Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son-Chapter 360 [Wedding By Blood] [12] [Destruction]

360 [Wedding By Blood] [12] [Destruction]

A gut-wrenching, rage-filled roar tore from Gwenyra's lips.

"SAMYAZA!!"

The earth shook once more, even stronger this time.

Gwenyra's foot slammed deep into the ground, sending cracks spiderwebbing across the marble floor.

BOOM!!!!

A shockwave followed behind her punch aimed at Samyaza.

At the last moment—a slight shift was enough.

His body twisted just enough for the punch to rush past him.

CRASH!

The wall behind him shattered, exploding into debris.

The force alone sent everyone in the hall flying, scrambling for safety as the palace groaned under the impact.

Dust and rubble rose like a storm, obscuring their vision.

Gwenyra raised her leg with uncanny agility.

Her colossal leg blurred, aimed at his side.

For a moment—time slowed.

Then—.

Two wings erupted from Samyaza's back, black and vast, spanning nearly two meters.

With a single flap, he propelled himself backward—out of the palace, through the hole she had just created.

Gwenyra didn't hesitate.

A powerful push.

The floor beneath her dented, and in the next breath—she was gone.

The battlefield shifted to the skies.

Samyaza hovered mid-air, still holding the orb, watching her with an almost amused expression.

At thirty meters tall, Gwenyra dwarfed the world below.

Behind her, the palace repaired itself, stone by stone, brick by brick while she glared at the fallen angel.

"Tch." He clicked his tongue, glancing at the destruction behind her. "Still as reckless as ever, I see."

"SHUT UP!!!"

Her voice erupted like a sonic boom, shattering every window within miles.

But Samyaza merely tilted his head, a lazy smile on his lips.

"Why are you yelling so much?" He rubbed his chin in mock contemplation. "I don't recall us being—."

"I don't want to hear a single word from you, slave!"

Gwenyra barked as she raised her hand.

The surroundings trembled violently.

Space itself tore open.

And from that tear—a battle-axe emerged, landing in her hand.

Nearly the size of her body, the battle-axe had two golden wing-like blades on either side.

A long handle that she held with both hands, glaring at Samyaza.

"Ah. So we're past words now?" He twirled the orb in his hand lazily.

"Good. Talking to you was always a waste of time."

Gwenyra didn't respond.

Mana around her flared as she moved.

Her axe swung down, splitting the very air apart—

BOOM!!!

The sheer force ripped through the sky, a golden arc of destruction barreling toward Samyaza.

With a single flap, he twisted out of the way, the energy barely grazing him before obliterating an entire mountain in the distance.

He didn't even blink.

"You're still so emotional." Samyaza's voice was maddeningly calm. "How unbecoming of a goddess."

Gwenyra's rage exploded.

She swung again—a whirlwind of divine might.

Samyaza dodged.

Again.

And again.

Each strike shattered the lands, every missed attack carving through the landscape, changing its shape.

He was toying with her.

And Gwenyra knew it.

Her grip tightened around the axe.

Her fury burned brighter like the surface of the sun.

She threw her battle-axe in the air—.

Then—in the blink of an eye—

She disappeared.

For the first time, Samyaza's eyes moved.

CRACK!!!

A fist—colossal, merciless—ready to slam toward his gut.

He moved his hand—.

BOOM!!!!

And grabbed her colossal fist.

The force of the impact sent ripples through the world that quaked beneath them.

Gwenyra's axe came crashing down—.

Into his free hand.

She staggered back, eyes locked onto the man who still looked....unbothered.

"You've changed," Samyaza mused, narrowing his eyes.

"Were you always this reckless, or did you become like this after your fight with Lilith?"

He stretched his body lazily like he was mocking her.

"What happened to her, anyway? She vanished after your little battle."

His gaze swept around as he took in the destruction around him.

People were crying, begging all around.

Countless died or were injured with just a brief fight between them.

Yet—.

Neither Gwenyra nor Samyaza cared.

Samyaza tapped his chin, feigning thought.

"Come to think of it," he murmured, turning his gaze back to her.

"Didn't I kill her husband and child?"

Gwenyra's rage exploded.

She disappeared and reappeared right in front of him.

Her massive form loomed over him like a mountain.

She raised her battle-axe above her head before lowering it down.

