Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!-Chapter 408 - 243 Master, Woof Woof_2

This is a terrifying power that has never been seen in the tens of thousands of years of divine existence.

Especially when the opponent has crossed time and space merely as a Spirit Thought Body, their peak strength might be a hundred times stronger than what it is now.

Thinking about this, a sense of panic spontaneously arose in Beatrice’s heart.

Why did she provoke such a formidable being?

It continuously healed the body in its mythological form, extending thread-like biological blood vessels towards the crimson giant blade, attempting to assimilate this terrifying energy through contamination.

This was the only thing it could do at the moment.

After all, it had already exhausted all its efforts just to prevent its body from being split in two.

If this continued, Beatrice was very clear that she would most likely be killed on the spot by the white-haired woman in front of her.

Despite having prepared so much for resurrection, despite having fallen into such a horrific and grotesque form...

Why?!

It was all Lynn’s fault!

He must be killed!!!

However, just as this thought emerged, a sensation like an electric shock fiercely pierced into her mind.

In a trance, Beatrice sensed something, and suddenly several segments of memories that didn’t belong to her surfaced in her mind.

It was the memory of her kneeling by the bed, moving her hand up and down on a certain rough and long object.

The entire process was presented from a first-person point of view.

Incredibly realistic, incredibly detailed.

As if... the debased woman serving a man right in front of her was herself.

Even having fallen into the ultimate filth as an Evil God, some habits and characteristics ingrained in her bones over tens of thousands of years couldn’t be easily reversed.

Therefore, Beatrice exploded in a moment.

Especially when she recognized that the person she was serving in the memory was the young man she hated to the extreme.

Damn it!!!

Lynn Bartleion!!!

Why is it always you!!!

Always you messing things up at critical moments, ruining my plans time and again!!!

Anger instantly clouded Beatrice’s mind, causing a momentary fluctuation in the fully exerted Evil God Power.

Extremely slight, but truly existing.

It was this momentary fluctuation of power that broke the long-standing stalemate.

"Hiss—"

The sound of the crimson giant blade slicing through flesh echoed throughout the Divine Moon Gap.

This is bad!!!

In an instant, Beatrice felt utterly despondent.

However, at times, the turning points in situations can lead to unexpected outcomes.

Just when Beatrice thought she was about to perish on the spot, the crimson giant blade about to cleave through the planetary flesh mass, stopped once again.

But this time, it wasn’t due to her resistance.

Beatrice stared blankly at a skeletal large hand stretching out from the Blood Gate in the distance, and the crimson blade soaring into the sky, sensing something.

The next second, she suddenly burst out into a mad laugh.

"Hahahaha!!! This is absolutely... absolutely absurd!!!"

"Lynn Bartleion! It seems even the World Will does not wish for you to leave here alive!!!"

As a Divine being, although her personal strength was far less than Miss Witch, Beatrice had an extremely broad vision and experience.

Therefore, she could see through the current situation at a glance.

Looking at the crumbling skeletal large hand, and the flickering unstable crimson giant blade, the planetary flesh mass with vertical pupils fixed its gaze on the white-haired woman hovering high in the sky.

As the initiator of this attack, her face was pale at the moment; the black magic patterns spreading like vines everywhere, evidently reaching the point of running out of steam.

No matter what, the body provided by Ivyst was only a Sixth Rank Demigod.

Plus, the weakening brought by the Pantheon and the River of Time and Space was too terrible, even if Miss Witch wanted to reproduce her former formidable power, she still fell short.

Or to say, no matter what, Beatrice was a true Divine being.

Thinking that such a body could kill her in one strike was simply too fantastical.

Being able to injure her to barely hanging on to life was enough to demonstrate the Doomsday Witch’s strength.

Yet, the opponent was still alive.

And Miss Witch’s time of appearance had just ended.

After that, what remained were the severely injured Ivyst, Tiya with Holy Maiden’s consciousness unconscious, and Lynn who had undergone Second Rank Demonization.

