I Became a Dark Fantasy Villain

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Ian met his gaze with a smile. It was a success. Regis had begun to transform within the flames.

The protective field surrounding him glowed brighter and expanded. Amidst the backdrop that rivaled the full moon, Regis body twisted and swelled. The flames that had clung to him subsided. Black tendrils emerged from his body like hair.

As the wrinkled skin on his forehead tore, red tendrils sprang forth. Mutated and enlarged pineal gland.. Veins protruded from his skin, obscuring his eyes, nose, and mouth.

Fused together, his staff and fingers sprouted claw-like talons. The ancient deity, Regis.

Quite repulsive

Ian murmured as he withdrew an essence from another dimension, propelling himself forward once more.

As his eyes met the burning gaze of Ian, Regis finally retorted with a gentle voice

God shapes his creations in his own image. This form is evidence that God directly molded me.

As he extended his hand, a long fissure appeared on the ground, leaving behind an elongated mark reminiscent of a hunting dogs paw. Invisible talons lunged toward Ian, but he anticipated the attack and twisted his body to dodge them.

Now, it was a battle he knew.

Thuk-

Sounds of breath and footsteps echoed in the empty air. The Void Strays, creatures of emptiness living within the gaps of space, had been summoned to this place in their true forms, distinct from the mutants Maeve was fighting.

Of course, there was no need to confront this creature. Ian unleashed flames of amplified essence in all directions, directed at Regis.

Explosions reverberated through the air, and for a moment, the Void Stray distanced itself. Regis extended his staff, his layered barriers forming a protective shield.

Ian stretched out his hand as if expecting it. Yellow flames burst forth from the red blaze.

Crack-

Amplified flamethrowers burned Regis and surroundings.

As the force field melts away.

Ian, who had stopped as if floating in the air, returned the essence to the subspace and grabbed the sword with both hands.

I will send you to your god.

Stroking the sword body, blue divine power erupted like an explosion.

Using that power as the driving force, Ian lunged out towards Regis.

Ians eyes brightened.

He knew from his experience in the game that Regis couldnt use the force field continuously.

There was still one layer of force field left, but this should be enough to tear it apart.

After that, all that was left was to yield the final blow to Maeve.

What ?!

Regiss pineal gland quivered in embarrassment.

The space in front of it was sliced open as if it had been slashed with a knife, and shortly thereafter a purple leg with blade-like claws popped out.

!

Creak-

As Ians eyes widened, the claws collided with the Sword of Condemnation.

Dazzling flash. The toenail snapped off, the blade ripping through the force field beyond and clawing through Regis body.

Fuck ! You use that for defense too?

Ians brow wrinkled as he landed.

The sensation through the hand was shallow.

Failure to anticipate the variables that could happen as it became a reality was a failure.

That void claw was a skill that was only used for attack in the game.

Suddenly, the severed toenails that fell to the ground disappeared without a trace as if evaporating.

The tentacles on Regis body also fell to the ground.

The Sword of Condemnation that ran from his shoulder to his waist cut them off.

Well This is it. To think that you are even favored by TyrEn. but The fake cant always beat the real thing.

With a whisper, a purple force field rose in front of Ians nose.

Ians brow furrowed.

Damn it.

Thunk-!

With an explosion, Ian was thrown back.

With a swift movement, his body was thrown, but his armor was left in tatters, his thighs and arms soaked in blood.

If he hadnt drawn on his Chaos Energy as a quick-witted move, he would have been reduced to a piece of meat.

Thunk-!

Ian was impaled against the wall, blood pouring from his mouth, as he slumped over.

It was fortunate he hadnt lost consciousness, but his injuries were far from minor.

Above all, his senses were dulled, and dizziness swept over him.

His vision was unfocused.

Most likely a concussion.

His forehead, which had been furrowed in concentration, soon relaxed.

Screech- Screech-

Accompanied by the sound of grinding stone, claw marks etched into the walls and floor drew closer.

Void Strays.

Even in this moment, Ians strong mental fortitude held.

Just need to avoid it once. No, at least avoid a fatal blow. If I can buy time until the dizziness subsides

A red shadow blocked his path at that very moment.

Maeve.

Crunch!

Invisible claws clashed against her sword, emitting sparks. Her battered left arm guard crumpled as if being gripped tightly. The blood that flowed from it merged into divine power as Maeve deflected the attack and dispersed her sword into the air.

The sound of retreating hunting dogs echoed.

In the empty space, black drops of blood splattered and quickly vanished. The trajectory extended further, sweeping even Regis behind the hall.

Amidst the clash between the barrier and divine power shockwaves

Rest, Ian.

Maeve turned to him. Ian raised his head with a furrowed brow. The hunting dogs that had surrounded her had already turned into piles of flesh. She wasnt unscathed either. Her hastily donned left shoulder guard, along with the arm gauntlet beneath it, were equally in tatters.

Beneath those, her arm was dotted with exposed wounds. The other arm fared no better. Her face guard had been torn away, revealing her bloodshot eyes and pale face.

Sir.

Leave the rest to those who remain. Of course, as a mercenary like you, you wont budge with just a request.

Interrupting Ians words, Maeve spoke calmly.

Creak- clank!

At that moment, iron bars fell from all sides.

The Void Strays black blood seemed to signal their return, drawing closer. Despite the subsequent shockwaves, Maeves focus was solely on Ian.

Receive all that remains of me. It should be enough to spare those who remain. I wont ask you to stay in the kingdom. Just, be with them.

Thats Sir! Behind you!

Ian, trembling, gripped the ground with his trembling hand and raised his head. Droplets of blood and the scratches from claws were within striking distance.

Thunk-

Blood sprayed from Maeves back. A surge of energy entered her swaying pupils.

Thank you, Ian.

With those words, Maeve turned her body and swung her sword.

Bang-! Agh-

From the empty void, black blood exploded, followed by the mournful cries of the hunting dogs.

The corpses of the twin beasts suddenly appeared on both sides of Maeve.

Breathing heavily, Maeve looked beyond them at Regis.

A faint surprise crossed Regis face.

To be imbued with such divinity Yes, come and witness, servant of TyrEr.

The intensity of divine power surged. The blood that had flowed from his wounds endlessly evaporated.

.

Ians forehead contorted.

Maeves back and Regis face, both overlaid with images of avengers shedding blood in the game, overlapped.

Maeve had never said a word.

But Ian knew that Apostle of Vengeance grew stronger the more they bled.

Because thats how it was in the game. The Apostle of Vengeance grew the strongest at the moment of impending death.

As power surged into Ians tightly clenched jaws

Clank.

Maeve, who had fixed her sword, charged towards Regis.

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