Chapter 244 Master, Woof Woof

Lin En's words fell slowly, causing the goddess Tia, who had her eyes closed, to be slightly startled.

Escape, late night, hypnosis, bed... Along with all kinds of very specific keywords flooding into my mind, the memory that seemed as if it were yesterday even after a hundred thousand years, reappeared before my eyes.

Recalling the burning touch that remained in her palm that night, Goddess Tia's face suddenly turned red, like a cooked crab.

Even though she could calmly talk about this matter in front of Miss Witch and Ivester, it didn't mean that Tia was already a veteran driver.

Compared to Yvesette's passion and unrestrainedness, her personality is actually more calm and introverted.

And the other party in the current incident is right in front of her, and she is the one she has been thinking about for 100,000 years. How can she not feel shy? Even though she is more than 100,000 years old and her words and deeds have matured a lot, in front of the person she likes, she is still the young girl with blushing cheeks.

However, the situation was critical at the moment. Even though she was very emotional, she wanted to hug Lynn immediately. But she knew very well that if she didn't kill Beatrice here, there would be no way to reach a happy future for the two of them.

Therefore, even though she was extremely shy, the moon halo behind Goddess Tia's head still remained intact.

Not only that, she also understood the inner meaning of Lin En's words just now.

The spiritual body of the Witch of the End could dissipate at any time, but Beatrice, in desperate situation, burst out with unprecedented fighting power, which means that the balance between the two sides needs a tiny external force to break.

The original goddess Tia was planning to turn the tide of the battle by burning her soul and inflicting heavy damage on Beatrice.

However, the only result of doing so was that she died on the spot and disappeared in the timeline of one hundred thousand years in the future.

Although she was very unwilling, she was willing to do so if it was for Lin En.

Fortunately, Lynn's sudden awakening changed everything.

But the method he mentioned is a bit too embarrassing, isn’t it?

Even though over the past 100,000 years, every time she recalled her bold behavior that night, her heart would be filled with the excitement of immorality. Sometimes she could not suppress the desire in her heart and would use the memory of that time as a side dish to entertain herself, but she was not a nymphomaniac after all, and could not be as frank as Yvesette.

"Hurry, there's no time."

While his thoughts were in a mess, Lynn spoke again.

The goddess Tia's face became more and more red, and she slowly lowered her head: "That's what I said, but..."

Because she had to maintain the connection between herself and the evil deified Beatrice, she had her eyes closed and could not see the specific situation clearly.

However, before she could finish her words, something surprising happened.

As the masculine scent came towards her, Goddess Tia suddenly felt like she was embraced in a warm embrace.

Ah! In an instant, Tia subconsciously clamped her legs together, and an unprecedented sense of happiness swept over her body.

After realizing what had happened, an extremely strong feeling of shyness and panic suddenly surged into my heart.

"Lynn?! W-What are you going to do?!"

“Since there’s no way to recall the memory of that night, we’ll just have to create it on the spot.”

The boy's breathing was extremely hot, and his voice seemed to reveal unbridled lust.

The next second, accompanied by the sound of cloth tearing, Goddess Tia felt as if she was pounced on by a sexual beast. Every inch of her skin turned a beautiful light pink due to the rise in body temperature.

But deep down in her heart, she is still the conservative and quiet saint.

After realizing that the boy's actions were not fake, she pressed against his chest in a panic: "I, I know! I know!"

The boy's movements stopped instantly and he returned to his initial calmness, as if nothing had happened.

Realizing the other party's true purpose, Goddess Tia breathed a sigh of relief, and her cheeks felt slightly hot.

What a bad guy.

However, after Lin En's commotion, the shyness caused by that memory was instantly diluted a lot.

After all, the Saint Laurent people are all people who like compromise.

The next second, Goddess Tia straightened her back again, clasped her hands together and placed them in front of her chest.

At the same time, the memory scene in front of her instantly flashed back to that night one hundred thousand years ago.

In an instant, Beatrice, who was inextricably linked to Tia, seemed to have suddenly realized something, and the planetary flesh mass floating in the sky and wrestling with the blood-red giant blade suddenly stopped.

Then, an unprecedented roar of anger broke out! "Well done."

