Myth: The Ruler of Spirituality

Chapter 487 - 136: Another ’Laine’?_3

By that time, Tartarus would no longer prevent her from going to the present world, and might even, as a reward, allow her to retain the power bestowed upon her. By then, she herself would be able to blast open the gates of the Spirit Realm with this supreme Divine Power, drag that damned Laine out from within, and hang him in the midst of heaven and earth for all to witness his pitiful state.

However, defeating a God of Sun with the power of a Divine Artifact was, for the current Moya, nothing noteworthy compared to the power Hyperion once held.

Hmm, when that day comes, I’d better find a way to reshape my divine body and return to my former beauty... Then leave behind this ugliest of bodies for every being I once despised to ’enjoy.’

Cronus, Oceanus, not one of you shall escape!

Immersed in pleasant fantasies, Moya felt the destructive desires in her heart were somewhat alleviated, this was not the first time she had done this.

In the absence of a direct outlet for her feelings, imagining how to dismember Laine had almost become her daily routine, while concocting her own perfect future image was another. In this chaotic, Lightless Abyss, it was the only amusement she had.

Although victory was inevitable, it seemed that she still had a while to wait... In her perception, four out of the six Demon Gods had already reached the second layer of the Nine Hells, a swift progress, but still far from enough.

In the cracks of space-time, there seemed to be something, and with the power granted by Tartarus, the veil that should have been impossible for her to see through showed a trace of imperfection.

Indistinctly, it seemed she saw two figures there.

One was a woman’s slim and graceful form, with a captivating appearance. If Moya herself was ’ugliness incarnate,’ then the other was ’beauty manifest.’ Just one glance stirred a fury within the Mother of Demons, spawning the desire to destroy the other.

Yet the thought had barely risen before it extinguished without a trace. For in the next moment, beside that figure, she saw another presence she had long yearned for.

The familiar face, the familiar demeanor, the familiar power... and he was holding the waist of that figure, as if observing the battle from the sidelines.

"...Laine?"

Her eyes wide, incredulous, astonishment surged forth. Moya could not have imagined she would see him here, of all places?

And... how dare he appear before her now?!