There seems no possibility of victory at all.

"This is the end!!!" Beatrice’s consciousness shouted, "Lynn Bartleion! The one who wins, is ultimately me!!!"

"As a final statement, that’s quite laughable."

In a trance, the unquestionably calm voice of the young man echoed in the Divine Moon Gap.

...

Useless!

I should never have trusted you!

Feeling the powerful force inside rapidly fading away, along with the increasingly weaker consciousness of the Doomsday Witch, Ivyst, who had handed over control of her body, angrily rebuked.

Victory was right before her eyes, she was so close to returning to her underground haven built long ago to begin a sweet and happy life, holding her adorable puppy, but it all fell short.

Just a half inch more of swinging the blood-red giant blade forward could have shattered Beatrice’s divine essence and resolved the crisis.

Yet, that last half inch distance, somehow, was unattainable.

All of this was due to the incompetence of that wretched woman ten thousand years later.

Tch, she even had a moment just now when she actually chose to try and trust the other’s strength.

And the result?

Utter failure!

What Doomsday Witch, what Huntress of Gods?

In the end, can’t even protect her own believers.

You will continue to fail, from the beginning to the end of your life!

And then you’ll die darkly and lonely in that prison!

Ivyst’s anger was sensed, Miss Witch clenched her lower lip tightly, blood oozing from her mouth corner, her internal organs felt like they were in turmoil, and her consciousness was nearly blurred.

Just a little bit more.

Just... that one strike.

She didn’t even have the heart to refute Ivyst’s devastating words and kept her sword-swinging stance, trying to stop the collapse of the skeletal giant hand and the blood-red giant blade.

The feeling of falling into an abyss right before reaching the final step of victory, she had experienced it countless times over the last ten thousand years.

She really didn’t want that despair and helplessness to happen again.

Her beloved believers were right behind her, she had to keep them alive no matter what.

But regarding stamina, Miss Witch had been most meritorial throughout the battle for that strike was mighty enough to destroy the divine, originated from her hands.

But how could the long distance of ten thousand years be so easily crossed?

Even World Will pulled a huge joke on her at the last moment.

Perhaps just a second more... no, a tenth of a second, and the mass of flesh in front of her would be completely annihilated.

Yet now, that tenth of a second was like a chasm, insurmountable.

Miss Witch slowly closed her eyes, overwhelmed with uncontrollable sorrow.

At the last moments when her power was about to dissipate, all that lingered in her ears were the shrill screams emitted by the flesh mass.

No.

Apart from those, there seemed to be something else. free𝑤ebnovel.com

In an instant, Miss Witch incredulously opened her eyes, feeling someone embracing her from behind.

It was his unique warm embrace, not particularly robust but extremely sturdy and reliable.

The young man overlaid his hands on her bloody and mangled slender palms, maintaining the nearly-loosened sword-holding posture together.

"An incompetent false god who merely attempts to usurp the body of a believer, how could such a vile and shameless creature dare to stand against a great existence like you as an equal?"

These comforting words came with unwavering certainty, and Miss Witch took a deep breath.

Looking at the blood-red giant blade about to disperse, Lynn held her body from behind, squinting his eyes.

He could not provide the strength support Ivyst and Miss Witch needed at the moment.

That being the case, it could only add to some idealistic enhancement.

Thinking so, he leaned close to the white-haired woman’s ear, uttering warm breaths and said words he had never spoken to them before.

"Master, woof woof."

Time seemed to freeze at that moment.

The next second, an unprecedented surge of blood-colored light blade exuberantly burned, expanding countless times in just a blink of an eye, soaring like an injection of adrenaline.

"Boom—"

With a rapid slashing blow capable of severing the earth itself, the fierce and dazzling red light flashed across the sky and disappeared.

Every existence in the path of this strike inevitably met its end.

It was all over.

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