A Villain's Way of Taming Heroines

Chapter 305: Miss Puppet’s Remorse - III

Hiss—!

The next second, an intensely fierce column of light rose from the already tottering, completely deformed armor below, engulfing Seraphina's forearm in an instant. She felt the intense impact of that pure energy but did not withdraw her hand, instead laughing and saying:

"This is how it should be!"

The momentum of that arm did not decrease, but in an instant, it was almost entirely carbonized, and because it was not withdrawn, it continued to be scorched by the light column, the carbon on the arm being eroded away in a very short time. Her arm was almost completely destroyed, but Seraphina still resolutely delivered that punch.

Crack—!

Under that torrential barrage, a piece of armor was finally split open by Seraphina, who then contentedly withdrew her hand, symbolically stepping back a few paces and looking down at her "barely remaining" forearm.

"It's going to be a bit troublesome to grow this back... I don't really want to drink Ansel's potion, it's a waste."

She shook her arm frustratedly, now only charred bones and a few strands of charred flesh hanging from the bones, and after a couple of shakes, she flung the remaining piece to the ground.

At the carbonized break, the carbon was peeling away rapidly, fresh, wriggling flesh buds and visibly growing white bones appeared, which looked quite unsettling.

"... I didn't want to use my last resort here, Miss Marlowe."

The steel armor, now battered and deformed by Seraphina, radiated light: "This was a spell I intended to activate only when facing someone trying to save Ziegler."

"You are indeed persistent." Seraphina raised an eyebrow slightly, "The little one has no grievance with you, right?"

"Because the only one I can kill, who also has value as an object of revenge, is her."

The girl paused for two seconds, then couldn't help but laugh: "To articulate bullying the weak and fearing the strong with such righteousness, you are quite a character—"

Boom!

What was originally a silent beam of light suddenly erupted with a tremendous noise. Seraphina, who had twisted her body to dodge, slowly turned her head to see a sword mark over ten meters long, likely having pierced through two floors and still penetrating four or five rooms, symbolizing the lethal power of that strike.

"Limited to close combat, your options are too restricted."

Seraphina glanced at her hand, nearly consumed by the armor's fiery glow from her punch, and her arm, now only partially recovered, then licked her rosy lips.

"No matter, I'll take it slow."

Though recklessness is not an option, as long as she maneuvers carefully and becomes accustomed to the burn of the light flames, victory will be hers.

"... Take it slow, you say?" Conrad mused, then suddenly bursts into laughter.

"Ha..hahahahaha! Take it slow, indeed, take it slow!"

With a roar, Conrad unleashed a devastating sword light, which Seraphina nimbly avoided. Conrad then bellowed, "In your eyes... Am I merely a sparring partner for you to take your time with? Just as my father was to that damned empress, a disposable nobody, right?"

Seraphina was startled by his outburst: "What are you ranting about? It wasn't me who killed your father."

"Hydral... Empress... all those Divine beings!"

"Those monsters should never have existed in this world! They are the ones who destroyed the empire, who ruined the entire world! This world... was never meant to be like this, destroyed by these monsters!"

Conrad had completely lost his sanity, his blasphemous words frightening some fifth-stage observers into cutting off their viewing, fearing the empress's wrath might fall upon those who heard these words.

The armor's light intensified, and Conrad's roar grew louder: "Without these monsters, how wonderful the empire would be, my father, I... our family... how great our family would have become! All because of... merely because of a mistake, a mistake that wasn't even my father's! A mistake, for not pleasing that madwoman!"

"The three-hundred-year glory of our family, to be destroyed like this?"

"You, the Tower of Babel, Ziegler, the empress... and Hydral!"

Conrad, roaring, raised his longsword high, its light intensifying, the energy seeming to level the entire floor: "A bunch of scum, beasts... die, all of you!"

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