Chapter 202: Chapter 202 Victory Fruit_1
This sudden surprise attack, not only left Sister Neve startled but also the three Great Witches present at the scene completely unresponsive.
With the terrifying arm strength of the hybrid beast, Sister Neve’s neck was snapped in an instant.
Even as her consciousness plunged into darkness, Sister Neve still hadn’t grasped what had happened.
After all, the notion of Father Bales launching a surprise attack on her was something she had never even considered.
This wasn’t due to trust or carelessness, but rather the objective fact that offspring spawned under the influence of the "Fertility" power were fundamentally incapable of resisting the will of the progenitor.
The power of "Reproduction" immediately activated, and Sister Neve’s body swelled once more, preparing to proliferate through division to reconstruct a new body and transfer the fatal neck wound to a stillborn clone.
However, this time, the prepared Father Bales directly grabbed Neve’s head and fiercely smashed it onto the ground, and in a flash, the three Great Witches heard the sound of a skull shattering.
A four-meter-tall hybrid beast aiming a full-force slam at the ground has destructive power comparable to the crushing force of a tank, and not even a steel helmet would necessarily withstand it.
Sister Neve’s head was instantly deformed, her brain matter mixed with blood spurting out, dyeing the sunlit ground with a shockingly vivid color, declaring the complete death of this body.
From breaking the neck to smashing the head, the actions of Father Bales, who had appeared here, clearly showed he knew Sister Neve could heal herself using "Reproduction," thus he gave her no chance at all.
Qiqimora and Lamia looked at each other in confusion, momentarily unable to comprehend the situation.
Afterward, Father Bales began slaughtering the battle nuns who had become crazed from Lamia’s divine words, mercilessly snapping their necks one after another without a trace of pity.
In the end, having concluded everything, Father Bales glanced at the Great Witches warily eyeing him and spoke with a mocking tone, "Hmph, seeing how hard a fight you were putting up, you really deserved it, didn’t you? This is what they call being too clever by half, Qiqimora."
The Great Witches were stunned at first, then Qiqimora was the first to recover, "Could it be, are you Presia?"
"Father" sounded like someone familiar, and in Qiqimora’s memory, the only familiar person who could seize another’s body for her own use was Presia.
The hybrid beast didn’t reply, which was a tacit admission.
Habanis flew down, circling the hybrid beast once, looking at "Presia" with surprise and suspicion, "You switched bodies with this monster?"
"How else would I have been able to kill Sister Neve? If it weren’t for my timely arrival, you traitors would’ve been beaten into a hasty retreat long ago," Presia replied irritably.
"You took over this body, does that mean you’ve already captured Father Bales?" Lamia slowly approached.
"Of course. After all, he was the soft persimmon you deliberately left out for us. How could we disappoint your expectations?" Presia was still sharp-tongued. "But really, you, throwing yourselves into the fray so selflessly, it’s quite touching."
"What’s the deal with that thing?"
Qiqimora pointed at the corpse of Aiden lying nearby, the body was severely twisted and deformed, dead beyond any doubt, a state that could not be faked by ordinary feigning death tricks.
Before Presia could answer, Lamia had already moved closer, hissing as she picked up "Aiden’s" corpse to sniff carefully and concluded, "I see, it must be a clone made using the ’Fertility’ power."
Presia silently nodded her head.
This was Aiden’s plan, having Presia disguise herself as Father Bales to fly over and ambush Sister Neve. Due to the bloodline call of the "Breeding" ability, it never crossed Sister Neve’s mind that Father Bales would lay a hand on her to kill her. Moreover, Presia, adept in Mental Spells, could implant the intent to kill the nun deep into the consciousness, even after switching into a body with Sister Neve’s bloodline.
Not only that, but Aiden had also requested Father Bales to create a duplicate of himself using the "Breeding" ability to fake a corpse, which Presia could use to deceive Sister Neve and lower her guard.
Through familiars and magic, Presia had already seen Sister Neve’s technique of using division to avoid fatal injuries, and with the prior intelligence provided by Father Bales, Presia managed to kill Sister Neve with such ease.
"Where is he now?" Qiqimora asked.
"Probably, he’s with the true heir of Sister Neve right now," Presia answered.
Qiqimora immediately figured out what was going on.
Father Bales was defeated by Aiden Galahad, and his body was taken to be used by Presia; so if Presia came here to kill Sister Neve, it must have been at Aiden’s instigation.
Aiden had chosen to do this, probably not to save them, since they had just tried to trick this new ally not long ago.
Now that he had located the true heir of Sister Neve—most likely having pried the information from Father Bales’ own mouth—it meant he was confident enough in his ability to deal with Sister Neve.
He had two options, one was to kill the heir on the spot and then have Presia immediately attack Sister Neve here; the other was to take control of the heir and wait until Presia had killed Sister Neve, then deal with the heir too.
It must be the latter—Qiqimora concluded immediately.
No need for further consideration; Sister Neve was dead, and the absence of Aiden was telling. Given the choice, he had no reason to let the divine remains of Sister Neve fall into the hands of the witch’s gathering.
Lamia also realized this and leaned over to the brutally disfigured corpse of Sister Neve, attempting to use necromancy to extract the divinity but ultimately felt nothing.
Sister Neve had used the "Inheritance" ability, transferring all divinity and powers to the heir. In other words, the final fruits of victory had fallen into Aiden Galahad’s hands, but he might not share them with them; they must find that boy immediately through Presia!
Habanis could no longer contain herself and asked Presia, "Hurry up and take us to him!"
"Take which road? I was instructed to split from them; how would I know where they went?" Presia countered with her arms crossed.
"But you surely have to meet up with them again, right?" Habanis pressed, frantic.
"He said if he doesn’t come to find me by the end of today, then I should just return to the prison on my own," Presia replied.
The three Great Witches were a bit surprised—he actually trusted a prisoner to move freely in a new body?
"You’re not really planning to do just that, are you?" Habanis gazed at Presia, full of disbelief and suspicion.
"Of course, is there a problem?" Presia responded quite calmly.
