The instant Ninue revived, the coarse stitches on her mouth fell directly to the ground.
"I will settle every single thing you've done to me!"
The moment all the blood returned to her body, Ninue cleanly plunged her hand into her own head, then, accompanied by brain matter and bone fragments, tore out everything inside her skull.
One eyeball dangled by connecting blood vessels, looking utterly repulsive. But her once sensual lips curved into a chilling, unsettling smile!
"I! Am! Free!" Ninue enunciated each word!
The Doctor had already pressed the bomb's detonation button, and Lieutenant Zorin held her scythe horizontally before her. Neither of them panicked; they immediately chose to react. As staunch members of the Last Battalion, they wouldn't succumb to madness in fear, for they were already madmen!
Filled with a belief in self-destruction and the destruction of everything!
The mithril bomb exploded as intended, but only with a dull thud, like a fart! The explosive force was contained within Ninue's palm by an invisible restraint. The holy water container shattered in the explosion, the holy water vaporizing in the high temperatures, and the mithril cast the restraint into a visible form!
A glistening silver metallic sphere shimmered in Ninue's hand!
Her head, which Ninue had crushed with her own hands, returned to its original state as if time had reversed. Her beautiful face now held a smile mixed with relief and hatred. Ninue's exquisite body finally gained color; this graceful woman reappeared here in the form of a living being. Her delicate features and vibrant, fair skin were utterly seductive.
Her flowing long hair made her appear exceptionally beautiful. A sheer, gauze-like outer garment draped over her body, exuding sensuality with every movement. Her tantalizingly revealed form was enough to stir desire in any being with human aesthetic sensibilities.
However, her sharp, wrath-filled voice left the few people present with only one emotion: fear!
"You first!" Ninue pointed at Lieutenant Zorin, her palm seemingly grasping Zorin's muscular body, then slowly closing. Lieutenant Zorin immediately felt her body begin to constrict under immense pressure, and this restriction felt like it was draining power from her. A sense of weakness, something that should never appear on her, was now terrifyingly real.
"Who… do you… think… I am!" Lieutenant Zorin squeezed out a few words, each uttered with great difficulty. Her heavily tattooed arm strained against the invisible barrier.
In Ninue's eyes, a spread of darkness immediately erupted! The darkness opened its fangs like a devouring beast! Zorin was not human, or rather, there were no humans in the Last Battalion in the normal sense of the word.
They had developed vampire transformation technology from Mina Harker's body, and through their past collaboration with Rasputin, the occult had opened a small crack for them. That stolen power was not useless! Illusions and souls!
This was Lieutenant Zorin's power. Through the tattooed spells on her arm, she could wield this eerie power without fully understanding its meaning. Invading souls through illusions, pilfering fragments of memory from others' minds. This was a method to dismantle enemies psychologically!
The power within the tattoos, personally etched by Rasputin, was enough to ensnare even Ninue, the Blood Queen!
Rasputin, a notorious sorcerer in human history, arguably one of the most famous. His magical power was no longer beneath Ninue's; however, due to the discontinuity of knowledge, he had not achieved a long lifespan. Ninue, the infamous Blood Queen, fundamentally wielded immense power with a human soul. If the first to discover the Dark Dimension hadn't been the sorcerer Dormammu, she and Rasputin would also have possessed the qualifications to become Dimension Lords! This contest was evenly matched!
The tattoos on Zorin were merely a medium for Rasputin to use his power!
Ninue's soul was being invaded; the power that could have killed Zorin had ceased its constriction. Zorin gradually reviewed Ninue's memories until she saw a slumbering, grotesque queen with two pairs of spider legs on her back!
Andariel!
The Maiden of Anguish! The moment she descended into this world, she had chosen Ninue, who was confined alone in a box. That tormented soul, whose time was blurred by darkness, remained vibrant under the influence of some magic!
Yet, in its torment, it emitted a putrid, sour stench! But for Andariel, it was an intoxicating sweetness!
Time was a protracted torment. This suffering and anguish brought Andariel an inner pleasure. If this torment continued, Andariel would soon fully revive. But just then, Ninue's head was freed. That pain transformed entirely into a desire for revenge and destruction, so Andariel did not gain much power.
"What is that?"
The instant Zorin saw Andariel's figure, even her last shred of sanity shattered! Each of the Seven Great Evils of Hell was an embodiment of malevolence. Each could make those not powerful enough, upon gazing at their forms, perceive the rules flowing within their bodies!
Zorin's words had devolved into broken whispers; her soul, upon directly looking at Andariel, plunged into torment!
"Get out!"
Ninue, as Andariel's chosen host, did not detect anything amiss within herself.
The moment Zorin's soul collapsed, she launched her counterattack! Rasputin's power did not have a master, and its influence on her was not long-lasting!
This was a contest on the same plane, and the masterless power began frantically squeezing Zorin's body to survive. Even with her vampiric modifications, Zorin's body could not endure such consumption! In the blink of an eye, Lieutenant Zorin was reduced to a handful of ashes, vanishing in azure flames.
Swoosh!
Captain Belbruv's figure appeared on Pendle Hill! As the strongest military force of the Last Battalion, he had remained nearby.
Father Anderson had been severely wounded because of his presence, and in turn, this powerful werewolf had paid a heavy price.
Captain Belbruv, with his remaining arm, grabbed the Doctor by the back of the neck and left the scene before Ninue could fully recover from the previous confrontation. Golden holy flames still burned on his severed limb.
Neither severing the arm nor submerging it in water could extinguish these flames! Anderson's flames were searing his soul!
"Last Battalion! Before you can destroy the world, you will painfully die in my plague!"
Ninue finally regained full consciousness.
Beneath her beautiful face was a furious rage of humiliation and vengeance!
(End of Chapter)
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