Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!-Chapter 379 - 231 Please, Save Him_2

Chapter 379: Chapter 231 Please, Save Him_2

Lynn replied with composure, yet his body tensed in secret, ready to react to any sudden move from Her.

He was well aware that Beatrice had unlocked her restraint, allowing the severed Divinity to return to her body and subtly gaining the upper hand.

As She embraced Divinity further, it also meant that She was a step closer to her supreme Authority.

“If you were not a wise man, how could you have let only the vessel I selected go, and decided to stay by yourself?” Beatrice’s pleasant voice came from the Bright Moon Consciousness. “Because you are well aware, that simple evasion is useless. Even if you can avoid it for a moment, all it takes is for me to slightly recover, and everything will become futile.”

“Furthermore…”

“Furthermore, you left a curse named ‘Blessing’ within her body, and if the problem is not resolved at the root, the same tragedy will soon strike again.”

Without waiting for the other party to finish, Lynn took over and said lightly.

This was why he did not choose to leave the Divine Moon Gap with Tiya but instead chose to stay behind alone.

After all, he had long promised her to let her live in peace and dignity as “Tiya Yohusti.”

Despite the unimaginable gap between them, at this moment, with the boost from his core traits, Lynn felt that he had the strength to fight.

If he didn’t dare to take the risk now, even the last chance would completely vanish.

Hearing Lynn’s words, Bright Moon Consciousness fell silent for a moment, then said softly, “But in my memory, the smarter a person is, the more likely they are to make decisions that are in their own best interest.”

With that said, the pale light slowly expanded and elongated.

Under Lynn’s gaze, it gradually condensed into a graceful and slender figure, with flowing long hair, bare feet touching the ground, and a pale moonlit halo floating behind her head, like a miracle, majestic yet full of life.

“Clearly, for you, looking away would have been the optimal solution.” Beatrice revealed her true form, her beauty so extreme it seemed it could freeze souls in place, her voice ethereal and otherworldly, “Why then, have you chosen such an inevitably fatal path?”

Lynn bit his tongue hard, trying to wake himself from the inadvertent Charm she exuded.

After understanding Beatrice’s question, he paused for a few seconds.

“Perhaps it’s because we share a similar taste,” Lynn said after a moment of silence, twisting his neck to produce a crisp sound of cracking joints, “I must say, the vessel you’ve chosen fits my taste in women. Since our first meeting, I’ve secretly decided to use all means to take her for myself.”

These words, coupled with Lynn’s demonized face, seemed extremely arrogant and domineering.

However, Beatrice coldly said, “Do you question the ability of a Divine being to discern lies?”

She saw through the lie the man in front of her was telling.

In other words, he was not like those ugly men driven by desire that she knew of, not after Tiya’s body.

This stirred a touch of humanity within the Bright Moon Goddess, sparking a desire to know the answer.

“As expected of Goddess, your intuition is indeed sharp.”

Far from being embarrassed after his lie was exposed, Lynn instead bared his pearly white teeth and flashed a radiant smile at her.

“As for the reason, it’s actually quite simple…”

Before he finished speaking, the core trait that had quieted down came sweeping in like a tide once again.

“You made her cry.” The next second, Lynn’s figure surged, his foot shattering the earth as he charged towards the high sky where the Bright Moon Goddess was, “Is this reason… good enough?”

Wrapped in the black mire, his powerful muscles instantly expanded several times over.

With one punch, even the space itself seemed to distort and collapse!

However, Beatrice did not panic, and she had no reaction to Lynn’s moth-to-a-flame action.

Upon hearing his ambiguous response, the Bright Moon Goddess’s face suddenly grew slightly paler.

Clearly, His approval was not won over by this answer.

Not only that, it even caused a slight irritation deep within Her heart.

Just for such an absurd reason, was he willing to sacrifice his own life at any moment?!

What a joke?!

The demon’s powerful punch tore through space, aiming straight into Beatrice’s body.

Yet, this blow, filled with extreme violence, seemed as if it hit the surface of a lake, causing only wisps of pale moonlit ripples, and did not harm Beatrice in the slightest.

In the instant before Lynn could react, the Bright Moon Goddess’s figure flashed, silently appearing behind him.

Although she did not know the reason, this boy seemed extremely irksome to the extreme.

He’s just a damned man, spouting nonsensical words from his mouth, perhaps thinking he looks quite dashing, but in Her eyes, he’s utterly laughable.

Tonight, far too many minor episodes have unfolded, vastly exceeding Beatrice’s expectations.

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At this moment, She has utilized a portion of Her incarnate power, harboring within it grave hidden dangers; should it be overexerted, it might very well lead to an intensification of Demon contamination.

And all of this is ultimately because of the youth before Her.

She decided to no longer beat around the bush with him.

Watching the youth’s retreating figure, Beatrice’s expression was icy as She slowly raised Her glowing arm and gently pressed it against his back.

“Die.”

Her voice was so nonchalant.

As if the youth before Her, possessed by the Demon Power, was no more than a mere ant She could crush at any time.

The next second, a circular hole pierced through his chest, suddenly appeared on Lynn’s torso.

The youth’s expression froze on his face, coughing up blood mouthful after mouthful, like a broken toy, rapidly falling from the sky.

…

At the same time, within the Pantheon.

Recalling the faint heartbeat heard just before, Miss Witch slightly furrowed her brow.

She cast her gaze upon the tranquil girl sleeping within the cocoon of light and then sensed something unusual.

No, it wasn’t an illusion.

At this very moment, the sound of a heartbeat echoed faintly in her ears again.

Although it was incredibly weak, it seemed to be filled with endless vitality, striving to awaken this fragile body from its long slumber of tens of thousands of years.

This was undoubtedly a defiance of preordained destiny.

What in the world… happened?

Thinking back on the white cocoon that had been with her for tens of thousands of years, Miss Witch fell into a state of confusion.

The figure of a Believer unconsciously emerged in her mind.

Clearly, the changes occurring within the Pantheon were probably related to him.

Miss Witch was unsure whether the transformations happening to this vessel were good or bad for her, nor did she know if she should prevent the other’s revival.

When she awakens again, will the consciousness contained within the shell belong to Beatrice or Tiya?

She had no way of knowing.

However, at the same time, strands of blood-red energy faintly emerged in the palm of her hand, seemingly ready to strike and strangle the other at any moment.

But the next second, something unexpected occurred.

Under Miss Witch’s cold gaze, the girl within the moon-white cocoon suddenly began to “grow.”

Her once meager chest slowly swelled into an enticing shape, her slender legs became plump and elongated, and her brown, slightly curled hair cascaded down her waist like a waterfall.

Even more surprising was that her face, which had retained a hint of youthfulness, matured over time, gradually settling into a mature and gentle visage.

The being named Tiya Yohusti, sleeping within the cocoon for tens of thousands of years, seemed as if the halted time had resumed its flow. Time left its mark on her, turning a once dainty girl into a true woman.

A woman of breathtaking beauty.

Her allure seemed to reach the very essence, touching the soul, so much so that even in Hillena’s presence, she was not overshadowed.

However, these were not the focus of Miss Witch’s attention.

At this moment, two streams of tears slowly trickled from the corners of the woman’s tightly closed eyes.

A profound and unprecedented sorrow emerged within her previously serene and composed expression, resonating with others’ emotions.

“Please… save him.”

In a trance, the Doomsday Witch thought she heard a cry of lamentation.