Samyaza closed his eyes and spread his arms as if he had accepted his death.

The massive axe blade was just a few meters away from his face.

His lips parted as he whispered, "It won't hit me."

And—.

Gwenyra's weapon tilted ever so slightly, grazing past him.

"Huh?"

A confused look crept onto her face as she looked at her axe, dug into the ground.

Samyaza floated high in the air as he moved back.

He was just playing with her, and he didn't have any problem giving her extra time.

Gwenyra's jaw clenched as she picked up her battle-axe once again.

Her fury knew no bounds as she glared at him.

"What unsettles you so much?" His voice was almost gentle.

"I was merely doing my job."

"I don't want to hear anything!!"

Gwenyra barked while her body glowed brightly.

"I will kill you today!!"

"Aren't you quite arrogant, child?"

His lips curled up in a small smile.

"Adam was the last to claim that, yet he died a gruesome death."

The shape of Artemis City started to change.

Gwenyra silently called forth her kingdom.

That was the city itself.

Now, everything would work how she wanted.

In her kingdom, she was the law itself.

"Why are you here?"

Before attacking him, Gwenyra asked, barely containing her anger.

Samyaza, who was curiously looking around the place, glanced at her.

He smiled. "I was just here to tell an old friend a very good news."

13:30

"....What?"

Gwenyra asked, not because of curiosity but ...fear.

His smile widened. "That I am close."

Bringing his index finger and thumb just inches apart, he showed, "This close to completing my work."

Fear gripped her entire being.

Gwenyra bit her lip, glaring at him.

She trembled before taking a deep breath.

"Come here."

With her single word, the world around her twisted.

Every demigod present in her kingdom arrived just beside her.

Except Ragnar and Esmeray.

Who stood close by.

Confused, they all looked at her while Mortis held a small child in his hand.

"What's the meaning of this—!!"

"Help me kill him."

Gwenyra cut off his words as she glared at Samyaza.

"Help me, and I will give you anything."

Esmeray's gaze shifted toward Samyaza, who also looked at her.

He waved at her. "Little Esmeray, long time no see."

"Please kill yourself, ancestor." Esmeray replied, looking at him with her stoic face.

Awkwardly, Samyaza lowered his hand.

A heavy silence followed before Pope Donus's grim voice broke through. "He… he can't be one of the—"

"Yes," Gwenyra interrupted, her voice heavy. "One of the three Paradox Apostates."

The weight of her words made the Pope's expression darken.

No one understood the threat Samyaza posed to Lumina better than the Church.

"Who is he?" Edel asked.

Unlike Pope Donus, he wasn't entirely aware of Samyaza's true nature, though after hearing Esmeray's reaction, he had his suspicions.

He wanted confirmation.

"He is the one who killed your ancestor."

Gwenyra replied, her rage spiking as Samyaza let her talk without interrupting.

"He is one of the three beings that the creator god—Kyr'Vhal made to revive himself."

She took in a deep breath, suppressing her fears.

"And once he does..... Every one of us will die."

A fate she knew all too well.

If Kyr'Vhal returned, the first thing he would do was dissolve this reality—wipe it from existence and create a new one.

A world where they would be nothing more than his slaves, his puppets, his playthings.

"I will take care of the citizens."

Mortis said quietly as he disappeared.

Seeing the six demigods standing in front of him, Samyaza smiled gently.

"You forgot to mention one thing."

His voice echoed unnaturally, seeping from every direction.

Everyone tensed up as reality itself blurred in front of their eyes.

"That I am—."

Six different Samyazas stood all around them.

"—Omnipresent."

*****

"....I see."

On the terrace of Artemis City's tallest building, a girl hummed softly.

She held a bucket of chicken nuggets, idly munching as she watched the battle unfold.

The clash between the towering goddess and the fallen angel played out before her dull gray eyes.

Her long, silky black hair swayed as she lazily followed their movements.

"So…" Zeline began, chewing on another nugget. "He killed your family?"

[≤Yes.≥]

A voice like a melody echoed in her mind—so hauntingly beautiful it felt almost seductive.

"Don't you want revenge then?"

She asked, swinging her legs over the edge of the terrace.

[≤.....≥]

The voice didn't reply for a while.

"Lilith?"

[≤I have you.≥]

Zeline scoffed. "Sorry, my lady, but I'm taken."

