THE VILLAIN'S POV Chapter 778 Execution in Silence (2)

Fury ignited within Beatrice as her aura burst forth explosively.

"What is the meaning of this, Mergo?!"

She bellowed.

Mergo nonchalantly dug a finger into his ear, completely unperturbed.

"No need to yell, Lady Beatrice. I can hear you perfectly well."

The elderly man grinned, his stare piercing and deadly.

"Don't glare at me that way. We've despised each other for ages, after all."

Mergo grew utterly grave.

In retaliation, Beatrice released her complete strength.

"Do you truly believe you and that useless servant of yours can halt me?!"

She deflected Mergo's sword aside and jumped back.

Witnessing this, Mergo rubbed his head and let out a sigh.

"I'm fairly certain I could beat you... but there's no requirement for me to do so."

While he uttered those words, a terrifying force pressed down from out of nowhere, overwhelming all in its path.

Beatrice's face turned completely grim.

Mergo, on the other hand, beamed widely.

"My role is finished. Your real foe has shown up."

The Golden Witch pivoted, surveying her environment... and the closer she looked, the more profound her scowl grew.

"So many auras... every one SSS-class..."

Terror now plainly marked her features.

Figures appeared one after another, encircling her from all sides.

A woman with dark skin and a ferocious aura, gripping a huge bow.

An elderly man stooped over, bearing an old sword.

A young lad hovering in mid-air, manipulating waves with dreadful power.

And an odd fellow clutching a gigantic spear.

The quartet surrounded Beatrice.

They refrained from striking...

they merely confined her, blocking every avenue of flight.

Mergo and Maria mirrored the action, obstructing her retreat via the gate.

Then, mere moments afterward, Beatrice caught the sound of heavy footfalls... someone moving toward her amid the shadowy woods.

She spun toward the noise, her thoughts frantically seeking a way out.

In seconds, she assessed every entity nearby.

"None of them are employing magic... I still possess an opportunity!"

Relying on her sorcery, Beatrice felt assured she could escape.

She maintained numerous magic circles and snares dispersed over Earth.

In the worst case, she could shift to one and flee.

That formed her strategy.

Thus, the Golden Witch cast her incantation... yet it crumbled right away, as though it had never been there.

At that instant, Beatrice stiffened...

as the intruder's steps intensified and drew nearer.

"My magic... it's not functioning?" Beatrice murmured, dread infiltrating her tone.

She raised her gaze to the origin of that aura.

By now, Beatrice had already identified precisely who it was.

"That's impossible... he's way too far away... he shouldn't be able to cancel my magic from such a distance..."

The witch uttered as Frey Starlight finally stepped into view before her.

The second she beheld his visage, every fiber of her being urged her to react—

to take some action.

Those shadowy eyes...

A single glance sufficed for Beatrice to comprehend that this wasn't the identical youth she had confronted previously.

He had formerly been a hurt wolf, battling in isolation.

Presently... he had transformed into a wild creature whose boundaries she could no longer gauge.

"He shouldn't be able to block my magic from that distance... that's what you're pondering, Witch Beatrice," Frey stated icily, his eyes shimmering with violet glow.

What Beatrice remained unaware of was that Frey's Anti-Magic had advanced well past its former state.

It could now encompass a tremendous expanse.

Anti-Magic: Max Level

Should Frey concentrate his entire might, the scope of his anti-magic would expand to such immensity that the majority of mages would cease to threaten him... regardless of their potency.

Positioned in front of Beatrice, Frey reached out his hand.

Dark energy swirled around the witch, pulling her toward him like a lure to metal.

Frey grabbed her by the neck, squeezing firmly as he easily hoisted her upward.

Beatrice quivered in his hold, fighting hard merely to draw breath.

A derisive grin appeared on Frey's lips.

"How peculiar... you're the exact witch who almost ended my life a year back.

And now, here you stand—totally helpless, battling simply to endure... a existence wholly under my control."

His murderous intent stabbed into Beatrice like a dagger.

"Previously, you manipulated me within your grasp.

Now... you're the one ensnared in mine.

How ironic, wouldn't you agree? The manner in which destiny toys with us."

Frey emitted a soft chuckle as Beatrice's form shuddered fiercely.

She was unable to talk.

She was unable to cry out.

Just her gaze pleaded for clemency... desperately holding onto existence.

The Golden Witch had plunged into total hopelessness.

She recognized her utter entrapment.

Her odds of living had dropped to nothing.

Frey regarded her briefly, recollections rising...

the chase over the Ultras Continent...

the calamities it had inflicted on him and his allies.

Beatrice had sparked it all.

And she had also borne indirect blame for the fates of Clana and Danzo, reduced to tormented spirits inside him.

"Join them... and endure torment forever, you vile witch."

With a mere gesture of his hand, Frey released a colossal surge of aura that engulfed Beatrice entirely... and with one quick snap...

He obliterated and vaporized the whole upper portion of her body, turning it to powder.

The remaining lower part of her remains tumbled to the earth as blood and infernal debris sprayed in a horrific display.

Frey faced the remnants of her, his expression thoroughly icy and emotionless.

All of this transpired beneath the gaze of the Shadow Sect's warriors...

along with Mergo and Maria.

The inebriated elder remained silent.

Events had unfolded precisely as intended.

A few days prior, following the climactic confrontation, Mergo had encountered Frey and fulfilled his vow... to align with him once humanity endured the War of Darkness.

At present, with the Shadow Sect's aid, the Imperium at last possessed a genuine shot at triumph.

Mergo and his group... coupled with a substantial faction of the Ultras... had turned against the demons and forsaken them, opting to battle on humanity's side.

And the linchpin to it all...

...was Frey himself.

The instant Beatrice perished, Frey halted motionless.

He exhaled deeply.

"Finally... it's finished."

His ultimate goal stood achieved.

He had attained the concluding phase of Shadow Adaptation... and through it, he would shortly reveal the authentic essence of the System.

The very moment the aim was realized, Frey turned perfectly still.

An odd white radiance filled his eyes.

His countenance grew blank—completely vacant—

as though he no longer inhabited his form.

At once, the Shadow Sect's warriors dashed forward and established a solid barrier around him, safeguarding him... beneath Mergo and Maria's vigilant watch.

Subsequently, out of the shadows, two entities surfaced... presences that had lingered here throughout, yet concealed.

The initial one was a colossal four-legged behemoth... Fulghor.

And next to him... the blue-eyed Gehrman.

The Engineer positioned himself in front of Frey's immobile frame and issued his commands.

"Guard him with all your strength. He won't manage movement for some time."

Gehrman then settled close by, monitoring the occurrence.

With Frey having accomplished his last mission...

He would at last break his bonds

and unlock his genuine capabilities.

For the interim... their responsibility was to shield him...

and anticipate the impending events.