Lin En gently touched the goddess Tia's head, then jumped and flew towards the white-haired woman in the sky.

"We'll do that next time when it's just you and me."

The goddess Tia's somewhat shy murmur could be heard faintly from behind.

The blood-red giant blade constructed by the power of annihilation and the supreme authority of the Witch of the End was stuck in the huge body revealed by Beatrice in her mythical form.

The battle seemed to be in a stalemate, but only Beatrice knew what kind of terrible pressure she was facing.

That power seemed to be able to devour and erase His existence and authority, and it was becoming weaker and weaker every minute.

This was a terrifying power that he had never seen in his tens of thousands of years of divine experience.

Especially when the opponent has only traveled across time and space in the form of a spiritual body, his peak strength may be hundreds of times stronger than it is now.

When she thought of this, Beatrice began to panic.

Why would I mess with such a scary guy?

He controlled the mythical body to heal continuously, and strands of vascular-like organisms extended out and spread towards the blood-red giant blade, trying to assimilate this terrible energy with pollution.

This is the only thing He can do at this moment.

After all, just to prevent the body from being split in half, he had already tried his best.

But if this continued, Beatrice knew very well that she would most likely be killed on the spot by the white-haired woman in front of her.

He had made so many preparations for resurrection, but he had already fallen into such a horrible and hideous state. Why?!

Yes, it's all Lin En's fault! He must be killed!!!

However, as soon as this thought came to mind, a shocking electric feeling suddenly pierced into my mind.

In a trance, Beatrice felt something in her heart, and suddenly several memories that did not belong to her appeared in her mind.

That was the memory of Him kneeling beside the bed, holding something long and thick and sliding it up and down.

The whole process is presented from a first-person perspective.

Incredibly real and incredibly detailed.

It was as if the lowly woman serving the man in front of her was herself.

Even though he has degenerated into an extremely filthy evil god, some habits and characteristics that have been etched in his bones for tens of thousands of years cannot be reversed so easily.

Therefore, Beatrice exploded instantly.

Especially when he saw clearly that the being he was serving in his memory was actually the young man he hated so much.

Damn it!!! Lynn Bartleon!!!

Why is it always you!!! You always come out to mess things up at the critical moment, ruining my good things again and again!!!

Rage instantly clouded Beatrice's mind, causing the evil god's power, which she had been exerting at full strength, to fluctuate momentarily.

Very slight, yet real.

It was precisely because of this momentary fluctuation of power that the long-standing stalemate was broken.

"laugh--"

The sound of the blood-red giant blade cutting through flesh echoed throughout the Divine Moon Gap.

Oops!!!

In an instant, Beatrice lost all hope.

However, sometimes, the twists and turns of things always lead to some unexpected situations.

Just when Beatrice thought she was about to die on the spot, the bloody giant blade that was about to split the planet's flesh stopped again.

But this time, it was not caused by His resistance.

Beatrice stared blankly at the huge skeletal hand that stretched out from the bloody door in the distance, and the bloody blade that shot up into the sky from the palm, as if she had sensed something.

The next second, he suddenly burst into an extremely crazy laugh! "Hahahaha!!! This is really outrageous!!!"

"Lynn Bartleron! It seems that even the will of the world doesn't want you to get out of here alive!!!"

As a god, even though her personal strength is far inferior to that of the witch lady, Beatrice has a very broad vision and experience.

There is no mistake in the poem, post, content, and read the book on 6, 9, and bar!

Therefore, He saw through the current situation at a glance.

Looking at the shattered skeletal hand and the flickering blood-red giant blade, the vertical pupils of the planetary flesh locked their sights on the white-haired woman floating high in the sky.

As the initiator of this attack, her face was pale at this moment, and the dark magic patterns extended everywhere like vines, and she seemed to have reached the point of exhaustion.

No matter what, the body provided by Ivester is only that of a sixth-level demigod.

In addition, the weakening brought by the Pantheon and the River of Time and Space was too terrible. Even if Miss Witch wanted to reproduce her former powerful power, she was still unable to do so.

In other words, no matter what, Beatrice is a real god.

It is too far-fetched to think that he can be killed with just a body like this in one blow.

