Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son - Chapter 366

Chapter 366: [Wedding By Blood] [18] [Rangar Vs Samyaza]
“Come at me.”

They both closed the distance in less than a blink, going all out.

And—.

The space between them collapsed.

Their fists collided, sending a shockwave that reverberated throughout the city.

Another blink.

The entire city turned silent, only the sound of silver bells echoed within the city.

BOOM!!?

A thunderous roar echoed outside the city as both beings collided once again.

Samyaza grinned as he looked at Ragnar holding his fist with his palm.

Just before his attack touched him, Ragnar used destiny to lower his rank for only a split second.

Just enough to suppress his strength to a bearable level.

“Why are you afraid!?”

Samyaza yelled as his body blurred.

Ragnar raised his hand, blocking the kick aimed at his head effortlessly.

“Is destiny the only thing you can use?”

Ragnar grabbed onto his leg as he threw him away.

Samyaza’s wings balanced him midway as he looked up at Ragnar.

A small smile crept on his face as he snapped his fingers.

An explosive sound echoed, and suddenly—everything stopped.

Birds hung frozen in the sky.

Dust particles hovered like glitter.

Even the wind died mid-whistle.

A part of Elohim’s divinity that Ragnar can forcefully use.

Turning reality into a beautiful painting.

But—.

Even in such conditions, after a second Samyaza moved like nothing happened.

It wasn’t hard for him to counter it, and Ragnar didn’t like it one bit.

Without warning, the air around Ragnar thickened.

Samyaza’s free hand clenched, and suddenly, gravity itself became a weapon.

Ragnar’s knees almost buckled as the weight of a mountain crushed his shoulders.

Cracks spiderwebbed through the street beneath him.

The ominous marking on his forehead glowed softly.

The destiny changed.

The gravity returned to normal, but Samyaza had already moved.

Samyaza snapped his fingers, and the air rippled.

Six clones became sixty, each a reflection of Samyaza from alternate realities.

One wielded a blade of crystallized entropy, another a whip of screaming souls.

A third hurled black daggers.

Ragnar looked at them calmly.

His entire eye turned black.

His eyes traced the strings binding the clones to Samyaza’s core.

With a flick of his wrist, he severed them—but the clones didn’t vanish.

Instead, they multiplied, their laughter echoing.

“It can’t save you from paradoxes, Ragnar,” Samyaza’s voice chorused from a thousand throats.

A clone swung a sword.

Ragnar moved to dodge—but blood dripped down his chest before the blade moved.

He staggered, touching the wound in his chest.

“How?”

Ragnar asked as he looked back at Samyaza.

“I struck you yesterday,” Samyaza grinned. “You just hadn’t lived it yet.”

All three Paradox Apostates have abilities granted to them.

Ability to create paradoxical events that may or may not exist.

Ragnar smiled softly.

“Come forth.”

He whispered, looking at thousands of Samyaza with his pitch-black eyes.

“My kingdom.”

The space around them snapped.

One heartbeat later.

Samyaza found himself in an entirely different place.

The orb hovering just above him, frozen in palce.

A forest.

With a thousand-meter tall tree at the center.

The forest was vast, stretching endlessly with trees so massive they seemed to pierce the heavens.

Vines thick as ship masts hung like serpents, and the ground pulsed faintly, as if alive.

Samyaza grinned while Ragnar’s wound healed in an instant.

All he had to do was transfer his injury to the tree.

“You think this can—.”

Before Samyaza could complete his words.

The branches of trees shot up, killing hundreds of ‘Samyaza’ in an instant.

The branches precisely attacked the strings that attached them to Samyaza’s core.

He grinned as he dissolved all the clones willingly.

Without delay, he raised his hand and willed something.

A sword, conjured of pure energy, formed in his hand, its purple hue condensed into a solid shape.

Void energy.

Something that only he and his descendants can use.

Samyaza blurred.

Thousands of interwoven branches moved in between his path.

His sword plunged into the branches, cutting them down with ease.

It didn’t cut but ate away the branches.

But—.

The split second was enough for Ragnar to move.

Ragnar used Elohim’s divinity once again.

The whole place turned into a painting.

Even for a blink, it disbalanced Samyaza.

In that time, Ragnar ‘edited’ the destiny of his punch.

Changing the force exerted by it equivalent to that of a Primordial God Sabaoth.

Just when Samyaza reached close to him—.

Ragnar punched his face with the full force of a Primordial God.

BOOMM!!!

The punch threw Samyaza to the very edge of Ragnar’s kingdom.

