From the hint of a smile lingering at the corner of the young man’s mouth, Beatrice faintly discerned such an implication.
Feeling disdainful while simultaneously, an utterly absurd thought emerged unbidden.
Just because of you, pierced by my hand and lying like a dead dog?
It seemed that for Beatrice, such action was not enough to alleviate the anger and resentment Lynn had brought her this night. Clutching his neck, she pulled her arm out from his chest, then with another swipe, impaled his abdomen.
Blood splattered again, several meters away.
This act also caused the young man’s body to tremble.
At this moment, Lynn’s expression was weak; no longer was there the frenzied toughness of a hard man, as if everything that had happened earlier was but a fantasy induced by Beatrice’s deep corruption.
But She was very aware that it was no fantasy.
Despite repeatedly describing him as a contemptible ant, it was him who orchestrated the situation whereby She failed in Her possession attempt and fell into the rank of an Evil God.
Having exerted all Her might, She still could not escape the worst of fates.
Just this alone was enough to put this seemingly insignificant man on an equal footing with Her.
But now, with your womanly sniveling, who are you trying to fool?!
In Beatrice’s fantasy, after capturing this damned guy, She would have him experience all the pain and despair in the world until he begged piteously like a dog who had lost its home, only then granting him the right to die.
Prior to that, the young man’s unwavering will and resilience would be the most delicious seasoning in the whole process.
But now, it seemed as if he had simply skipped that stage.
Not only did this fail to grant Beatrice the pleasure derived from revenge, a strange sense of impatience also insidiously bubbled up within Her.
Lynn Bartleion... what on earth are you thinking?
She gripped the young man’s throat tightly and raised Her hand again.
As Beatrice acted with all Her might, added to the fact that Lynn had employed Time Concealment, contrary to everyone’s expectations, all of this happened in just a few seconds.
Meanwhile, the young man whose throat was being grasped finally responded.
He seemed to endure unprecedented pain, and with a weak voice, he murmured softly, "It hurts..."
His voice was very light, yet it resonated clearly within the Divine Moon Gap.
"Your Highness... Miss Witch... and... Tiya..."
"I... feel... so much pain..."
He coughed gently, his voice intermingling with a tremor, as if a dying man calling out to his beloved women.
Beatrice was about to coldly mock him.
But in the next instant, three overwhelming murderous intents, like natural disasters, swept in and froze Her consciousness on the spot.
This was not exaggeration or metaphor; it was derived from pure fury and hatred, an aura of terror that, although intangible and devoid of extraordinary power, made the temperature in the entire Divine Moon Gap plummet instantly.
It was thanks to Beatrice’s extremely high Rank.
Had it been any lower-ranked creature directly facing such a terrifying force, they would likely have died on the spot, their souls and consciousness utterly annihilated.
Locked by such an appalling tide of murderous intent in that instant, an absurd thought surfaced in Her mind.
The trembling from deep within Her soul was not false, yet the aura revealed by the three women in front of Her did not reach the Rank of Divine.
While Beatrice was rooted to the spot by this overpowering murderous intent, full of bewilderment, the sight of a woman’s white hair fluttering in the sky caught Her eye.
The first to act was the one known as "Miss Witch."
Beatrice watched her, dumbfounded, as she appeared instantaneously before Her, and in a fraction of a moment too brief for even Her to react to, tore Her limbs into shreds.
Those crimson eyes were etched into Her soul like a nightmare and a curse.
Beatrice subconsciously remembered the time when She had been trapped in a ploy by ancient Demons and ultimately contaminated by an Evil God.
At that time, She likewise showed unfathomable hatred towards those damned Demons, feeling that there would be nothing in the world that could have more extreme emotions than hers at that time.
Yet at this moment, She realized just how profoundly wrong She was.
Could a person’s hatred truly run so deep that it would even instill fear in a being such as Herself?
Simultaneously, Goddess Tiya and Ivyst also vanished from the spot.
The moment Ivyst saw her little dog impaled through the chest, the jealousy and turmoil that had been suppressed in her heart instantly vanished.
After hearing Lynn’s painful and trembling groans, she felt her heart was about to break.
Not just Her but even Goddess Tiya showed distinct panic and shaking.
If it were another time, such a scene would have been utterly unthinkable.
Perhaps in this world, only that being known as "Lynn" could haunt their dreams to such an extent.
Just as Lynn had initially guessed.
Only when faced with an enemy they despised immensely, and when they themselves faced unprecedented threats to their lives, would they temporarily set aside their hatred.
Although it was far from a united front, one thing was for sure.