Transmigrated as the Villainess Princess - Chapter 122

Chapter 122: I’ve Seen It
The figure shifted, its hollow eyes fixing on them. Then it raised its hand toward the sky. The crimson clouds above spiraled, revealing a swirling vortex of darkness.

Ahcehera and Richard exchanged a glance.

“Looks like we found the source,” he said.

“Yeah,” Ahcehera replied, jaw tightening. “Now let’s stop it.”

Richard’s eyes widened with recognition as the shadowy figure loomed before them. His breath caught in his throat, and his voice trembled with urgency. “That… that is a Zergousin!”

Ahcehera’s grip on her plasma pistol tightened. “What is it?” she demanded, not taking her eyes off the creature.

Richard’s jaw clenched. “An entity that absorbs death essence and death particles. It feeds on dark matter and dark energy. Its favorite hobby is to birth lots of the same kind!”

Ahcehera’s eyes narrowed as the information sank in. “Birth? How does the dead even give birth?”

Richard inhaled deeply, the glow of the Nether Fire faintly flickering in his irises.

“It will collect corpses,” he said grimly, “then perform a ritual where it harnesses the power of the great demon emperor, the king of dark matter, Zephyrion.”

The name sent a cold jolt through Ahcehera’s veins. Zephyrion.

The entity who haunted the darkest records of intergalactic history, the one who had caused the collapse of entire planetary systems.

She didn’t know how this creature was connected to Zephyrion, but the thought of an army of Zergousins spreading through Agartha was enough to ignite her resolve.

The Zergousin moved again, its shadowy form elongating as it sensed the tension in the air.

Dark tendrils writhed around its body, and its hollow, abyssal eyes locked onto Ahcehera. The ground beneath it cracked, releasing a foul, metallic odor.

“We can’t let it finish the ritual,” Richard said. “If it does, Agartha will become its nest.”

Ahcehera nodded. “We fight now.”

Without another word, she summoned her sword from Cresencia. The blade appeared in her hand with a crackle of energy.

Light energy surged through the weapon, illuminating the shadowed forest with a radiant, golden glow.

The Zergousin hissed at the light, recoiling slightly. The shadows around it twisted violently as if in agony.

Richard raised his hands, summoning the Nether Fire from within his core. His body tensed as purple-blue-black flames engulfed his arms, crackling with fierce intensity.

The fire did not emit warmth but a consuming cold that distorted the air around him.

The Zergousin lunged.

Ahcehera moved first, dashing forward with a burst of energy. Her sword cleaved through the tendrils that shot toward her.

The blade’s light energy burned through the dark matter, slicing the shadowy limbs apart. Each strike produced a sharp hiss as the creature recoiled.

Richard followed, unleashing a torrent of Nether Fire. The flames slammed into the creature’s torso.

The Zergousin screamed, the sound high-pitched and unnatural. The shadows that composed its form wavered and cracked as if splintering glass.

But the creature wasn’t done.

It slammed its fists into the ground. The earth trembled beneath them, and thick, shadowy spikes erupted in all directions.

Ahcehera jumped back, flipping mid-air to avoid the jagged spears. Richard twisted aside, narrowly dodging one that pierced the soil beside him.

The Zergousin’s body rippled, and from the shadows of the forest, smaller figures began to rise.

Miniature versions of itself, less defined, but no less menacing. They screeched as they emerged from the decayed ground.

“Dammit!” Richard cursed. “It’s birthing the lesser minions already!”

Ahcehera’s eyes blazed with determination. She slashed downward, sending an arc of light energy toward the horde.

The blast hit the ground and exploded, incinerating half the newly formed shadows. The remaining ones scattered and lunged at them.

Richard unleashed more Nether Fire, sweeping it across the battlefield. The flames consumed the shadowlings, turning them into crackling ashes.

But the Zergousin seized the distraction.

It surged toward Ahcehera, shadowy limbs coiling around her waist and legs like serpents.

The light of her sword dimmed under the pressure. The shadows constricted, crushing the air from her lungs.

“Agh!” she gasped, struggling against the inky grip.

“Ahcehera!” Richard roared. He turned his flames toward the creature, but the Zergousin responded by hurling Ahcehera’s trapped body at him.

The impact sent them both crashing into the ground. Pain exploded through Ahcehera’s back as she hit the ground. Her sword skidded out of reach.

Richard groaned beside her, the Nether Fire flickering from his arms as the collision disrupted his concentration.

The Zergousin loomed over them. Its form shifted, growing taller. The crimson runes on the portal behind it flared to life, pulsing with the rhythm of a heartbeat.

The creature extended its arms toward the portal. Dark tendrils snaked from the arch, linking with the figure’s body.

Ahcehera recognized the ritual. It was channeling Zephyrion’s power directly. If the process is completed, the Zergousin would become unstoppable.

She met Richard’s eyes. Both understood the stakes.

“Together?” she asked, voice strained.

“Together,” Richard confirmed, gripping her hand.

Energy surged between them. Light and Nether Fire intertwined, forming a volatile, crackling sphere.

Ahcehera gritted her teeth as the energy strained against her body, each particle pushing against the other like magnets in opposition.

“Now!” she shouted.

They thrust their combined power toward the Zergousin. The sphere of energy shot across the clearing like a meteor.

The creature turned its hollow gaze toward the incoming blast, releasing an ear-splitting shriek. The energy sphere struck its chest.

The collision detonated with blinding brilliance. The ground split apart, and the surrounding trees shattered into splinters.

The Zergousin writhed, its shadowy form tearing apart as light energy and Nether Fire devoured it from the inside.

Its screams pierced the night. The tendrils connecting it to the portal snapped. The creature’s body crumbled, fragments of shadow dispersing into the wind.

The portal’s glow flickered, then died. The crimson runes dimmed to nothing.

Ahcehera collapsed onto her knees, chest heaving. Richard sank beside her, his face pale.

“It’s over,” Richard said between breaths.

“For now,” Ahcehera corrected, glancing at the scorched remnants of the battlefield. “But Zephyrion won’t stop here.”

As if to confirm her words, the ground beneath the portal rumbled softly.

The fight had ended, but the war had just begun.