Crunch!!!

Simultaneously, one-third of the giant tree was obliterated as Ragnar transferred the recoil before it even hit him.

Jerking off his hand to feel it back, Ragnar floated towards the fallen angel.

Samyaza lay sprawled at the edge of the forest, half-buried in the earth.

Blood dripped from his nose, but his grin remained the same.

“That wasn’t nice.”

He groaned, moving back to his feet.

Ragnar floated above him, his gaze cold, black eyes shimmering with the power of destiny.

Samyaza cracked his neck while mimicking Ragnar.

Once again, a blade of void energy condensed in his hand.

A beam of purple light rushed towards Ragnar in an instant.

Just when Ragnar turned to move.

“This strike will hit him.”

Samyaza’s voice echoed within the kingdom.

Boom!!!

The blade hit him like a raging boulder, splitting his body in half from the middle.

Ragnar’s gaze hardened as his body returned to its previous state.

Though, the giant tree took the damage.

Before he could do anything—.

“Again.”

Samyaza’s voice echoed.

The sword made of void ate away his left arm just as it touched him.

Ragnar returned to his previous state once again.

“Again.”

His legs eaten away.

“Again.”

His right arm.

“Agai—.”

“Gravity works sideways.”

A force hit Samyaza from his side, throwing him away.

Ragnar got a few seconds of rest as he glared at Samyaza, who stabilized himself.

“No one but I can speak within the kingdom.”

Ragnar said, making Samyaza shut his mouth before he could speak.

Not all Avatars have the same abilities; some have abilities that define their personality.

But—.

Every avatar of a single god has one or two abilities in common.

Just like Adon’s ability to impose “rules” in a certain area.

Samyaza, losing his voice, looked at Ragnar with a small smile.

He moved in a blur once again.

A few tree branches broke his speed before he could reach Ragnar.

Ragnar made a curved blade made of condensed mana.

“The first outcome of any event in this zone repeats indefinitely.”

Just as the “rule” was implied.

He slashed his sword down, making a shallow cut on Samyaza’s chest.

And—.

The outcome repeated again and again, making small cuts on his chest until he was heavily injured.

Samyaza smiled.

Creating a paradoxical event, he moved out of the event by never existing in the place.

The wound on his chest healed rapidly as he looked at Ragnar.

Ragnar allowed him to speak by removing the “rule.”

“Aren’t you happy?”

He asked with a light smile.

“You were able to make me bleed.”

Ragnar tilted his head slightly. “Should I be happy by beating down a glorified dog?”

Samyaza mumbled softly. “A glorified dog, huh?”

For a reason he was well aware of… Samyaza felt pissed.

He moved once again.

Their blades collided, sending a shockwave all around.

Samyaza opened his mouth to create a paradox of endless death.

But—.

He stopped midway.

Instead, Samyaza grinned. “Finally, you showed yourself.”

Ragnar looked at him confusedly.

But the next instant, he felt goosebumps all over his body.

Both of their bodies froze in time.

He blinked.

Finding himself in an endless Abyss.

“It’s been a while.”

A voice echoed within the Abyss.

An all too familiar voice.

“Samyaza.”

Sabaoth’s voice echoed once again.

*****

“What should we do brother?”

Sibry’s panicked voice echoed within the destroyed place.

Lysander moved his gaze all over the destruction.

After he had been rescued by his grandfather along with his sister, he had been only standing in one place.

He hasn’t moved or said even a single word.

All he did was look around the place.

How often does it happen when one could witness the fight between demigods?

In the times when demigods are heavily restricted to even move, watching them fight was almost impossible.

But—.

Lysander wasn’t watching them fight.

No.

His crimson gaze was solely fixed on a single figure.

A boy with pristine white hair with a purple undertone fighting the girl wearing a mask.

Even though it has only been a few moments since they started fighting… Lysander could feel it.

They both were stronger than him in every way.

It was hard for him to believe it.

Like his entire reality had been shattered down.

The arrogance that he had in his abilities and power was thoroughly crushed.

Nothing left of it except his lineage.

Lysander clenched his fist, staring at the broken building they were fighting on.

Blood dripped down his hand, but he didn’t care.

“Father.”

He mumbled, his voice barely audible.

“I need to tell father.”

The man who thoroughly trained Lysander to take over Segyal Highbloods.

The one who liked Nerissa and who lost to Ragnar countless times.

The man made of inferiority complex.

Lysander blankly stared at Himmel.

The feeling of everything going south left a bitter taste in his mouth.

