I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

Chapter 46 (1)

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In the face of that overwhelming force, even Regis composure disappeared from his face.

As he extended one hand, he simultaneously lifted his staff.

The layers of purple distortion piled up before him, and from the swirling emptiness, the void creatures once again emerged.

Zwoong-! Zwoong-!

In an instant, right as Maeve was about to burst forth, breaking through two layers of distortion, a moment of anticipation.

The space in front of Regis tore vertically, revealing the elongated, insect- or arachnid-like legs that made one think of insects or arachnids.

At the end of those legs, sharp talons flew forth.

Maeve tilted her sword diagonally.

Ka-ga-ga-kak-

The swords edge deflected the talons, sending forth sparks of red fire.

The blade Maeve struck, outstretched all the way to the joint of his legs.

Serk-

The legs were severed, and the gap closed in an instant.

Regis appeared beyond the gap.

Maeve finally launched herself into the air.

The approaching void hunting dogs footsteps sounded increasingly desperate.

A sword that looked like a concentration of divine power descended vertically.

Regis had produced the maximum level of distortion almost simultaneously.

Card-dd-deuk-

The red trace clashed with the distortion.

The sword, a divine force that had extended nearly 2 meters, acted like a spinning saw, shattering the distortions one after another.

However, it was clear that the force was gradually diminishing.

Right after that, the void hunting dogs lunged, their unseen fangs and claws attacking Maeve.

Card-deuk-!

Armor and chest plate crumpled, blood spraying once again.

Maeve was held from being flung away by the sword that pressed against the distortion.

Forces of opposing nature were pulling at each other.

Maeve clenched her teeth and pulled her jaw.

Her whole body was filled with strength.

From the grip on the swords hilt, a creaking sound and bone-cracking noises resounded as the divine power intertwined with the sword intensified in its red glow.

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As Regis regained his composure, astonishment spread across his face.

Ugh Aaaah-!

Maeve yelled out, releasing a near-screaming strike with her sword.

Even the final distortion shattered to pieces, and the red trace extended diagonally through Regis body.

Oh- ooooh-!

With a scream, Regis upper body suddenly split open.

Jetting blood and severed tentacles.

Maeve, who had finally pierced through the void hunting dog that had swung its sword while landing, had her hand on the ground at last.

You you damn bastard!

Out of Regis mouth, which seemed like it could collapse any moment, burst out a hoarse voice.

A tar-like mucous spread from his wounds, and blood-red muscle fibers gripped his separating torso and lower body.

His body barely held together, Regis nerves twitched as if having a seizure.

Float in emptiness forever and suffer! Behold!

The tentacles all over his body shone purple and writhed.

Regis raised his staff, now fused with his hand, into the air.

Zwojeojeok-!

Space shattered, and beyond it, the shimmering purple was revealed.

A gateway was opened as reality and the void overlapped with the Demonic Realm.

The true god shall judge you for your years!

Regis cry resonated.

Maeve, barely standing with her waist up, beheld the scene before her: the void curtain and countless legs thrusting through the gaps.

Thin, elongated legs, much like what she had exposed.

Countless legs pushed out like a swarm of ants, forcefully displacing space.

Beyond the curtain, she felt gazes.

Eyes densely packed like compound eyes, shimmering with malice.

Maeves face, sensing her own demise, oddly calmed down.

Though she hadnt managed to kill him, she sensed her divine power eating away at Regis from within.

If it were Ian, he would surely bring about the end of vengeance.

That alone was enough.

Her legs spread wide as if to tear her apart.

And then, when Maeve closed her eyes in humility.

I havent given you an answer yet.

A voice suddenly reached her, pulling her back to reality.

Ian wrapped his arms around her waist, shielding her from the front.

Maeve opened her eyes forcefully.

Ian was looking down at her.

Eyes with a never-before-seen shade of blue, shimmering like a serene lake.

The contract must be accepted by me to be valid, not by notice.

Zwojeojeok-

A massive ice barrier formed around him as he spoke.

On the opposite side, countless icicles sprouted like stalagmites.

Kwad-dd-deuk-!

The legs burrowed into the barrier.

Yet, the ice wall remained unbroken, perfectly shielding Ian and Maeve within.

Blue magic, frost shield.

A protective magic manifested by chaos energy and amplified by essence, a barrier that not even the voids existence could break through, was unfurled.

Kwa-gwang-!

The next moment, the shield exploded, and shards scattered in all directions.

Legs were pushed in all directions, and fragments flew through the gaps in space.

In that instant, Ians pupils turned purple, then flashed red again.

Ian pushed Maeves body aside.

I will decline the request with respect. So, please take care of your surroundings Sir.

He turned his body as he spoke.

Thud, thump-

An area about the size of a palm, with cracks forming on the surface, glowed pale yellow.

Quaaah-

A white flame shot straight out, piercing through the gaps in space.

The legs writhed as if convulsing.

Kki-eeeex-!

A shriek that scratched at the eardrums burst forth from beyond the void curtain.

The eyes behind the curtain burst one by one as they turned ripe.

Ian laboriously stepped forward, exhaling fire until the end.

The legs retreated into the gaps in space as if convulsing in pain.

The shattered space slowly reassembled, regaining its original form.

The fire subsided.

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Regis, standing there with his body bent, appeared before them.

Ian gripped the hilt of his sword and whispered.

Your disciple almost died. Are you just going to watch?

Though it was a contemptuous remark, it carried a Sword of Condemnation as faint divine power surged.

Regis urgently reached out his hand.

Wait.

Without hesitation, Ian lifted the sword.

Crack-

Regis remaining waist barely held on before it was cut into pieces.

Ian swung his sword relentlessly.

Crack! Cracck!

Regis arms were severed.

Finally, Ian pressed down Regis neck with his foot, bending over him.

Let me tell you one thing.

He murmured.

The one youve served isnt a true ancient god. Its merely a pet kept by the gods.

What do you mean?

Serk-!

Ians sword sliced through the connection between Regis head and body.

Gyaah- Aaaah-!

A scream erupted from Regis mouth.

With a swift motion, Ian stood up, his foot on Regis face. He turned around to look.

With the sword gripped like a staff in both hands, Maeve stood barely on her feet.

Ian said.

Seems like the Sir should do wonder to this.

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