Chapter 260: Chapter 185: Lynn’s Ultimate Trump Card
Pantheon.
Countless divine statues stood guard around the grand palace, solemn and profound. Only a few remaining Order Chains dangled from the void, sealing the terrifying existence that made the entire world tremble in fear.
The cold woman in a black dress and white hair wasn’t sitting on the staircase’s edge reading a book as usual.
On the contrary, at this mont, she seed to have lost the usual calm she exhibited. With furrowed brows, she paced back and forth on her tender, pale bare feet.
The skin of her feet occasionally touched the ground, emitting a “tap tap” sound, exceptionally clear in the silent grand hall.
She had ultimately acted impulsively.
After a long while, the Witch sighed softly.
Even after one hundred thousand years of sedinted ti, sotis she still couldn’t suppress the impulses deep within her heart.
But that was inevitable.
Because the Bright Moon Goddess had strengthened the Sealing, her ability to interfere with the ti-space of her believers was extrely weakened at the mont.
If it weren’t for the mark of the Eternal Chosen maintaining the connection between them, she might not even be able to respond to his prayers.
Now, only by significantly influencing Tiya Yohusti’s fate could Lynn loosen the seal again.
Thus, the Witch used her last bit of strength to send her entrusted ssage into Lynn’s mind.
Of course, that wasn’t all.
Besides that, she impulsively attached an image.
Even though the actual situation was not like that, the Witch turned the truth on its head, turning the Bright Moon Goddess, who had been defeated by her, into the victor who tortured her.
She even made herself appear helpless and pathetic in the image.
From a human’s aesthetic view, witnessing such a scene, no man with normal inclinations would remain indifferent.
Lynn was no exception.
Still, this matter was sowhat shaful.
But an intense sense of crisis still made the Doomsday Witch take such action.
Nothing else mattered.
For her opponent was “herself.”
The day she descended into Lynn’s body and had a fierce battle with Ivyst inside the Blood Gate, she had won by a slight advantage. However, judging by the woman’s tactic of “feigned retreat,” she seed to have lost slightly.
Because Lynn’s reaction was intriguing.
He had even developed the suspicion, “Did Miss Witch really alter my mories?”
This indicated that the mory seal was on the verge of breaking.
Regrettably, at this critical mont, the Order Chains had been reinforced by the Bright Moon Goddess, and she couldn’t extend the duration of the seal, only able to watch as things went beyond her anticipation.
With no other choice, the Witch resorted to this desperate asure.
Isn’t it just playing the victim?
Isn’t it just feigned retreat?
Isn’t it just stirring up a man’s protective instinct and sense of guilt?
It wasn’t difficult.
Don’t forget, I am you, a hundred thousand years later.
What you know, I know.
What you don’t, I still do.
What?
As the Doomsday Witch, doing such a thing, doesn’t it feel shaful and degrading?
Indeed, a bit.
However, since he is my only believer, it’s not a big deal.
Moreover, if one strips away the identities of prisoner of the Pantheon and Doomsday Witch and doesn’t view her with the eyes of a god, then she has another identity that may have already been forgotten by many.
A woman.
Yes.
Before she t Lynn, she was a woman who had never opened her heart to any man.
And being a woman, sotis it’s very normal to want to throw a little tantrum without reason.
…
“Are you awake?”
When Joshua slowly awakened from unconsciousness and opened his eyes, he heard a familiar voice beside his ear.
Looking at the old, dark factory in front of him, his brain hadn’t yet caught up.
What place is this?
Why am I here?
Joshua took a deep breath, only to be choked by the thick dust in the air.
The air quality in the Lower City District was really poor, completely incomparable to that of the nobles in the Upper City.
The severe coughing finally brought him fully back to consciousness.
He vividly rembered hearing Lynn say a phrase right before he lost his mory.
“I am the limb connector.”
That guy is the limb connector?
How is that possible?!
Fourth Prince Joshua’s expression was full of shock and anger.
On one hand, he was scared for his current situation; after all, every night the mont he closed his eyes, he saw the image of Eunice being violently killed in front of everyone.
Although he didn’t want to admit it, deep inside he was filled with fear towards Lynn.
On the other hand, it felt utterly ridiculous.
Step back a million steps.
Even if he’s the limb connector, doesn’t he realize what it ans to kidnap a prince?
Especially since he’s ranked fifth at the Holy Oak Selection Institution!
He might very likely beco the king of this country!
Lynn’s action, particularly carrying him away in front of nurous people, publically, was undoubtedly a huge slap to the Royal Family’s face!
Even Saint Laurent VI, who had a very aloof relationship with his children, would never allow such a thing to occur!
The city might very well already be under martial law, with all major powers beginning to hunt and corner him.
With such circumstances, this guy still had the leisure to talk to him?
Fourth Prince Joshua imdiately tried to break free from the chair, but discovered his limbs were tightly bound by black threads.
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