Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son-Chapter 266 [End] [He Who Shouldn’t Exist] [8] [Massacre And Birth]

"In the name of Amun-Ra… ...I summon you, my daughter." Rumble!

The lightning struck down like torrential rain, illuminating Moshel's Tomb. The sky, damped with molten gold, slowly started to dim.

"Heed my call, Sekhmet." Rumble!

The lightning ceased, rain starting to pour—a rain of crimson blood.

In a blink of an eye, Azariah transformed into a being that exuded a deep, terrifying aura.

His rank rose from being at Primeval Level to the edge of breaking into the Demigod Rank. A rank higher than the legion of angels that descended to kill him.

At the same moment, a towering, ethereal woman in a plain black robe slowly appeared behind him.

Her pale, haunting face was accentuated by piercing red eyes and crimson lips, with her pitch-black hair swirling outward as though caught in an otherworldly force.

Her form was surrounded by a chaotic, fiery-red, menacing, and divine presence.

Sekhmet.

The goddess of blood and war that aided in the birth of vampires.

A stream of blood silently surged around Azariah, eroding everything in its path.

A thirst for blood engulfed his mind, numbing his judgment.

The ground beneath him creaked as he stepped forward.

A pool of blood gathered around him, waves upon waves rippling on its surface.

The tidal wave of blood rose, engulfing Azariah, settling on his shoulder as his robe.

"Iw.tw mwt r jr.t ns sw n snṯr.f." The army of angels howled, their mouths moving, saying something Azariah couldn't understand.

The land where Azariah stood quaked violently, tearing up with every step he took.

A blurry light seeped out from the legion.

An angel rushed toward him, claw-like hand aimed to rip his throat.

"Naraka," he whispered softly.

The world around him slowed down, and he could clearly see the angel.

A long chain conjured, looping around his arm.

Crimson liquid leaked out of his hand, morphing into a one-handed axe with a crimson crescent blade on one side.

The angel's divinity bore upon him, but it didn't affect the motion of his hand carrying Naraka, which blurred as soon as the angel reached within his range.

Dip!

A slicing sound echoed, followed by a splash of liquid.

The angel's headless body fell into the pool of blood while the head was sucked inside the axe.

A silence lingered within the place before the legion of angels roared in fury.

Ten or so angels rushed at him, anger clear in their eyes, their golden-white wings fluttering to life.

Azariah grunted, taking another step. The pool of blood around him flared up.

A high tide of blood rose like a tsunami behind him.

It intercepted the angels rushing to kill Azariah.

The moment it touched them, their divinity corroded, their bodies melted, turning into mushes of flesh and blood.

The tidal wave died down around Azariah, who took another step forward.

The remaining body parts of the angels that died soon rose to the surface of the bloody pool.

The legion of angels became cautious of his presence, making Azariah's lips curl up slightly.

Another angel rushed at him, holding a sword clad with divinity.

Azariah extended his severed left hand.

The ghostly figure behind him moved, dipping her hand into the pool of blood, collecting the remaining body parts of the angels.

A huge chunk of body parts gathered in her giant hand.

In an instant, they "dematerialized" into blood and flesh before rushing toward Azariah's left hand.

A "reconstructed" hand made of pure angel bodies conjured in the place of the severed one.

SLASH!

The angel slashed his sword at Azariah's raised hand.

But his body halted abruptly as Azariah grabbed the sword effortlessly.

Crack! With little pressure, the sword shattered along with the divinity covering it.

But the horror didn't end there as Azariah's angelic hand blurred, grabbing the angel's throat.

The angel struggled to breathe while Azariah had a thoughtful look on his face.

His lips parted as he whispered, "Was it blood flare?"

Burst!!

The angel burst like a balloon. The blood in his body boiled at an abnormal speed, turning into vapor in an instant.

Azariah took another step forward through the mist of blood.

His gaze moved toward his side, where Ethan crawled back, trying to get away.

But "his" mere presence in the place made it hard for Ethan to move.

"Is that what you are trying to protect?" Azariah asked mockingly, gazing up at the remaining angels.

Even he was disappointed in himself for believing Ethan was of any worth.

A silence lingered between them.

But it didn't last long.

In the gloomy atmosphere, a blinding ray of sunlight shone through the dimmed molten gold.

It descended, illuminating the place.

The look on the angels' faces changed.

They looked relieved, and the confidence that Azariah had shaken was returning to them.

'What is happening, El?'

Azariah asked as he gazed up at the sky.

[...An Archangel is descending.]

Azariah's body trembled at his words, his lips slowly curling up.

"You can't face him."

El's voice echoed from outside his body.

Azariah's bloodthirsty mind calmed down a little.

A cluster emerged in front of him, slowly turning into a man with long, pristine white hair.

"He is too strong even for the current you," El said as he turned around to 'look' in a certain direction.

"Are you—?"

"Make sure you don't die."

