Chapter 241: The Ender of the Chaos - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 242: The End of the Battlefield "You are doomed." From the faint smile hanging at the corner of the young man's lips, Beatrice discerned this underlying message. While feeling disdain, an absurd thought emerged within her. Am I doomed? By you, who resembles a dead dog with your body pierced through by me? It seemed insufficient to alleviate the anger and resentment Lin En had caused Beatrice tonight. She gripped his throat, pulled her arm out from his chest, and then pierced his abdomen again with her claws. Blood splattered several meters. This act made the young man's body tremble. At this moment, Lin En looked weak, devoid of the crazed bravado he showed earlier, making it seem as though everything that happened was merely a deep illusion caused by Beatrice's corruption. But she knew well that it was no illusion. Even though she consistently described him as a lowly ant, the current dire situation of her failed possession and fall into a malevolent deity was orchestrated by him. Despite giving it her all, in the end, she couldn't escape the worst fate. This alone was enough to place the seemingly feeble man on an equal footing with her. But now with you being this fragile, who are you pretending for?! In Beatrice's imagination, after capturing this accursed being, she must make him taste all the pain and despair of the world, forcing him to show the despicable plea typical of a beaten dog, before granting him the right to die. Before that, the young man's unyielding determination and resolute will would serve as the most delightful spice in the entire process. But right now, it was as if he had skipped this stage altogether. Instead of satisfaction from revenge, there arose a vague unease within Beatrice. Lin En Bartlett, just what are you thinking? She tightened her grip on the young man's throat, raising her hand once more. Due to Beatrice's full-force attack, compounded with Lin En's use of Time's Veil, everything transpired within mere seconds, surpassing anyone's expectations. Simultaneously, the boy, still clutched by the throat, finally responded. As if enduring unprecedented pain, he groaned weakly, "It hurts." His voice was soft, yet reverberated crystal clear within the divine moon's rift. "Your Highness... Miss Witch... and Tia..." "I feel so much pain." He coughed lightly, his voice trembling as if a dying man calling out to his beloved. "You..." Beatrice was just about to offer a cold retort. But in the next instant, three immense, overwhelming murderous intents descended like a natural disaster, freezing her consciousness in place. This wasn't mere hyperbole or exaggeration; it was a terrifying aura condensed from pure rage and hatred. Though shapeless and non-material, and devoid of any transcendent power, it plunged the entire divine moon rift's temperature to freezing point. It was only due to Beatrice's high rank. Had it been any lower-ranked being facing such a terrifying scene, they likely would have perished on the spot, with even their soul and consciousness obliterated. The moment she was locked by such dreadful killing intent, an absurd thought floated in her mind. The shiver originating from her soul was no illusion, yet the aura exhibited by the three women before her didn't reach a divine rank. As Beatrice stood stunned and filled with questions from the shock of the intense killing intent, she caught a glimpse of the woman with long white hair soaring in the sky. It was the "Miss Witch" entity who acted first. With a stare blank and uncomprehending, Beatrice watched her instantly appear before her, then in a fraction of a millisecond, too fast to react, her limbs were torn asunder. Her crimson eyes, like a nightmare and a curse, engraved themselves deeply in Beatrice's soul. Beatrice instinctively recalled when she was tricked by ancient demons, leading to her corruption by the evil god. At that time, she showed boundless hatred to those damned demons, believing the world would not present any existence with emotions more extreme than hers. But now, she realized how epically wrong she had been. Could a person's hate indeed be so profound that even beings like her would feel fear? "Lin En!!!" Meanwhile, the goddess Tia and Ivith vanished from their positions simultaneously. To be honest. When Ivith saw her beloved pup's chest being pierced through, the jealousy and twisted emotions that had been suffocating her vanished instantly. Upon hearing Lin En's painful, trembling groans, her heart nearly broke. Not only her, even the goddess Tia showed apparent panic and agitation. In ordinary circumstances, such a sight would never have been witnessed. Perhaps only in this world could the existence named "Lin En" enthrall them to such an extent. It was precisely what Lin En had initially speculated. Only when confronted with an enemy they deeply hated, and facing unprecedented mortal threat, would they momentarily set aside their grievances. While it couldn't be called unity, one thing could be confirmed. As punishment for harming their beloved, they intended to rip this presumptuous, lowly woman to shreds from top to bottom. Sensing the subtle shift in atmosphere, Beatrice, unaware of the cause, instinctively retreated backward. Having her limbs shattered was frightening, yet for a fallen deity like her, a mere thought could restore them instantly. But moments later, she sensed something amiss. Her limbs, supposed to regenerate with a mere thought, didn’t respond, as if detached from her control, no longer effortlessly manipulated like before. It felt as if the very concept of her "limbs" had been completely erased by the opponent. What kind of power is this?! Beatrice realized instantly the terrifying nature of the white-haired woman before her. However, she was not given a respite, as the other appeared before her again like a shadow. Those crimson eyes remained impassively locked onto her, the desire to kill her so intensely palpable it could be read easily. "Wait—" A premonition of doom arose within Beatrice, she tried to speak, yet the five fingers enveloped in crimson light aimed swiftly for her face. A potent warning surfaced in her mind. What if this "Witch" intended to annihilate the remaining "Beatrice" consciousness within her? At this moment, she realized just how fearsome an existence she was facing. The only consolation was that her true form wasn't here, her power weakened by the temporal currents to less than one ten-thousandth of her peak. Thus, she still had the luxury of contemplating strategies. Even so, the black-clad witch was a formidable existence requiring her utmost effort to overcome. A fierce gleam crossed Beatrice’s eyes, and her body, corrupted by the evil god, began