Chapter 243: Master, Woof Woof - Stop Hypnotizing Me, Villainous Princess!

Chapter 244: Master, Woof Woof Lynn's slow, deliberate words caused the goddess Tia, whose eyes were tightly shut, to flinch slightly. Escape, late night, hypnosis, bed. With a cascade of these suggestive keywords flooding her mind, memories that felt as fresh as if they happened yesterday—despite the ten thousand years in between—surfaced once more. As she recalled the lingering warmth in her palm from that night, the goddess Tia's face turned beet-red instantly, resembling a boiled crab. Even though she could nonchalantly recount the tale to Miss Witch and Ives in a lighthearted manner, it didn't mean that Tia was experienced. Compared to the passionate and uninhibited Ives, Tia's nature was far more reserved and introverted. Now, with the other involved party standing right in front of her—the person she had yearned for over ten millennia—how could she not feel embarrassed? Despite being over ten thousand years old and having matured considerably in her demeanor, she was still the same blush-prone, bashful girl she once was in front of the one she loved. But given the dangerous situation, even though her heart was in turmoil and she was dying to embrace Lynn tightly, she knew that unless Beatrice was killed here, their future happiness could not be secured. Thus, even as embarrassment reached its peak, the luminous halo behind the goddess Tia's head remained unaffected. Moreover, she understood the underlying meaning behind Lynn’s earlier words. The spiritual thought form of the Apocalyptic Witch could disappear at any moment, yet Beatrice, in her desperation, had unleashed unprecedented combat power, tilting the balance in her favor. A small external force was needed to break it. Initially, goddess Tia planned to reverse the battle by severely wounding Beatrice through the immolation of her own soul. The only outcome of such an action would be her immediate death, vanishing from the time stream of the next ten thousand years. It was something she was reluctant to do, yet if it was a sacrifice for Lynn, she was willing to make it. Thankfully, Lynn’s sudden awakening had altered the course of events. However, the method he suggested was far too embarrassing. Despite the thrill of forbidden desires she felt each time she recalled her bold actions from that night over the past ten thousand years—and sometimes yielding to desires by reliving those memories for amusement—she was not as uninhibited as Ives. She couldn't be so open about it. "Hurry, there’s no time." As her thoughts tangled, Lynn spoke again. Goddess Tia’s blush deepened, and she lowered her head slowly, "You say that, but..." Since she had to maintain a connection with the god-corrupted Beatrice, she couldn't open her eyes to see. But before she finished speaking, she was taken by surprise. A wave of masculine presence enveloped her abruptly, and goddess Tia found herself held in a warm embrace. Ah! In that instant, Tia instinctively clamped her legs together as an unprecedented wave of happiness surged through her body. Upon realizing what was happening, a potent mixture of embarrassment and panic overwhelmed her. "Lynn?! What-what are you doing?!" "If you can’t recall the memories from that night, we’ll just have to recreate them here." His breath was hot, and his voice oozed with liberating desire. The next moment, hearing the sound of fabric tearing, goddess Tia felt like a beast of lust had pounced on her, turning every inch of her skin a rosy hue from the rising body temperature. Deep down, she was still that conservative and quiet saintess. Sensing the boy's actions were genuine, she panicked slightly, placing a hand on his chest: "I-I get it! I understand!" His actions halted immediately, returning to an initial stillness as if nothing had transpired. Realizing his true intention, goddess Tia sighed in relief while her cheeks continued to burn slightly. Such a bad fellow. However, thanks to Lynn's antics, the embarrassment from recalling that memory had considerably diminished. After all, the people of Saint Roland were known for their propensity for compromise and balance. In the next instant, goddess Tia straightened, clasped her hands against her chest. Simultaneously, her memory flashed back to that night ten thousand years ago. At that very moment, Beatrice, intricately connected with Tia, seemed to realize something, causing her massive celestial form grappling with the blood-red blade above to halt. Then, a scream of unprecedented fury erupted! "Well done." Lynn gently patted goddess Tia’s head, then leaped towards the white-haired woman in the sky. "Next time, let's do that when it's only you and me..." A shy murmur floated from behind. The blood-red blade, constructed with the forces of annihilation and the unrivaled powers of the Apocalyptic Witch, was wedged into the immense form of mythic Beatrice. On the surface, it appeared they were locked in a fierce standstill, but only Beatrice knew the frightening pressure she was under. That power seemed capable of erasing her existence and authority, growing weaker with each passing second. It was a terrifying force Beatrice had never encountered in her millennia-long divine life. Especially when the opposing force was just in a spiritual thought form, its peak power could be hundreds of times stronger. That realization filled Beatrice's heart with dread. Why had she provoked such a fearsome being? While controlling her mythic form to constantly heal, tendrils like blood vessels extended towards the blood-red blade, aiming to corrupt and assimilate the terrifying energy. It was the only option available to her. Even as she struggled to avoid being cleaved in two, she pushed her limits. Beatrice knew that at this rate, she would likely be killed by the white-haired woman ahead. Despite all the preparations for her resurrection and descending into such a grotesque state... Why?! It must be Lynn's fault! He needed to be eliminated!!! Just as that thought arose, a jolt like electricity struck her mind. Dazed, Beatrice mentally stumbled upon memories that didn't belong. Memories of kneeling beside a bed, her hands moving up and down some long object. The entire process unfolded in first-person view. So real, so detailed. As if she, the debased woman serving a man, was