The fact that she was able to injure him to the point where he was left with only one breath was enough to show how powerful the Witch of the End was.

But the other party is still alive after all.

But the deadline for Miss Witch's arrival has arrived.

After that, the only ones left were the seriously injured Yvessite, the unconscious Saint Tia, and the second-level demonized Lin En.

There is no possibility of winning no matter how you look at it.

"That's it!!!" Beatrice's consciousness shouted, "Lynn Bartleton! I am the winner after all!!!"

"As a last word, this is a little ridiculous."

In a trance, the boy's unquestionable calm voice echoed in the gap between the divine moon.

waste!

I shouldn't have believed you! Feeling the powerful force disappearing rapidly from her body and the increasingly weak consciousness of the Witch of the End, Ivester angrily rebuked her after giving up control of her body.

The dawn of victory was clearly before her eyes, and she would be able to return to the basement she had already built with her lovely dog ​​and start a sweet and happy life soon, but in the end, she failed.

If he just chopped the bloody giant blade forward half an inch, he would be able to shatter Beatrice's divinity and resolve the crisis.

But the last half inch of distance could not be reached no matter what.

Everything was caused by the incompetence of that bitch one hundred thousand years later.

Fortunately, she had just had a moment when she chose to try to believe in the other party's strength.

The result? Total defeat! What the hell, what hunting gods? In the end, even his own followers couldn't be protected.

You will continue to fail like this throughout your life, and then die in that prison cell in darkness and loneliness!

Sensing Ivester's anger, the witch bit her lower lip tightly, blood overflowed from the corner of her mouth, her internal organs felt as if the sea was churning, and her consciousness was almost blurred.

Just a little bit.

Just a little bit.

She didn't even have the heart to refute Yvestre's hurtful words. She maintained the posture of holding the sword and chopping, trying to prevent the collapse of the skeletal hand and the bloody giant blade.

She had experienced this feeling countless times in the past 100,000 years, falling into the abyss just before taking the last step towards victory.

She really didn't want to experience that kind of despair and powerlessness again.

Behind him is his lovely believer, and he must keep him alive no matter what.

However, in terms of consumption, Miss Witch made the greatest contribution in the entire battle. After all, this blow that was enough to destroy a god was delivered by her own hands.

But how can the huge distance of one hundred thousand years be crossed so easily?

Even the will of the world played a huge joke on her at the last moment.

Maybe I only need to hold on for one more second. No, just one tenth of a second, and the planetary flesh mass in front of me will be completely annihilated.

However, at this moment, this one tenth of a second is like a chasm blocking the way ahead, difficult to cross.

The witch lady slowly closed her eyes, and an uncontrollable sadness suddenly surged into her heart.

At the last moment when the power was about to dissipate, all that remained in the ears was the shrill scream from the planet's flesh.

No.

There seems to be something else besides those.

In an instant, the witch opened her eyes in disbelief and felt someone hugging her from behind.

It was a warm embrace that belonged to him alone, not very broad, but extremely solid and reliable.

The young man placed his hands on her bloody slender palms, and together with her, he maintained the sword-holding posture that was almost loosened.

"How can such a lowly and shameless guy, a mere incompetent false god who attempted to usurp the body of a believer, stand in front of a great being like you with an equal strength?"

The reassuring words came with great certainty, and Miss Witch took a deep breath.

Looking at the huge blood-red blade that was about to disintegrate in front of him, Lin En hugged her from behind and narrowed his eyes.

He was unable to provide the strength support that Yvesette and Miss Witch needed at the moment.

In this case, we can only give it some illusory idealism bonus.

Thinking of this, he leaned over to the white-haired woman's ear, gently exhaled warm breath, and said words that he had never said to them before.

"Master, woof woof."

Time seemed to stand still at this moment.

The next second, an unprecedented blood-red blade of light burned wildly, and in just half a second it increased countless times, rising into the sky as if it had been injected with chicken blood.

"boom--"

With a swift blow that was fast enough to cut the earth in half, a dazzling red light flashed across the sky.

All existences that stood in the way of this blow inevitably came to an end.

it's all over.

(End of this chapter)