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

Fury ignited within Beatrice as her aura exploded outward.

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

She bellowed.

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

"There's no reason to yell, Lady Beatrice. I hear you clearly enough."

The elderly man grinned, his stare piercing and dangerous.

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

Mergo grew utterly grave.

In reply, Beatrice released her maximum strength.

"Do you truly believe you and your pathetic servant can halt me?!"

She deflected Mergo's sword and jumped back.

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

"I'm fairly sure I could beat you… but that's not necessary."

While he talked, a terrifying force pressed down from above, smashing all in its path.

Beatrice's face turned completely grim.

Yet Mergo beamed widely.

"I've finished my role. Your real enemy is here now."

The Golden Witch spun around, examining her environment .. and the sharper her concentration, the more profound her scowl grew.

"So many presences… every one SSS-class…"

Terror now showed plainly on her features.

Gradually, shapes appeared, encircling her from all sides.

A woman with dark skin and a brutal aura, grasping a huge bow.

An elderly figure bent over, shouldering an old blade.

A youthful lad hovering mid-air, twisting waves with dreadful power.

And an odd fellow clutching a giant spear.

The quartet hemmed in Beatrice.

They refrained from striking ..

instead, they merely confined her, closing every route of flight.

Mergo and Maria followed suit, obstructing her retreat via the gateway.

Moments afterward, Beatrice caught the sound of ponderous steps .. a figure moving closer amid the shadowy woods.

She whirled to face the noise, her thoughts racing for a way out.

In mere seconds, she assessed each aura surrounding her.

"None are employing magic… I can still escape!"

Relying on her sorcery, Beatrice felt sure she could burst loose.

She maintained numerous magical arrays and snares strewn over Earth.

In the direst case, she might warp to one and flee.

Such was her strategy.

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

At that instant, Beatrice stiffened ..

while the strides of the nearing man intensified and drew nearer.

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

She raised her gaze to the origin of that force.

By then, Beatrice recognized precisely who it was.

"That's impossible… he's way too far… he can't suppress my magic from such a distance…"

The sorceress uttered as Frey Starlight stepped into view before her.

The second she glimpsed his visage, every fiber in her being urged her to react—

to take any action.

Those shadowy eyes…

A single glance sufficed for Beatrice to see that this wasn't the identical youth she'd confronted before.

He had formerly resembled an injured wolf, battling in isolation.

At present… he resembled a wild animal whose boundaries she couldn't gauge anymore.

"He shouldn't manage to counter my magic from afar… that's what you're pondering, Witch Beatrice," Frey stated icily, his eyes shimmering with violet glow.

What remained unknown to Beatrice was that Frey's Anti-Magic had advanced well past its prior state.

It could now span a tremendous region.

Anti-Magic: Max Level

Should Frey concentrate his full might, the extent of his anti-magic would expand so broadly that nearly all sorcerers would cease to threaten him .. regardless of their might.

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

Ominous energy swirled about the witch, pulling her to him like a drawn magnet.

Frey clutched her neck, squeezing as he easily hoisted her upward.

Beatrice quivered in his hold, gasping fiercely for air.

A scornful smirk appeared on Frey's lips.

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

And now, look at you—totally helpless, battling merely to endure… a existence fully under my control."

His murderous aura stabbed into Beatrice like a dagger.

"Back then, you played with me at your whim.

Today… you're the plaything in mine.

Isn't it ironic, the twists of destiny?"

Frey chuckled softly as Beatrice's form shuddered fiercely.

She was unable to talk.

She couldn't cry out.

Just her gaze pleaded for pity .. holding onto existence with all her might.

The Golden Witch had plunged into total hopelessness.

She understood she was utterly cornered.

Her odds of living had dropped to nothing.

Frey regarded her briefly, recollections rising ..

the chase over the Ultras Continent…

the calamities it unleashed on him and his allies.

Beatrice had sparked it all.

She had also played an indirect role in the fate of Clana and Danzo, reduced to tormented spirits inside him.

"Join them… and writhe forever, you vile witch."

With a mere gesture, Frey surged a colossal torrent of aura that engulfed Beatrice entirely .. and with one snap…

He obliterated and pulverized the upper portion of her form, turning it to ash.

Her lower body's remains tumbled down as crimson blood and fiendish fragments sprayed in a horrific display.

Frey loomed over her remnants, his expression frozen and emotionless.

This unfolded in the sight of the Shadow Sect's warriors…

along with Mergo and Maria.

The inebriated elder stayed silent.

It had all proceeded precisely as intended.

A few days prior, following the climactic clash, Mergo had encountered Frey and kept his vow .. to ally with him after humanity endured the War of Darkness.

With the Shadow Sect's aid, the Imperium now possessed a genuine shot at triumph.

Mergo and his group… plus a large share of the Ultras… had turned against the demons, switching sides to battle for humankind.

And the linchpin of it all…

…was Frey.

As soon as Beatrice perished, Frey halted abruptly.

He exhaled deeply.

"Finally… it's finished."

His ultimate aim was achieved.

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

The very moment the purpose was met, Frey stood stock-still.

An eerie white radiance filled his eyes.

His look became blank—completely hollow—

as though he had departed his own being.

Straightaway, the Shadow Sect's members surged forward and created a secure barrier around him, guarding him .. beneath Mergo and Maria's vigilant watch.

Next, out of the shadows, two entities surfaced .. ones who had lingered nearby, invisible until now.

The initial was an enormous four-legged behemoth .. Fulghor.

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

The Engineer advanced to Frey's immobile form and issued commands.

"Guard him with all your strength. He can't shift for some time."

Gehrman then took a seat close by, watching the transformation.

With Frey having wrapped up his last mission…

He would at last break free from his bonds

and unlock his genuine power.

For the time being .. their role was to shield him…

and anticipate the unfolding events.