herself. Though she had fallen into a corrupt and vile god, some habits and traits ingrained over thousands of years were not so easily undone. Therefore, Beatrice exploded with rage. Especially upon recognizing the young man she was serving in those memories, whom she utterly despised. Damn it!!! Lynn Bartleion!!! Why is it always you!!! Always disrupting my plans during crucial moments, ruining everything!!! Anger clouded Beatrice's mind, causing an instantaneous fluctuation in her previously unwavering godly power. Insignificant yet real. And it was this minuscule fluctuation that tipped the prolonged standoff. "Schl—" The sound of the blood-red blade slicing through flesh echoed throughout the Divine Moon Chasm. Damn!!! In an instant, Beatrice felt utter despair. Yet sometimes, in the twisting course of events, unexpected situations arise. As Beatrice thought her end was imminent, the blood-red blade about to cleave her celestial mass stopped again. This time, it wasn’t due to her resistance. Beatrice stared blankly at the skeletal hand extending from the sanguine gate and the blood-red blade rising from its palm, sensing something. The next moment, she erupted in delirious laughter! "Hahaha!!! What utter absurdity!!!" "Lynn Bartleion! Seems even the world’s will doesn’t want you leaving here alive!!!" As a deity, although her power lagged behind Miss Witch, Beatrice had immense vision and experience. Thus, she immediately grasped the situation before her. Chapter 244: Master, Woof Woof As the skeletal hand crumbled piece by piece, and the blood-red blade flickered uncertainly, the vertical pupil of the planetary mass locked onto the white-haired woman suspended high above. As the initiator of this assault, she was now pale, with dark magical runes extending like vines all over her body, clearly at the brink of exhaustion. No matter the circumstances, the body Ives provided was only that of a sixth-tier demigod. In addition, the weakening imposed by the Pantheon and the River of Time was formidable. Even though Miss Witch attempted to restore her former might, it was simply beyond her reach. Regardless, Beatrice was undeniably a deity. Thinking she could kill a god with such a body in a single strike was indeed fantastical. Managing to leave Beatrice barely alive was a testament to the power of the Apocalyptic Witch. Yet the adversary still lived. And Miss Witch's time here was running out. After her departure, there would be the grievously injured Ives, the unconscious saint Tia, and Lynn, now a second-tier demon. Winning seemed impossible from every angle. "This ends here!!!" Beatrice's consciousness roared, "Lynn Bartleion! In the end, I am the one who wins!!!" "As a final word, that claim sounds quite ridiculous." The youth's undeniably calm voice reverberated within the Divine Moon Chasm. Useless! I should've known better than to trust you! Feeling the rapidly fading formidable power within her and the weakening consciousness of the Apocalyptic Witch, Ives, having relinquished control of her body, seethed internally. Victory was within reach, and she was so close to returning to her sweet, blissful life in the prepared underground sanctuary with her beloved little pet, yet it all fell apart. Only another half an inch of the blood-red blade was needed to cleave Beatrice's divine core and resolve the crisis. But that final half-inch seemed insurmountable. All because of that incompetent woman from ten millennia hence. In a fleeting moment, she foolishly chose to place some faith in that one's strength. And here we are—defeat. What Apocalyptic Witch, what god hunt? Couldn't even protect her disciple. She will always fail, from start to finish! And will die as a shadow in solitude within that prison! Detecting Ives' anger, Miss Witch bit her lip, drawing blood, pain radiating from her core as consciousness blurred. She was so close. Almost there. She couldn't even bring herself to refute Ives' cutting words, maintaining her sword-striking posture, trying to prevent the collapse of the skeletal hand and the blood-red blade. She'd felt this despair and powerlessness countless times across the past ten millennia. Such feelings of despair and impotence, she really didn't wish to relive. Behind her was the beloved disciple she needed to save—no matter what, he must survive. Despite consuming enormous energy during battle—the goddess-destroying blow was her handiwork—did the chasm of ten millennia prove so impossible to bridge? At the final hurdle, even the will of the world had played a cruel joke on her. Perhaps one more second—or even a tenth of a second—and the planetary mass would be utterly obliterated. But now, that tenth of a second was insurmountable, like an unpassable chasm. Miss Witch slowly closed her eyes, unable to suppress the surging sadness. As her power was about to dissipate, only the jarring screeches of the planetary mass pierced her ears. No. There seemed to be something more than those noises. In a flash, she incredulously opened her eyes, feeling hugged from behind. It was the distinct warmth of his embrace, not vastly wide, yet steadfast and reliable. The young man covered her bloody hands with his, helping to steady the sword form. "Such an unworthy, shameless pseudo-god attempting to seize a disciple's body—how can such lowly existence stand on equal footing to a great being like you?" With comforting certainty, his words reached her heart. Miss Witch took a deep breath. Gazing at the disintegrating blood-red blade, Lynn held her from behind, squinting slightly. He couldn’t provide Ives and Miss Witch with the power support they needed at this moment. Therefore, he decided to lend support through some metaphysical idealism. Thinking thus, he leaned in close to the white-haired woman's ear, exhaling warmly as he whispered words he had never said to them before. "Master, woof woof." Time seemed to freeze at that moment. In the next second, the unprecedented sanguine blade erupted into brilliant flames, enlarging exponentially within a fraction of a moment, like a bloodthirsty frenzy skyrocketing upward. "Boom—" With a lightning-fast slash sufficient to cleave the earth, the blazing red light flashed across the sky and disappeared. Everything in its path was inevitably brought to an end. Everything has finally concluded. (End of Chapter)