Stop Hypnotizing Me, Antagonist Princess!-Chapter 380 - 232: The First Encounter Between the Queen and the Other Woman

Chapter 380: Chapter 232: The First Encounter Between the Queen and the Other Woman

“Is this… the Authority of a god?”

When his chest was pierced through, Lynn felt his mind go completely blank.

It took about two or three seconds before the gut-wrenching pain followed after.

In an instant, he lost control over the Demon Power inside his body. Like a broken toy, he plummeted rapidly from the sky toward the ground.

Throughout the process, he didn’t even notice his opponent’s movements, nor did he have any idea when the attack had been launched.

It was as if the thought of “Kill him” merely flickered through the opponent’s mind, and in the next instant, the idea simply became reality.

Lynn had thought that with the core properties of the Level-zero Sealed Object and the boost from the Demon Power, even if he couldn’t match the Bright Moon Goddess in Her fractured state, he wouldn’t lose so quickly. He even believed he might cause some trouble for Her.

But now, it was clear he had been overconfident.

Faced with truly unfathomable, transcendental power, ants remain ants—there’s no distinction between big or small.

The sensation of weightlessness consumed him entirely, curling Lynn’s body into a ball as he plummeted toward the earth.

Meanwhile, Beatrice, shrouded in a haze of soft moonlight, hovered high in the sky. The halo symbol behind Her head made Her look imposing, Her gaze radiating an unprecedented cold indifference.

Compared to Her highly volatile xxn personality earlier, She now emitted an aura filled with greater Divinity, which seemed to calm Her disposition considerably.

“Still alive?”

High above, noticing the faint glow still lingering in the boy’s eyes, She raised an eyebrow slightly.

Though much of Her current power remained inaccessible, that previous strike had been unleashed in anger, without much restraint.

Even a Seventh Rank Saint would likely struggle to survive under such an attack.

Yet, despite all this, in Beatrice’s eyes, he was no less an ant—perhaps requiring merely another stomp to finish him off.

With this thought, the fractured consciousness of the Bright Moon Goddess slowly lifted Her right hand, extending a slender, alabaster finger.

While the human heart is often regarded as the vital weak spot, the creature before Her no longer seemed bound to humanity. If that were the case, then crushing the head would suffice.

In the next moment, moonlight boiled into a scorching beam, firing from Her fingertip instantaneously, slicing through the sky as it hurtled toward Lynn’s head.

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“Whoosh—!!!”

Blood sprayed everywhere as the young man’s head snapped backward, his body plummeting into the Divine Battle Ruins below, kicking up massive clouds of dust.

At the sight, Beatrice spared him no further thought, turning away with a cold and detached expression.

For some inexplicable ant, She had already wasted far too much time, even tapping into a fraction of Her true essence. The whispers of Evil Gods and Demons now faintly buzzed in Her ears, hinting that this remnant of clean Bright Moon Consciousness might soon face corruption.

Yet She had no time to deal with this pollution now; She had to locate the vessel and enact possession.

This course of action would undoubtedly leave hidden dangers, introducing corruption into the vessel’s body. Who knew how much effort it would take to purify it later? It might even delay the expected timeline.

In an age marked by turbulent upheaval, failing to reclaim Her Divine Throne quickly would leave even Her vulnerable to falling behind.

Gazing at the vanishing, intangible teleportation light screen, Beatrice gently lifted Her delicate hand.

She controlled the entirety of the Divine Moon Gap, so reconstructing a teleportation passage was effortless for Her.

As ripples of power pulsed outward, a silvery-white teleportation screen surfaced like a mirrored pool.

In just half a second, She could cross through the screen, arrive before the chosen vessel, and erase that cursed “error” from existence.

Ultimately, it was just the futile resistance of two insignificant ants.

Suppressing Her irritation brought by the invasive Evil God corruption, Beatrice summoned Her power again.

But in the next instant, an unexpected change erupted!

“Boom—”

The ground trembled as shadows of pitch-black Demonic energy surged into the skies once more.

Beatrice’s brows furrowed slightly, Her figure flickering as She dodged the incoming attack.

“You…”

Staring at the battered Demon hovering mid-air, glaring back at Her with its mangled Demon Wings spread wide, She remained silent.

Now, where Lynn’s hollow chest once was, thick, writhing black muck filled the void. The right side of his face—pierced by Her moonlight beam—was slowly being repaired by the Demon Power, morphing into something terrifying.

Was the Creation Demon’s power truly this formidable?

Even after facing a lethal Divine attack, it managed to recover so effortlessly in such a short time?

A lesser fighter might have already been cowed by Lynn’s seemingly unassailable visage, rendering them bereft of fighting spirit.

Yet Beatrice, with Her keen discernment, instantly saw through his current state.

