Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!-Chapter 1122 - 295: You Are an Iron-blooded, Unyielding Eagle, Soaring Freely Across the Skies of the Motherland

Her face bore a Madonna-like benevolent smile on one side, while the other half was distorted as if plagued by torment.

More frighteningly, this stunning woman's chest down to her abdomen showed no trace of flesh, with exposed bloodied ribs and organs inside twisting and writhing with a frenzy that drives one mad.

This is the Goddess of Love and Transformation, Sifreya.

The intense presence of the deity was so overwhelming that merely exchanging glances with Imre made him instinctively aware of her identity.

He felt like his thoughts were about to come to a standstill.

It was hard to imagine what trials love and transformation itself must endure to end up in such a tragic state.

This is a god!

A deity that has never been truly killed throughout history!

With the might of the gods far surpassing ordinary beings, it's not just a matter of trying to kill them; even after a Divine Descent, few existences can slay a Divine Incarnation.

And that's considering the gods descending using the bodies of their chosen ones.

As for the god's true form...

No one across the continent can claim to have seen it alive.

Mainstream studies suggest that it's not that gods don't want to return to the continent of Shenhua; it's because they are so powerful that just descending in their true form could cause irreversible devastation.

Thus, they were rejected by the World Mother, transforming one subspace after another into their divine kingdom, never appearing on the continent again.

Such powerful beings, yet at this moment they are so twisted and hideous, radiating ultimate allure and love while invoking deep revulsion.

"It's okay, it's okay, just give me a little more time, just a little more time... Soon everyone will come back to me!"

Accompanied by a captivating, languid voice, the Goddess of Love and Transformation reached out to Imre as if she intended to embrace him.

The slender, pale jade hand was about to touch Imre when he retreated in horror.

Facing a voice trying to rest softly on him, Imre's heart raced at the sight of the divine feminine form.

When was it that he, aware of the Goddess of Love and Transformation's issues, still unconsciously approached her?

Though merely brushing past, he seemed to feel the goddess's entrancing gaze and her soft calls.

Having scarcely escaped, Imre paused hesitantly.

But the next moment, it was as if charmed, he walked forward again.

"Come, come to my side, don't leave me, and certainly don't forget me."

The Goddess of Love and Transformation spoke thus.

The strong sense of appeal in her words made him instinctively unable to refuse.

Her body leaned slightly forward, as if about to fall, and Imre fearfully realized that his body seemed completely not following his command, moving subconsciously toward her.

Finally able to pull Imre into her arms, the Goddess of Love and Transformation tightened her grip on his hand.

The pristine veil on her head slipped off, revealing her stunning beauty. The tranquility and noble aura in her eyes imparted a unique sense of serenity when you looked at her.

"Finally... I can find you all again."

She showed a genuine expression of joyful tears, but at the moment she embraced Imre, her face twisted into a bizarre and sinister grin, mocking something silently.

Just at this instant, a flash sparked in Imre's eyes.

An unprecedented brilliance stung Imre's eyes, instantly waking him from his mental daze.

"From now on, you must walk this path alone... Child, firmly remember, our family's blood and legacy, painstakingly refined over generations, are the only means we have to confront them."

"Father..." Imre stepped forward unconsciously, wanting to move closer to the semi-transparent silver eagle floating in mid-air, but at the next moment, it was as if something grabbed his feet, pulling him into the abyss.

Meanwhile, Marquis Gransham's voice gently echoed: "The rest is up to you all, Your Highness..."

The Steel Eagle's radiance decayed and darkened in an instant, finally dissipating into ashes, as if it had never existed in this world.

"No... Don't go!"

Just as Imre vanished, the Goddess of Love and Transformation cried out, staggering off the bench, face stained with tears in an endearing way.

She reached out, intending to pull the child back to her side; being a deity, she had the power to do so.

The last glimmer of the once luminous Steel Eagle tried to thwart the Goddess of Love and Transformation, but the next instant, this force utterly vanished.