Chapter 400: Chapter 240: The United Front of Chasing the Husband is Achieved!_2
It seed that at this very mont, the only thought harbored deep within her heart was to make this bitch in front of her taste the consequences of her stealthy indulgence.
“You… Which hand did you use to help him with?”
Miss Witch’s voice echoed in the Divine Moon Gap.
This was the first ti Lynn had seen the Miss Witch, whom he had always respected and longed for, reveal such a side.
In his mory, she should have been more aloof and disdainful of the world, not one to be swayed by emotions due to any event.
And the culprit responsible for the scene before him was none other than himself.
Lynn took a deep breath.
Even Lynn did not know what sort of chaotic emotions the Doomsday Witch was feeling at this mont.
This feeling even surpassed the hatred and resentnt she once had for the world.
Because there was only one reason.
She was far behind everyone else.
Just as Ivyst had hinted before.
She was nothing but a shadowy woman living out the rest of her life in a prison ten thousand years later, relying on the mories Ivyst had left behind.
She had never personally experienced any of the intimate interactions that had happened between her past self and Lynn.
That was already a deep-seated inferiority Miss Witch had buried deep within herself, but due to being sealed, even if there were unrealistic fantasies in her heart, it was hard to put them into practice.
Of course, the most crucial aspect was the matter of identity.
The her from before had tried to use the relationship between a deity and a believer to keep Lynn tightly bound to her side.
This thod proved to be very effective, and with modified mories, the Doomsday Witch successfully beca the existence Lynn most longed for.
But this also brought about disadvantages.
The two of them rarely t in ordinary days, and there was also the barrier of deity and believer, which though made Lynn long for her, also brought with it a great sense of distance.
This sense of distance caused the relationship between Miss Witch and him to co to a halt.
Even if she took the initiative to propose an embrace or a kiss, he would mostly choose to refuse.
Not to ntion going further and helping him with his desires.
Because in Lynn’s eyes, she was indeed equated with the concept of “Goddess.”
And now, upon knowing that even Goddess Tiya of the Bright Moon, whom she looked down upon, had engaged in such an extraordinary act with Lynn in private, Miss Witch’s defenses crumbled instantly.
Being extrely close in personality to Ivyst, she naturally possessed an insurmountable competitive spirit and possessiveness.
At this very mont, these emotions, mixed with jealousy and hatred for Goddess Tiya, surged out uncontrollably.
This is bad!
Miss Witch wants to kill Tiya!
Realizing this, Lynn instinctively raised his head and looked towards the girl being held up in the air.
He intended to use his gaze to signal Tiya not to resist Miss Witch anymore, nor to make any more provocative acts that could complicate matters as she had done earlier.
However, upon their eyes eting, Lynn froze.
He thought he would see a hint of regret in Tiya’s eyes, as well as a blaming sentint for his current cowardly behavior.
Unexpectedly.
It wasn’t until he looked up that he found the girl’s gaze seed to have been resting on him from the beginning, never drifting away in the slightest.
She seed to bear no rancor towards his actions.
Without uttering a word, she conveyed all her inner thoughts through those tender and gentle green eyes.
As if to say.
It’s okay, Lynn.
In a trance, he vaguely realized that the being before him might not be the Tiya he knew.
He seed to understand sothing, and finally grasped the profound significance of the gaze that had endured for a hundred thousand years.
Lynn took a deep breath.
At this point, to bla himself for his past choices would be the act of a coward.
A so-called man should not only have the ans and courage to establish a harem but also possess the ability and determination to settle the chaotic scene.
Escaping incessantly and, in the end, shifting all the bla to them with their distorted personalities is truly a despicable act.
And yet, despite this, Lynn could not imagine any way for the four won, including Saintess Tiya, to coexist peacefully.
Their very existence seed like natural enemies, only with the complete annihilation of one side could the hatred be resolved.
This was like a microcosm of human society.
Even the seemingly thriving Saint Laurent Empire was, in fact, internally rotten to the core, with various factions and forces constantly engaged in fierce political strife, where a slight misstep could result in a life-or-death situation.
Yet, even in such a chaotic and complex power structure, there was a possibility for a temporary truce under certain extre circumstances.
That would be by establishing a common enemy.
This enemy had to be powerful enough to cause these factions to temporarily join hands and pool all their strength together to turn the tide of defeat.
Such circumstances were not uncommon.
Even Lynn, from his previous life, had learned and clearly understood how many nations in history had gone to war to divert internal disputes.
Therefore.
Even with his mind in chaos, Lynn knew that he had to step forward and end it all.
During the previous fight with Beatrice, he had inflicted many subtle wounds on her and allowed the Creation Demon’s power to seep into them.
This was a layout Lynn had set from the beginning.
Once things progressed to the point where he had to fall into the Bright Moon Divine Country with It, the remnant Creation Demon Power in Beatrice beca the anchor and coordinate.
But now, due to the appearance of the three won, things had not developed to an irreversible stage.
Though none of the three won before him had reached Divine Level, the presence of any one of them unprecedentedly triggered Beatrice’s Divinity alarm.
That was why It chose to stand by and watch the changes for the ti being.
However, how could Lynn so easily let go of this existence, which could perfectly serve as a formidable enemy?
In the next second, accompanied by the stimulation of the Demon Power remaining in Beatrice’s body, Its body suddenly trembled.
It was an intense urge that It had forgotten for a long ti, originating from below the lower abdon, continuously radiating a tingling and warm sensation that made It instinctively clench its legs.
That was… the sensation of being a woman.
In an instant, the hate and rage that had just subsided surged up again.
“Die!!!”
The violent Evil God Power mixed with nonsensical utterances and corruption transford into a pitch-black storm sweeping towards Lynn in the distance.
Seeing this, Ivyst’s dark eyes flashed with lethal intent, ready to erase the opponent’s attack.
But before she could act, she saw the young man in her arms once again activating that Extraordinary Ability related to the Ti Domain.
Ti Concealnt, activate!
No need for too much, just borrowing one second from ten minutes in the future would suffice!
When Lynn’s figure dropped out of the temporal rift, he had already appeared hundreds of ters away from the three won.
There was the entrance to the Divine Kingdom Gate, and upon lifting his gaze, he saw Beatrice looking at him with a ferocious expression.
It did not know whether this guy was crazy or what, but following the logic of not letting a duck delivered to the door escape, It instantly acted in zero fras, piercing Lynn’s chest with sharp fingers.
“Cough…”
Blood imdiately spilled from Lynn’s mouth as his face paled, and he hung his head.
Seeing this, Beatrice looked at him with disdain.
How could a being that had fully transford into a Demon form spew blood like a human?
Moreover, if such physical ans were effective, this indestructible vermin would have been completely wiped from the world by It long ago, so why would It have waited until now?
Nice acting.
Watching the young man’s pitiful state, Beatrice sneered inwardly.
However, at so mont, a human and a divine being inadvertently t each other’s gaze.
It might have been an illusion.
From Lynn’s eyes, Beatrice actually perceived a trace of pity.
As if saying: You’re finished.
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