“If you intend to seek death, there’s no need to waste time loitering before Me,” Beatrice said coldly. “Even if your corrupted flesh can mend itself with black muck in the present, it’s ultimately a sacrifice of your own body to the Demon.”

“When your original flesh is completely spent in battle, and the Demonization process reaches one hundred percent… will you even still be yourself by then?”

But Lynn wasn’t swayed by Her words; his eyes gleamed with savage resolve.

“A person undergoes countless cellular turnovers in a lifetime. The individual who’s born and the one who dies are fundamentally different people,” Lynn said, wiping blood from the corner of his mouth with a derisive smile. “Hence, compared to the body, the soul and consciousness matter more.”

“Regarding Theseus’ Ship, I understood its implications when I was ten years old. Don’t bother trying such trivial tricks to shake my will.”

“Moreover… judging by your typical no-nonsense tendency to strike without hesitation, can I assume your current state isn’t as flawless as you make it seem, subconsciously resorting to bluffing?”

At his words, Beatrice’s Divinity-infused countenance revealed a faint, cold smile. “You’re welcome to try.”

“I’ll do it without needing your permission!!!”

In the next moment, the writhing black muck around Lynn’s body flared up like burning flames, transforming into numerous slimy, viscous tentacles that shot toward Beatrice like arrows piercing the air!

Now, the black muck had completed its transformation to sixty percent, granting him greater strength. However, the remnants of Creation Demon Yuvalia’s mark had begun to encroach on his will.

The psychic assault from a vestige of high-ranking Demonic power was agony that could drive anyone insane—but Lynn remained stoic.

At this juncture, all that remained was the battle of mental resolve.

Thus, Lynn issued an order to Lie Swallowing, imbuing himself with unprecedented Psychological Suggestion.

I will always be me!!!

High above, tentacles of black muck swept wildly in all directions, frenzied as if they meant to engulf and tear Beatrice to shreds.

Yet, in a brilliant burst of light waves, a storm erupted toward Lynn’s position like an avalanche of Divine Fury unleashed with terrifying force.

Dirty!!!

Filthy!!!

Staring at the black muck tentacles annihilated in a radiant surge of Her Divine Power, Beatrice’s faint irritation crept back into Her mind.

The corruption brought by Her true essence, the vile male opponent, and the filthy, proliferating Demon Power.

None of these things—each utterly repulsive to Her—was something She could ever tolerate. Yet here they were, converged before Her.

Even while maintaining Her Divinity, the nauseating disgust made Her skin crawl like goosebumps spreading over Her entire form.

“Boom—”

A pillar of light shot skyward as Lynn staggered to evade, blood spurting from his shoulder, his face growing increasingly pale.

In the next instant, the black muck seemed to gain sentience, surging toward whatever parts of his body remained human. As it filled and merged with those portions, it transformed yet again.

Simultaneously, a single stream of black muck tentacle darted past Beatrice’s form, leaving an almost imperceptible tear in Her waist along with a slick, soaking black mark.

In that instant, the human side of the Bright Moon Goddess could bear it no longer, Her expression twisting as She shrieked: “You damned insect… This Goddess will kill you!!!”

A cleanliness-obsessed being like Her could never abide such a desecrating act. In a flash, Her fury erupted.

Half the sky was consumed by the raging Moonlight Power, like a moon untethered from gravity crashing down with apocalyptic force, aiming to incinerate the blasphemous offender completely under a storm of Heavenly Fire!

Watching the doomsday-like scene unfolding before him, there wasn’t a trace of fear in the young man’s eyes.

Instead, the malice and mania within them burned brighter, as if determined to risk total ruin to achieve his goal.

…

“Woof woof!!!”

In front of a towering stone wall, the little dog Lynn paused abruptly.

Barking anxiously, it desperately leaped and struck the heavy wall with all its tiny strength.

It was as if something beyond the wall deeply concerned it.

Bound by fate to its master, even with spatial separation, it could still sense his condition.

Watching the dog’s frantic state, Ivyst, who had been following closely behind, felt a flash of urgency in her gaze.

For some reason, her mind involuntarily recalled the moment in the Soron Mountain Range when the young man had stepped forward to shield her from the core property’s corruption.

Reflecting on this, despite the cold war between them unresolved, she couldn’t afford to care about such things now.

Ivyst pressed her hand against the wall. With a fierce burst of red light, the heavy barrier sealing the underground space disintegrated effortlessly into dust.

She scooped up the little dog, securing it in her arms, before narrowing her eyes at the scene within the underground chamber.

She had expected to encounter several Church operatives blocking her path.

Surprisingly, the vast underground chamber contained only a shattered, non-functioning Transmission Stone Array. Its floating nodes hung lifeless, scattered on the ground as if violently destroyed.

(PS: This chapter is a bit short—hang tight, brothers; the next one is coming as fast as possible.)