Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son Chapter 487 [Dystopian Elven War] [End]

[Capital City, Tamrial Kingdom.]

Nerissa pushed herself up, trying to stop him.

CRUNCH.

The sound of flesh getting punctured echoed within the place.

A blood leaked out of her mouth as pain crushed her mind, making her montarily unconscious.

Thr pain brust out making her back to her senses.

Her eyes slowly lowered as she looked at the hand punchering her chest.

"Urgh."

A pained groan excasped her trembling lips.

"Pathetic as always."

Ragnar spoke jerking off his hand to throw her away like a trash.

Nerissa gasped for air as her body refused to move, pain assaulting her entire body.

Ragnar finally turned his attention back to Nyria in his grasp.

The divinity of the goddess flowing from her body to his own.

A small smile blood on his face as he whispered. "…. Atleast you were worth sothing—."

Ragnar's voice cut short as he felt an explicit feeling running through his body.

He felt like he was under the radar of sothing much bigger….like the world was watching him.

It made him froze in his place…. just like the first ti when he saw Sabaoth.

SWISH!!?

Sothing rushed towards his hand at an unimaginable speed.

Before he could understand, a trail of light flashed past his arm.

Ragnar looked at his hand in disbelief as it slowly slide down from his elbow.

He quickly blipped backwards and the next instant soone landed where he stood.

Ragnar glanced at his severed hand than at the person's solitude from the dust.

A young man hold Nyria in his arm, checking on her.

There were too more solitude on either side of the boy, much larger than him.

Ragnar recorgoinsed the one with long black hair.

"….You." he spoke his voice filled with confusion. "Esray's son?"

Himl slowly got up as he placed the unconscious Nyria under the care of Sekht.

He turned his long white-purple hair flowing under the genlte breeze.

He glanced around finding a half dead Mortis, a broken Mariam and…. Nerissa.

Himl felt an unexplainable feeling burning down his chest.

He turned to look at Ragnar who has his eyes squinted at him.

"The mana…" he spoke grimly. "Why is it all going towards you?"

A child of mana was much more sensitive to mana than any other.

And right now, Ragnar was seeing the colours of mana adorning him like he was it's only child.

The man who was once known as the greatest genius of his era felt sothing abnormal.

….He was in awe.

But it soon turned into anger.

"What the hell you do!?" He snapped at Himl, regenerating his hand. "What the fuck happened to you!!!"

Himl didn't respond as he raised his hand slightly.

When a thunderous sound, Naraka returned to his hand obdently.

"Hathor." Himl spoke gently. "Heal them."

"LIKE HELL YOU WILL!"

Ragnar roared, blinking towards Nerissa's body, He pushed back his leg to kick her.

SWISH!!!

Ragnar forced to move his leg as Naraka nearly cut off it as well.

He moved back but Himl didn't let go, his gaze calm yet colder than ice.

Ragnar got a hold of himself as he get rushed in.

He moved close enough so he couldn't use Naraka.

Spinning on his heels he aid his kick at his face.

Himl brought the handle of Naraka to defend but the weight behind his strike send him flying.

Himl adjusted his body in the air, both the goddess skip the distance along with him.

Because of them having restrictions to only be close to Himl, Hathor couldn't move closer to Nerissa.

"I should have killed you!!!"

Ragnar's snapping voice echoed as he conjured hundreds of spear branches.

"I should have ended you instead of your little lover!"

Himl moved through the Strom of branches with ease.

The information his mind was feeding helped him.

Ragnar's eyes twitched as his attacks failed to land even once.

"How the hell are you—!"

Before he could finish, Himl appeared right in front of him.

Ragnar quickly pushed himself away from Naraka.

The ground beneath Himl cracked as Naraka logged into the ground.

Himl let go of the handle as he whispered. "Hathor."

The goddess waved her hand and in an instant, Ragnar felt a ragging pain.

The tabolism of his body changed.

Ragnar froze mid-step.

A sharp, burning sensation crawled through his veins like molten tal.

"Wh–what did you—" he gasped, but his voice cracked halfway.

Ragnar's skin began to peel—his hair turning gray in re seconds before snapping back to red again.

His body was aging and healing at the sa ti.

The process was chaotic, unbearable.

Himl walked toward him slowly, the ground trembling beneath his steps.

Ragnar got a grip on his body as he stood straight.

"ENOUGH!!"

He roared and used "return to Zero." On himself.

The effect of his body vanished like it was never present.

Ragnar glared at Himl as he raised his hand. "I will humiliate you until you beg, insect!"

He imdiately used Sabaoth's blessing to make Himl return to Prival Rank.

Himl kept on walking but Ragnar had already relaxed his body.

"You think you are special?" He spoke, clenching and unclenching his regenerated hand. "You are nothing infront of —."

His words caught in his thorat when a right hook snapped his mouth back.

Ragnar stumbled back, his jaw twisting from the sudden impact.

It took him a second to understand….

….Sabaoth blessing wasn't working on him.

"What—."

Himl raised his hand as he called Naraka back.

In an instant, the weapon rushed towards him.

Ragnar sensed the danger as he quickly moved back.

A clear panick was on his face.

It was the first ti for him to see soone who can resist the blessing of a Primordial.

And that had really shook him to his core.

But before running away, his gaze moved towards the World Tree.

Ragnar twisted his hand and a chakram frod.

He throw it towards the World Tree.

Ta-damp!

Himl rushed towards him but a loud heart beat echoed in his head.

When he blinked he wasn't in Lumina anymore.

Instead, he floated with an enormous being right infront of him.

The eyes of the being glared at him.

Himl's mouth parted slightly. "…Sabaoth."

He blinked again as he found himself back in Tamrial Kingdom.

THUD!!!

A loud sound grabbed his attention as he saw the World Tree, Falling down.

Ragnar was no where to be found as well.

Himl ignored the World Tree as he ruahed towards Nerissa's unconscious body.

Himl slid to his knees beside her, his breath uneven.

Nerissa's chest barely moved, her blood soaking through the cracked stones beneath her.

He pressed his palm against her wound, mana flooding out instinctively.

"HATHOR!"

Himl yelled and the goddess imdiately got to work.

She waved her hand and the mana from the around them trembled.

She began casting the spell that covered the entire area of the palace.

Golden light spread like ripples through water.

The shattered palace floor began to glow, and the air itself vibrated with divine power.

Himl brought her closer to him as he desperately waited for her to awake.

But as ti passed away, her body began to heal slowly.

The wound on her chest healed and at the sa ti, her breath beca steady.

Yet….

She didn't woke up.

Her body was healed but she was still unconscious.

"Inna." Himl spoke gently. "….Why is she not waking up?"

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There was pain in her voice that made his skin crawl.

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