Villainess X Villain: They are obsessed with each other!-Chapter 65 -: 64 Decent of the Goddess of Death!
Elizabeth shot into the air like a rocket, landing right in front of Uriel with a powerful flap of invisible wind.
Her long hair whipped wildly around her face, eyes blazing with pure fury and killing intent.
Anyone who saw her expression knew one thing: someone was about to die.
At the same time, the commander of the Paladins leaped skyward and crashed straight into the Visionary.
Behind Kon, a tall figure appeared in a swirl of dark smoke, Guillotine, the leader of the group called Guillotine.
"Go," Guillotine said in a low, calm voice. "Help the others take down the professors and the dean."
Kon clicked his tongue. "Tsk!" He turned to move—
But Elizabeth’s voice cut through the chaos like a blade.
"You dared to do something you should never have done..."
She spoke slowly, each word dripping with rage.
"Infinite Cast: Space Distortion!"
The moment the words left her mouth, tiny glowing runes appeared all over her body.
They shone with bright white light, covering her arms, neck, and chest like living tattoos.
She slowly raised one hand toward Kon.
Kon stared, confused at first.
Then Guillotine’s eyes went wide with terror.
"Run!!!" he roared, lunging forward to block whatever was coming.
Too late.
Elizabeth made a simple grabbing motion with her fingers.
*Grab!*
Kon froze.
The air around him twisted and crunched. He looked down in shock.
"This...?"
*BOOM!*
The space from his neck upward simply... vanished.
His head disappeared in an instant, gone, like it had never been there.
Blood sprayed in a perfect arc, and his body dropped like a ragdoll.
"Kon!!!"
Ron, locked in combat with Professor Jaya, whipped his head around.
His eyes bulged in horror when he saw his twin brother’s headless body hit the ground.
Not just him.
Everyone froze.
Guillotine’s face turned deathly pale.
Reaper’s scythe slipped a little in his grip.
Zalanara hissed in fear.
Even Dean Orin, the Paladin commander, and the rest of the church side stared in stunned silence.
The whole battlefield went quiet. You could hear the wind.
Uriel couldn’t see, but he felt the wave of his mother’s anger rolling off her like heat from a fire.
He stayed perfectly still behind her protective stance.
Elizabeth glanced back at him without turning fully.
"Go to safety," she said softly, so quietly only he could hear.
"You and your main body are going to pay dearly for hurting yourself like this."
Uriel’s face turned a little red under the blood. He looked embarrassed.
"You... knew?" he whispered back.
"Hmph!" Elizabeth let out a sharp snort.
She rose higher into the air, floating like a storm cloud ready to strike.
Every eye turned to her.
Dread filled the faces of the enemies, Guillotine, Reaper, Zalanara, Ron. Their confident smirks were gone. Replaced by pure fear.
Guillotine mumbled, voice shaking, "4th Heavenly Trial...? But how? She was only at the 2nd... The runes, the aura... it’s definitely 4th level..."
Elizabeth heard him.
She clenched her fist so tight her knuckles cracked.
"My husband told me to hide my true strength," she whispered, mostly to herself.
Her voice was low, dangerous, and full of motherly rage. "But how can I stay hidden... when trash like you tries to harm my child?"
The white runes on her body flared brighter.
Ron snapped out of his shock.
The moment the numbness faded, pure rage exploded inside him like fire.
"You crazy bitch!!!!"
He roared so loud it hurt the ears.
His sword flashed as he lunged straight at Elizabeth, eyes wild with hate for the woman who had just killed his twin brother.
"Nooo!!!!" Guillotine screamed in horror.
He understood exactly what was about to
happen, but it was already too late.
"Infinite Cast: Space Bomb!"
Elizabeth’s voice was ice-cold.
The air around Ron’s stomach twisted and bent like paper being crushed.
A small black spot appeared in the center of his body, a hole in reality itself. It grew fast, compressing everything inside.
Ron blinked once, confused. "Huh?"
*BOOM!*
His whole body exploded in a red mist.
Blood, bone, and bits of his clothes scattered through the air like gruesome confetti.
What was left of Ron rained down in a fine spray.
The battlefield went dead silent again.
Everyone stared.
Guillotine’s face was white as snow.
"How... how can this be?" he mumbled, voice shaking. "How can she be so strong?"
The Visionary stopped fighting.
His mismatched eyes, one pure white, one pitch black, locked onto Elizabeth.
For the first time, fear flickered in them.
The Paladin commander also hovered in the air, watching the rampage like everyone else.
Visionary looked at Uriel, who still stood quietly with his head turned toward his mother.
Blood dripped slowly from the empty sockets where his eyes used to be.
The Visionary let out a heavy breath. "It seems there’s nothing else to do."
He turned to fly away.
Guillotine nodded weakly, ready to follow.
But right then, Elizabeth’s cold voice cut through the sky like a blade.
"And who decided that?"
She raised both hands.
Glowing circles appeared all around her, dozens of them, spinning slowly in the air.
From inside each circle, weapons poured out like a deadly storm: sharp swords, heavy axes, long spears, massive hammers, glowing lances, curved scythes, everything you could imagine, and more.
It was the same spell Julius had used before, Magic Arsenal: Second Form, Weaponry.
But this version was terrifying.
The weapons didn’t just float. They vibrated with power.
The air around them cracked and hummed. Each one looked ready to tear through anything in its path.
Elizabeth’s eyes burned with motherly fury.
"You all walked here on your own," she said slowly, lifting her right hand higher.
The weapons locked onto the remaining assassins, Guillotine, Visionary, Reaper, Zalanara, like hungry wolves spotting prey.
"But the one who decides who lives or dies... will be me."
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The Bloody Trial.
That was the name history would carve into stone, whisper in fear, and scream in legends for centuries to come.
What started as a sacred moment of hope, the awakening of the third Saint after five hundred long years, ended in rivers of blood on the marble steps of the Grand Cathedral of Benigore.
And at the center of the slaughter stood one woman.
Elizabeth Augustus Hayes.
The Matriarch of the Hayes clan.
Mother of Julius. Wife of Nathaniel.
A woman who had not set foot on any battlefield since the day she discovered she was pregnant fifteen years ago.
Until today, she was known by the title The Wise Sorceress.
But from this day forward, her name would echo across the three floating continents and the four stationary lands—
The Goddess of Death!