[≤Sure you are.≥]

Ignoring the mocking tone, her expression turned thoughtful.

"Do you need help killing him—"

[≤Focus on your own goal for now before thinking about helping me.≥]

Zeline let out a small chuckle as she looked at Samyaza.

"Paradox Apostates…" she mused. "That's a pretty cool title."

Then, she whispered, "He doesn't seem like a slave to me."

[≤He isn't. But the Creator God made them in such a way that, subconsciously, they always act in his favor.≥]

Zeline licked her fingertips. "I see… Wait—who were the other two again?"

[≤The progenitor of dragons, Morningstar… and the fallen angel, Azrael.≥]

Her hand froze mid-motion.

Lowering it slowly, she muttered, "Azrael, huh?"

A look of loss creeped onto her face that she quickly shook away.

"He must be quite powerful."

[≤He is dead.≥]

Zeline turned silent for a while before she stood up on her feet.

"That's unfortunate."

Stretching her body, she looked at the hotel on the far end of the city.

Her lips curled up in a gentle smile.

"Let's see how strong I have become."

She wore her mask back.

"I also have a wedding to attend."

*****

"What the fuck is happening?"

I groaned as I looked at the giant holding the battle axe.

My brain struggled to process what I was seeing.

I turned to Shyamal, who was still grinding against me, entirely unbothered.

"Stop it," I said, slapping her bare ass.

She let out a small whimper before glaring at me. "Can't we finish what we started—?"

"We don't have time for that!" I hissed. "There's a fucking giant out there."

She grumbled something incoherent as I pulled myself out of her.

Despite her clear disappointment, I quickly flapped my wings, descending to the ground floor.

I landed smoothly, setting Shyamal down.

She pouted, but I ignored her, digging through my storage bracelet for my clothes.

'Where the hell is Inna?'

Careful not to slip, I started to get dressed while glancing at Shyamal, who was staring at me.

Something clicked in my mind. "Wait—are you seriously not putting anything on underneath that?"

She blinked innocently. "I don't need to wear them."

I stared at her, dumbfounded.

I eyed her elegant black wedding gown. "Does it have built-in panties and a bra or…?"

A small blush bloomed on her face. "Shut up."

I chuckled softly as I finished dressing, my wings folding back onto my shoulders.

BOOM!!!!

A shockwave tore through the city, nearly collapsing the building.

"Let's go out."

Grabbing Shyamal's hand, I quickly dragged her out of the building.

The first thing that greeted us was the dead bodies of the normal citizens.

My heart chilled as I noticed a few children lying within the debris.

The few who survived—nuns, priests, and any who could—scrambled to help the injured.

But the problem was where?

'Should I find Mortis?'

That may be the most logical thing to do.

But—.

'What about Lysander and Sibry?'

Where the fuck are they both?

Someone crashed into me—a grown man, sobbing, clutching an injured boy.

His eyes darted toward the battle.

"Why is she showing her divine wrath…?" His voice trembled. "Why… Goddess Gwenyra?"

He ran off, vanishing into the panicked crowd.

I turned back towards the battle.

The giant moved unnaturally fast.

So, that was Gwenyra.

Shyamal suddenly halted, yanking me back.

I immediately understood why.

We were surrounded.

Through the chaos, I caught glimpses of armored figures creeping forward, using the debris for cover.

Everyone around me was screaming—yet, to me, everything was silent.

In mere moments, the knights had blocked every possible escape route.

One man stepped forward.

Long blond hair cascaded down his back.

He planted his sword into the ground, his gaze shifting between Shyamal and me.

"And you. Whoever you are—step away from that witch."

'Alright. He deserves to die for calling her that twice.'

Shyamal's grip tightened further as I was about to move.

"Who might you be?" She asked, looking at the man.

"You don't deserve to know my name."

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Was it arrogance?

No.

He genuinely believed himself above others.

"But," he continued, "as the one who is going to kill you, I'll grant you this knowledge."

'Look at this guy.'

At this point, his arrogance just amused me.

"My name is Alexander. The next leader of the knights who serve God Elohim."

Raising his sword, he pointed it at Shyamal.

"In the name of God Elohim, and as the instructor of His Avatar—I sentence you to death."

"...."

Is he talking about Ethan?

Ahhh.

This guy is dead.