El's voice echoed before his body vanished into nothingness.

"You too," Azariah whispered before letting his mind turn numb once again.

The legion of angels roared in a sense of delight.

Their bodies burst forward, rushing toward him.

Azariah grinned widely as he raised Naraka above his head.

He blinked. The angels arrived in front of him.

Azariah brought Naraka down, splitting everything in its path.

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"That is all that I would like to say."

The emperor of the Pargoina Empire, Quinton's voice echoed within the silence of the capital city.

Clap! Clap!

The crowd, looking at his holographic figure, filled the entire place with the sound of clapping.

"And now, I would like to announce something."

Quinton's voice echoed once again, making the other sounds die down. "The Pargoina Empire has another prince."

The city soon filled with murmurs and conversations among the people.

They tried to guess who it could be, and most of them already had a name in mind.

"As some of you might have guessed," his voice echoed again, "it's Ethan, the Avatar of the Primordial God Elohim."

The crowd roared in delight, their happiness clear.

Having an Avatar as their prince meant the empire would hold more value in the eyes of the church.

Their empire would be above the rest.

The devotees of Elohim were just happy to be born in the same era where his Avatar was their prince.

"But the good news doesn't end here." Quinton let the voices die down before he continued with a smile.

"The Ekari Kingdom and Pargoina Empire now have an alliance through marriage."

People held their breath as if waiting for him to reveal more.

"Prince Ethan is now engaged to the youngest Princess of the Ekari Kingdom, Inès."

Another round of applause echoed within the capital city.

People celebrated the moment.

Back in the royal palace, Quinton stepped back from the balcony that had holographic sensors placed around it.

His gaze moved toward Irisveil as he raised his hand. "You're next, Holy Lady."

Irisveil nodded in response as she stepped forward.

"Master." But she halted as Helena called her, making her turn. "Should I announce it?"

Irisveil tilted her head in confusion, gazing at her smiling disciple. "Why?"

"Please." Helena whispered softly, pleading look on her face.

Irisveil's expression softened as she nodded. "Fine, but don't do anything stupid."

"Of course." Helena chirped happily as she stepped forward.

The hologram visible to everyone within the human domain blurred.

Helena appeared on it.

Her face, covered by a veil, invoked curious looks from those who saw her for the first time.

But people quickly became interested in what the church had to say.

"..."

A second passed. Ten. Twenty.

Helena just stood there without saying anything.

"Helena—?" Irisveil whispered in concern, but her voice died out.

"Huh?"

"What is that?"

The crowd looked around in confusion.

...A clear sound of a trumpet echoed through the place.

Helena grinned widely as the hologram showing her flickered.

"What is happening?" Daiswod asked, knitting his brows.

His gaze moved toward the hologram in the sky.

"Oh God." His eyes widened instantly.

"Angel!"

"An Angel!!"

The hologram showed an angel.

The crowd fell to their knees almost instantly, clutching their hearts as they saw the divine being.

Some wept openly, tears streaming down their faces as they lowered their heads.

But the same crowd soon screamed in horror as the angel was split in half the next instant.

The hologram zoomed out, showing a pool of blood filled with parts of angels floating in it.

A single boy stood in the middle of the pool.

His white hair, damp with crimson blood, framed his face as he laughed like a madman, slicing through another angel.

"What is happening!?" Daiswod repeated, snapping toward Quinton, who stood there astounded.

The doors of the chamber burst open.

"Every student from the academy is missing, my lord!" a soldier announced, falling to his knees.

The vocal crowd all around the human domain turned into a frenzy as they shouted and cursed at Azariah.

While some could only watch the scene with broken expressions.

Their beliefs shook as they remembered one thing...

...The one massacring their beliefs was a sixteen-year-old boy.

Azariah punched through an angel's chest, crushing its heart.

And as if sensing something, his head turned toward the hologram.

...The entire crowd's voice died out as Azariah's gaze bore into them.

Someone slowly turned and ran away.

And it didn't take long for others to follow.

...A stampede rose with his single gaze.

"Do something, Quinton!" King Thalor yelled at him as he looked out.

"They're trying!!" Quinton yelled back, gazing at those in charge of the hologram.

Daiswod gazed out. People were crushing each other in panic.

It was as if the apocalypse had arrived early.

"My name is Helena, the successor of the Holy Lady."

In the midst of it all, a soothing voice echoed through the place.

The hologram screen flickered back, showing Helena once again.

"Right now, I would like to announce something as the representative of the church."

"Helena!"

Irisveil shouted, trying to stop her, but she didn't listen.

The hologram flickered back and forth between showing Azariah's back, facing the angels who flew over him like vultures, and Helena.

It moved so frequently that it created an illusion of them being together.

"After all these years of peace, the [Exiled Prince] has born again." Helena announced, barely holding back her happiness and delight.

"His name is Azariah Noah Aljanah!"