperturbed. At this point, what's left is the battle of mental fortitude alone. Thus, Lynn imposed a command on himself, using the Devourer's decree to inflict unparalleled psychological suggestion. I am always myself!!! High above, the black mire's tentacles lashed out in all directions, frenzied like a storm aiming to engulf and tear Beatrice apart. However, a brilliant wave burst forth instantaneously, a storm of radiant energy exploding toward Lynn, reverberating through the endless divine moon rift like divine wrath unleashed, making hearts quiver with dread. Filthy!!! Vile!!! As Beatrice gazed at the black mire tendrils disintegrated by her divine power, a slowly festering irritation once more surged within her heart. The pollution from Her true form spawned by the evil gods, the ignoble male, and the dirty, lively demonic power present—all were things Beatrice loathed with a passion, yet all were before Her. Even maintaining a divine state, the revolting feeling, akin to a rash, permeated Her being. "Boom—" As a beam of light shot skyward, Lynn staggered, narrowly dodging, blood spraying from his shoulder, his face growing increasingly pale. The next moment, the black mire seemed animated, instantly surging toward the parts of the young man still human, simultaneously transforming once more into parts of himself. At the same time, a single, swift black mire tendril finally brushed past Beatrice, leaving a minuscule wound and a dark, slick stain on Her waist. In an instant, the humanity within the Moon Goddess could bear no more, a twisted expression of rage erupting into a scream: "You damned insect, this goddess shall destroy you!!!" Her aversion to filth could not tolerate this desecration, causing Her to unleash full force. Half the sky was engulfed by the raging moonlight power, like a true moon had lost its gravity, descending with annihilating might to sear the blaspheming sinner to ashes! Confronting this apocalyptic sight, the young man showed not a flicker of fear. Instead, his relentless fury and madness intensified, as though they intended mutual ruin. "Woof woof!!!" In front of a massive stone wall, the little dog Lynn halted. It whined anxiously, dashing and leaping, striking the immovable wall with its tiny body. As if drawn to something crucial beyond the wall. Despite the spatial separation, the little dog was bound to its master, sensing their condition. Seeing the little dog’s state, a flash of concern glinted in Yveste’s eyes as she followed close behind. For some reason, Yveste's mind instinctively recalled the day in the Soren Mountains when the young man had stepped forward to shield her from the core trait's erosion. Thinking of this, even though their cold war wasn't over, she couldn't care about that now. Yveste placed her hand on the wall, and with a burst of fierce red light, the heavy barrier of the underground space disintegrated effortlessly under the force. Scooping up the little dog, she held it in her arms and frowned as she looked into the underground space. She had expected to encounter a host of church members blocking her way. Unexpectedly, the spacious underground area contained only a strangely shattered teleportation stone array. The nodes that once floated mid-air were now dim and scattered across the ground, as if violently destroyed. Where did the teleportation array lead to? This was something Yveste didn't know, nor did she particularly care about. What truly caught her attention was the brown-haired girl kneeling on the ground, looking lost and desolate. At that moment, she was covered in soot and grime, as if she had just endured a catastrophe. Her hollow eyes silently shed tears. However, Yveste recognized her. The Silent Saint, Tiya Yuchesty, and the very person who previously absconded with the little dog. Combining Lynn's earlier agitation with the rumors circulating in Glostein, influenced by a woman's intuition, she swiftly pieced together the whole story without much thought. Her fierce, semi-divine aura erupted instantly. Stepping over rubble, she approached the despairing Tiya, her crimson eyes flashing with anger and a murderous intent. "Tell me where he is now." Her cold voice echoed in the underground space as Yveste grasped Tiya's neck, lifting her completely off the ground.