to distort, cracking like shattered porcelain, from which strands of sinister black light emanated. Reluctant initially to reveal this form, it conflicted greatly with her aesthetics before her downfall. Ironically enough. Once the goddess wielding the power of "Beauty," now fallen, she displayed such grotesque visage. Since she had been seen, she would let none escape. The moment the witch’s hand pierced through Beatrice’s face, a storm of dark malevolent light mixed with space-time turbulence and corruption stormed outward. Witnessing this, the witch, hindered by the time-space river preventing her from unleashing her full might, vanished from the sudden storm's epicenter. Reappearing near the goddess Tia. Looking at Ivith holding Lin En tenderly, the end-witch felt discontent but refrained from acting due to the current situation. "Take him and leave." She issued a command in a cold voice. Yet, goddess Tia, while wiping tears away, looked hatefully at the transformed Beatrice in the sky, "She sealed the surrounding space, only an existence of her or greater rank can violently break it." In other words, those present, none at the divine level yet, were unable to accomplish that. Chapter 242: The End of the Battlefield - Continued "Useless." Holding the barely conscious Lin En in her arms, Ivith’s eyes were icy, leaving no room for disguise. "And you as well. If it were me, I wouldn't have let her survive." "Even though you've lived for a hundred thousand years longer than I have, you're still so inept. If I were you, I'd be ashamed to the point of suicide." The Witch cast a sidelong glance, "Are you looking to start a war?" "I—" "Cough, cough…" Before Ivith could retort, Lin En coughed softly in her arms. Ivith quickly lowered her head, panic flashing in her eyes. She gently caressed Lin En's forehead as if soothing a baby, "Ah, it's okay, be good." His condition was truly critical; they needed to leave and get treatment immediately. Witnessing this, the Witch too felt her heart twinge with panic, her gaze unwavering on the boy in Ivith's arms, her fists clenching instinctively. But, the malevolent deity Beatrice, standing before them, wasn't an opponent easily dispensed with. If it were ten thousand years later, the Witch would only need a single look to obliterate her completely. However, the one present was but a mental projection, weakened by the currents of time and space, with her true self imprisoned within the Pantheon ten thousand years henceforth. Above, Beatrice, having completely lost her human form, displayed her mythical form. By the usual script, the true form of the Moon Goddess should resemble the cold, silver-glowing full moon described in scriptures. Yet what appeared before everyone now was an abominable creature, embodying infinite malice and filthiness. It was a massive, planetary-sized mass of flesh, its dark surface writhing with twisted, hair-like tendrils. At its center, a slit slowly opened, revealing an enormous vertical eye that turned a few times before locking its terrifying gaze on Ivith and her group. The sound emitted by the planetary mass of flesh was enough to cause one’s skin to crawl, as if its ability to articulate had vanished. Yet, the extreme malevolent intent brewing within that vertical eye clearly reflected Beatrice’s obsessive resolve in her mythical form. She was set on destroying everything before her. The Witch instinctively stepped forward, standing protectively in front of Lin En. Ivith held the ailing pup tighter, whispering reassurances while racing through possible solutions in her mind. She acknowledged she'd do anything to save her beloved pup. At that critical moment, the voice of Goddess Tia echoed among them. "Ladies," she sounded unusually composed, "I have a plan. It might solve our current predicament, and if we're lucky, we could even return the pain Beatrice inflicted on Lin En." "Speak!" Ivith and the Witch commanded in unison, their frowns betraying annoyance at their synchronicity. Goddess Tia looked at the End-Witch and spoke softly, "Witch, you must know that activating the mythical form requires great energy. No deity would use such a final measure unless cornered." "Though her power will peak briefly, her divinity and sanity are sacrificed, turning her into a mindless beast bent on destruction." "The crux is, a mythical form is only adopted as a last resort, force exchanged for the loss of all retreat—meaning the only time a deity can truly be killed is when they employ their mythical form." Despite the dreadful corruption and torment over the years, Beatrice hadn’t died. This was due to the immortality trait of deities. "Get to the point," Ivith interrupted coldly. Tia took a deep breath, "Because my divine power and Beatrice's are of the same origin, when she launches her attack, I can use my power to interfere." "She may experience a brief cognitive pause." Understanding dawned on Ivith, her crimson eyes flickered. Goddess Tia nodded, revealing the plan's key element. "You need to seize those few seconds where Beatrice is exposed in her mythical form to deliver a fatal blow." "This is the entirety of the plan." The End-Witch frowned slightly, "But I currently lack such power unless…" "Unless the Pantheon's seal, the constraints of time and space, and the limitation of your mental projection—even a single one of these lifted would unleash greater power," Goddess Tia continued, "Let's set aside the first two." "If you had a suitable physical vessel right now, could it overcome the third limitation?" The End-Witch nodded. But given the dire situation, where would they find such a vessel capable of housing her will? Moreover, this vessel needed sufficient strength and compatibility with her annihilative force to achieve the desired effect. Yet, this time she was wrong. Perhaps influenced by a certain thought paradigm, the End-Witch overlooked an existence she should never ignore. Goddess Tia pursed her lips, glancing at Ivith beside her, "I believe nothing could be more suitable than using the vessel of your self from a hundred thousand years ago." Awakening from a dream, the End-Witch looked down at Ivith holding Lin En. This woman, who loathed her the most, someone she couldn’t imagine permitting her to use her body under any circumstance. Yet now, shelved by the safety of her beloved, Ivith suppressed every negative emotion. Without hesitation, Ivith extended a hand to her future self. "Let’s be clear, this doesn't mean reconciliation; it's a reluctant alliance," her tone bore slight impatience, "So, why are you hesitating?" Meanwhile, unnoticed by all in this tense moment, the young man in Ivith's arms allowed a faint, subtle smile to emerge at the corner of his mouth. (PS: It’s month-end, seeking monthly votes!) (End of chapter)