A dull longsword and a heartbroken villager

"Does he think that I would soften my heart if I saw someone who looks a lot like his sister?"

"Does being soft-hearted give that girl the right to kill me?"

Betley's voice grew louder and more ferocious.

The rage seemed to materialize into flames, consuming everything around it.

After reaching the peak of anger and hatred, Betley actually laughed, but the laugh was far too ferocious.

From the girl's perspective, who was being thrown away, that smile looked like a demon whose features had been smeared with black crayon, mocking the entire "Mathematical Sciences" and implying that everyone's life was worthless.

"I thought I'd see something interesting." Aphrena's tone was a little disappointed. She had been worried that Betley might suffer because of his soft heart.

Unfortunately, He underestimated Betley's brutality towards cultists.

Even though the girl looked so much like his sister, he could still be so heartless.

Well, the girl was only thrown aside and seriously injured, which in some ways made her very lucky compared to those who died tragically.

This might also be a form of being soft-hearted in disguise.

After all, if Beattie wanted to, the girl wouldn't just be seriously injured; she might have been blown to bits on the spot.

But in that case, the whole scene would be distorted.

“Get out here, Marek,” Betley said in a deep voice to the empty space ahead.

Then someone responded.

Unfortunately, the person who responded was not Marek, whom Betley was waiting for, but another familiar face.

"Bessie, Bessie...it's been a long time."

“No, your real name should be Betley, right?” The person who appeared in Marek's place was Night Frost.

Night Frost, dressed in a long red and black robe, was quite a match for the bloody scene before her.

“It’s you.” Betley raised his eyelids and looked at Night Frost with a hint of boredom.

He had previously considered it an undercover operation, so he still had some impression of Ye Shuang.

The last remaining black-clad ring-bearer.

However, Night Frost looks a bit strange now; black flames are burning all the way from her left shoulder to her left arm.

Without fighting anyone, Night Frost burned her own body.

"Oh, is that what you're concerned about?" Night Frost also noticed that Betley's gaze was fixed on the dark flames on her body.

“It’s just burning something,” she said gracefully, brushing away all the black flames with her hand.

She was cursed by the black dragon after she came into contact with Naruko and Nia.

During this time, she used her flames to burn away the curses, and they were almost completely burned away.

"Lord Night Frost!" Upon seeing Night Frost's appearance, the girl cried out with overwhelming joy, disregarding her own injuries.

For those who follow the "Mathematical Society," Night Frost is their savior.

Others may not believe it, but they firmly believe it.

"Get a good night's sleep," Ye Shuang said to the girl in a rare, gentle tone.

"You're actually being gentle with these people?" Betley looked at Night Frost meaningfully.

"..." Night Frost didn't speak, but simply raised her head and looked at Betley with a contemptuous gaze.

Her hatred for Beatley was quite intense; without Beatley, things might have been different.

Her thoughts might not be so extreme.

However, there are no "what ifs" in this world; what's done is done.

"Now I finally know why Marek specifically asked me to summon him to the Central Continent." As soon as he finished speaking, black flames followed the bloodstains on the ground and burned towards Betley, the one who reeked of blood the most.

However, at the same moment Nightfrost used her power, Betley also moved.

A person skilled in divine arts who doesn't want to engage in melee combat is a failure.

Beatrix's punch, imbued with divine power, was blocked by the purple phantom of the Valkyrie.

"BOOM!!!" As the price for blocking this attack, the Valkyrie phantom shattered instantly.

“From the beginning, Marek never intended for me to do anything.”

"They just want me to be approached by certain people."

“Even if it wasn’t you, it would have been someone else who came knocking.” Yu Bo lifted a strand of hair from Ye Shuang’s ear, and a strong wind blew her long robe.

"In other words, he treated me as an obstacle."

"Thinking about it like that makes me really angry." Night Frost smoothed her messy hair and looked at Betley with cold eyes.

“A checkpoint,” Beatrix muttered to himself, retracting his fist.

"Thinking about it that way, I know who Marek wants you to face off against." He grinned maliciously.

"So it seems you've met the wrong person." The two rings on his hand flashed with a dim light at the same time.

The text on the inner wall of the ring shimmered with a pale blue light.

"There will eventually be those who deviate from the norm and dare to deceive all the gods in the heavens."

One day, this audacious person will no longer be satisfied with cheating in front of the gods, but will want to impersonate the gods.

It's far inferior to the golden variety, but it's comparable to the half-body variety.

If I had to describe Beatrix now in one word, it would be "false god".

"I'm not here to complete the levels, I'm the final boss." The sky collapsed...and the earth cracked? No, only this hall was utterly destroyed.