****

As if remembering something, she tapped on the air.

“Lilith’s blessing: summon Stolas.”

“….”

The air around us held an all too familiar energy.

Hell’s energy.

The same one that I always feel from my world tree.

A figure soon materialized just beside Zeline.

An owl who stood at almost two meters tall, his legs making half of his body.

His long white feathers fluttered as he sat right beside Zeline.

“Why did you summon me?”

The owl asked, looking at her.

“Help me.”

Zeline replied while I made another sword of condensed mana.

“Why should I?”

The owl asked, tilting his head at an impossible angle.

“Just help—.”

Zeline couldn’t continue her words as I moved.

Before she could react, my blade slashed in an arc aimed at her stomach.

Just at the right moment, two thick spikes materialized, sending a shockwave through my hand.

The spikes broke.

Zeline pivoted back while the owl moved forward.

She raised her chain hook as she rushed towards me while the owl flapped his wings, hovering in the air.

Zeline swung her chain hook with deadly precision, aiming to pierce my side.

A strong gust of wind rushed towards me, formed by the owl.

I sidestepped, my mana blade slicing upward to parry the hook while my open palm aimed at the owl.

A strong burst of mana rushed at him, disturbing his balance.

The mana blade reversed its curve as I slashed once again.

But—.

Stolas let out a low, resonant hoot that sent a ripple of energy through the air.

The sound struck me like a physical blow, nearly forcing me to my knees.

Zeline didn’t waste the opportunity.

She yanked the chain, pulling herself toward me while simultaneously twisting it around my sword arm.

I felt the chain constrict, digging into my skin as she aimed a vicious kick at my ribs.

I released a burst of mana, snapping the chain apart and catching her ankle mid-kick.

With a fluid motion, I swung her around and tried to hurl her toward the owl.

But—.

“Huh?”

Midway she teleported both of us to a different location.

Now, I was falling down from a greater height while she rode the owl.

The wind howled past me as I plummeted through the sky, my senses trying to catch up with the sudden change.

Below me stretched nothing but endless clouds.

“Tch.”

Clicking my tongue, I looked at Zeline, who grinned in satisfaction.

I twisted mid-air, forming a platform of condensed mana below my feet.

The air resistance slowed down my descent.

Using the same platform as a foothold, I jumped up towards them.

Zeline aimed the chain hook downward, intent on pinning me before I reached her.

The owl readied itself for another gust of wind.

I angled my body mid-air.

Just as her hook moved close, I grabbed it before pulling her towards me.

Stolas’ wings helped me further as it sent a strong gust of wind, throwing Zeline off.

But she still didn’t let go of her weapon.

Forming a hand from condensed mana, I stretched the chain until the strain made it straight.

Using the chain itself as a foothold, I started moving towards Zeline.

Just as she noticed, she tried to let go, but I was already at her.

I jumped at her, forming a blade on my hand as well.

Zeline barely had time to react as I swung the mana blade downward, aiming for her shoulder.

She twisted, using the momentum to fling herself sideways while releasing the chain.

Stolas screeched and dove to catch her, but I didn’t give them a chance to regroup.

Using the dissipating chain as a launch point, I propelled myself forward, closing the gap between us in an instant.

Zeline conjured a barrier of mana, but I didn’t slow down.

My blade struck the barrier with a deafening crack, breaking it in an instant.

Just when my blade was close to her neck—.

The place shifted once again.

I barely had time to adjust myself while grabbing a tree branch.

Looking around, I couldn’t find Zeline.

‘This bitch.’

I sighed as I unfolded my wings, moving upwards.

“…”

But—.

The moment I moved up, I saw two beings that made my heartbeat faster.

….Sam and Ragnar.

Hovering mid-air, both unmoving as if they had lost their souls.

“What is Sam—?”

A tingling sensation ran down my body.

It felt like mana whispered something in my ears.

My arm shot up and—.

“Argh!”

Caught Zeline by her throat.

Her dull grey eyes looked at me in surprise.

“Playtime is over.”

I said before clenching my hand to crush her windpipe.

But she teleported herself out at the last second.

I looked around, but there wasn’t any sign of her.

“Fuck.”

I groaned as my focus returned towards them.

Slowly, I floated in their direction.

And—.

Only then did I notice.

I was inside Ragnar’s kingdom.

“….”

Can Zeline teleport even inside someone’s kingdom?

I bit my lips as I moved closer.

But—.

My steps halted as I noticed my reflection on a crystal.

I touched my forehead.

An outline of an ominous reddish marking started carving on it.