But now, in the girl's eyes, the surrounding scenery is quite fitting for this exaggerated description.

If Betley was just a demon in the girl's eyes before, now he's a monster capable of destroying the world.

"The messenger of world destruction..." the girl murmured unconsciously, her lips turning pale.

“What nonsense are you talking about? That guy isn’t anyone’s messenger,” Afrena said, looking down at the girl.

He showed the girl his wings without a care.

"Angels...?"

"I guess so," Aphrina replied ambiguously.

"In any case, it's better to keep you in line." He placed his hand on the girl's head.

The girl lost consciousness the next moment and fell into a deep sleep.

Afrena still didn't dare kill the girl; after all, she looked far too much like Betley's sister.

Who knows what Beatrix will do after He takes action?

We'll have to wait until Beatrix returns to figure out how to handle this.

You're saying Beatty might lose? That's not a funny joke at all.

When both rings lit up, the aura emanating from Betley was in no way weaker than that of the silver-grade rings.

He simply couldn't imagine what qualifications this "mathematical" witch had to fight Betley.

It's a bit unfair to say this to the witch, but the moment her enemy became Betley, she could prepare her coffin.

"She won't run around if she falls asleep." Afrena looked at the sleeping girl and sighed.

This adorable sleeping face is much better than that fierce expression from before.

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"Crash—" Beatley mercilessly grabbed Night Frost's beautiful face with his bare hands, dragged her along the ground, and finally slammed her hard against a pillar.

The pillar shattered into pieces, burying Night Frost.

"Shh!" Betley's beast-like arm grabbed at Nightfrost, who was buried, and pulled her out.

"What's wrong? You just collapsed like that?"

"Cheer up, Miss Witch."

"The adorable cultists are all waiting for you to save the world. Defeat me, the final boss, and then go and save the world." Beatrix, holding Nightfrost, delivered a powerful throw.

"Crack—" But a purple phantom took the hit.

"Cough cough..." Ye Shuang, who had narrowly escaped death, struggled to her feet.

However, it is commendable that even after being beaten so badly by Betley, Night Frost still maintained her elegance.

This is probably her reserve, or it could be her stubbornness.

Because of her insistence, she didn't look too bad after being ravaged by Betty.

At least they don't look like the ones who were beaten up.

"This is infuriating," Ye Shuang said coldly, her hoarse voice still revealing disdain.

Night Frost wasn't looking down on Betley's strength; the power of a "false god" was beyond her reach, yet she despised it.

She despised Betley's beastly demeanor.

What is it that Bettley is so fixated on that makes him act this way?

When Ye Shuang was his enemy, she couldn't even feel any so-called "humanity".

How ugly, how despicable, how sinful!

“Ugly,” Night Frost uttered the word.

“That’s right, well said.” Instead of being annoyed, Betley readily admitted it.

One hand transforms into a dragon's arm, the other into a beast's claw; as it walks, it journeys through the abyss, and as it runs, the moonlight follows.

The man's face remained contorted with rage from beginning to end, as if he were about to devour the night frost before him alive.

"People who are obsessed with revenge are ugly."

"I don't even know who you're avenging for." Night Frost's words silenced Betley.

"You're quite the eloquent one, Miss Witch. No wonder you're the ruler of the 'Mathematical Society'."

"You flatter me, Mr. Beatty, who's been playing cat and mouse with me all this time." Night Frost looked around and realized she had no way out.

There is no escape.

From the moment Marek summoned her to the Middle Kingdom, this was probably her destined fate.

No, it should be said that it was destined to be this way from the very moment I received the black ring.

How could she not know that she had been tricked by Marek?

However, as the victim, there was nothing else she could do.

Marek did not harm her or damage her interests.

It simply placed Ye Shuang in a position, a high and "dangerous" position.

She knew Marek wasn't trying to save the world, but she didn't know what Marek truly wanted to do.

Destroying the world? But Marek not only did nothing to harm the balance of the world, he also consistently provided various forms of assistance.

I don't understand, I don't get it.

Language is a weapon, sometimes more terrifying than force.

Using language skillfully is the job of a con artist.

There are no shortage of smart people in this world, and a con artist cannot fool everyone.

Lies will eventually be exposed.

A truly skilled con artist remains calm even when their lies are exposed.

Even if you realize you've been scammed, you don't know what you've been scammed out of, nor do you know what you should do.

"What's going on with this world?" Night Frost asked Betley, puzzled.

What could she have imagined that led her to question Betley, the enemy? Nobody knows.

"What's wrong with this world? Who knows? This world is already a mess, already a terrible world, who can understand it?"