Reincarnated As The Villainess's Son

[Capital City, Tamrial Kingdom.]

The air seems weightless as Mortis moved towards Ragnar.

His eyes burned with hatred and determination.

Ragnar took his battle stance with his hand bare.

Mortis throw a stright punch and Ragnar counter it with his own.

BOOM!!!

The collision brust all around as it uprooted the house around them.

Behind them, Mariam had half her eyes slid open as she conjecturd her spells.

Mortis moved closer, his skin now pinkish red as he began to exert more power.

Ragnar's grin widened as cracks split the ground beneath their feet. "An envois power you have."

Mortis didn't answer.

His next blow came faster, heavier, a blur of force that borke the sound barrier a hundred times.

Ragnar caught it, but the impact hurled him backward, smashing him into a broken pillar.

Before Ragnar could rise, Mortis was already there, pressing forward like a storm.

Each

punch rattled the air, each step shaking the earth.

Ragnar blocked with his arms as his bones creaked under the weight.

Boom!!!

Ragnar finally caught both his hand. "I remember—."

BOOM!

Another hand emerged from the side of Mortis, hitting him straight on his chest.

Mortis didn't let go of him as he quickly grabbed his hand in a reverse grip.

Ragnar raised both his legs to kick him off but Mortis grabbed it as well with his new emerging hands.

Ragnar caught in an awkward position as a total of six hands brust out his side, two punching repeatedly on his guts.

"ENOUGH!"

Ragnar roared, his body erupting in crimson fire.

His aura exploded outward, forcing Mortis' arms to recoil for just a moment.

Using the opening, Ragnar twisted free, slamming his knee into Mortis' jaw.

CRACK!

Mortis' head snapped to the side, but he didn't fall.

His glowing eyes cut back toward Ragnar, burning hotter than ever.

"You're no god," Mortis said coldly, wiping the blood from his mouth. "You're just a failure drunk on slaughter."

Ragnar's grin returned, feral and wild, blood dripping down his chin. "Return to Eternal Rank."

Mortis felt his entire body turning weak, like his power was snatched away from him.

BOOM!!!

His body felw far away before he could understand his condition.

Mortis crashed through three buildings before finally skidding to a halt, his body carving a trench through the stone.

He coughed hard, blood spilling from his lips.

Mortis stood up once again as he cracked his neck, ignoring of his injuries he looked back at him.

"I have heard of it." He spoke softly. "You drag your opponent down when you can't beat them."

"Only a fool doesn't uses his advantage." Ragnar spoke, rolling his shoulder. "Now, either come at me or run away."

Mortis steadied his stance, his breathing heavy but controlled. "Even without it… I'll crush you."

He charged again, but this time Ragnar was ready.

With terrifying speed, Ragnar slipped past his guard and slammed a fist into Mortis' ribs.

CRACK!

Mortis staggered back, coughing blood, but his hands shot out, grabbing Ragnar by the throat.

With a guttural roar, he slammed him into the ground, the earth splitting apart beneath the impact.

When dust cleared Ragnar wasn't there, instead three swords pinned Mortis in place.

"Ghkkk—!"

Mortis couldn't even register the pain before Ragnar kicked his midsection.

Ragnar brought out thousands of branches from thin air, pointing it towards Mortis.

"I have played enough."

The branches shot forward like a storm of spears, shrieking as they tore through the air.

Mortis braced himself, his body burning with a guttural roar, he forced his arms apart, snapping the spectral swords pinning him in place.

BOOM!

The ground cratered beneath his feet as he surged forward, his six arms flickering back into existence.

He swung wildly, shattering hundreds of branches before they could pierce him.

But still dozens stabbed into his flesh, pinning his limbs and shoulders.

He swallowed his pain as he once again rushed towards Ragnar while invading the branches.

Rangar raised his hand, and the branches twisted tighter, threatening to rip Mortis apart.

Ragnar's fingers curled slowly, and the branches constricted like snakes.

"Struggle more," Ragnar mocked, his grin stretching wider. "It makes your death sweeter."

Mortis gritted his teeth, his body trembling under the pressure.

For a moment, it looked as though the branches might tear him apart completely.

But then—

FWOOOM!

The six arms at his sides pulsed with raw fury.

With one violent surge, he ripped himself free, snapping the branches apart.

BOOM!!!

The backlash shattered the buildings around them, shockwaves blasting through the streets.

Ragnar narrowed his eyes, raising more branches from the ground. "Persistent beast."

Mortis didn't answer—he was already in front of him.

His fist crashed into Ragnar's jaw, spinning his head sideways.

BAM!

Ragnar stumbled, but instead of falling, he burst into laughter, wiping blood from his lip. "YES! That's it!"

He lunged back, their fists colliding again and again, each blow heavy enough to shake the kingdom.

Mortis' six arms pummeled Ragnar from every angle, forcing him on the defensive

But Ragnar's crimson fire hardened around him like armor, deflecting strike after strike.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

The ground beneath them split wide, a canyon forming in the heart of the capital as the two monsters traded blows.

An irraited look fromed on Ragnar's face as he whispered. "Overlord Rank."

In an instant, Mortis entire body turned numb.

He felt like he had lost all his strength and all the injuries finally caught up to him.

"Cough…"

He coughed out blood as Mortis fell on his knees.

Ragnar pointed at the left side of his body. "So long old man."

A white plasmatic beam fromed right at the tip of his finger.

BOOM!!

It hit Mortis evaporating half of arms along with a huge chunk of his body.

Mortis body slowly fall down, blood pouring out of his body.

"Divine Dread."

A small feminine voice echoed within the place.

Before Rangar could turn, something hit blasting all over his body.

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[Eastern Borders, Tamrial Kingdom.]

[Pasithea's POV.]

Death, destruction, and mayhem.

Those three words echoed in Pasithea's mind as she looked at the battlefield.

Her golden-green hair was tied back tightly, her radiant armor gleaming even under the shadow of smoke and ash.

It felt less like protection and more like a shroud, the last garment she might ever wear.

The front line was already at the verge of getting annihilate.

Those behind them were in no better shape as fear gripped their entire being.

Pasithea stood tall, even as arrows rained and magic tore the sky apart.

Her gaze swept across her army, her jaw tightening.

She could feel their despair pressing against her chest like a weight, but she refused to show weakness.

And the reason for all this was one demigod.

A demigod who was killing the elves with no remorse.

Edwin was the one who was leading nthe the vampires.

And he was talking his sweet time messing with the elves.

If even for a second, the elves get an upper hand he join in and kills them.

'What to do?'

Pasithea bit her lips as she glared at Edwin floating in the air with a smug look on his face.

The one thing that she was glad right now was the lack of involvement form the human soldiers.

They for some reason were not getting involved…not yet at least.

"Where is Lady Mariam?" Pasithea asked the soldier who stood close by.

"I..I don't know." He replied. "We tried but there is something wrong with the palace."

Pasithea's brow furrowed.

Something wrong with the palace?

That meant Mariam was either held back or fighting her own battle.

Either way, she couldn't rely on her.

Her eyes flicked back to Edwin, who hovered lazily above the battlefield.

Pasithea gripped her spear tighter till her knuckles turned white.

Her army was bleeding out and she could do nothing.

There was nothing that she could do to stop that man.

A demigod can only be stopped by a demigod.

'…Is this the end of our kingdom?'

She thought, a look of dispar flickered past her eyes.

Just when she was about to give up—.

"Huh?"

"What's going on?"

"It's an earthquake!"

The panicked voice of the both side echoed within the battlefield.

Even Pasithea felt it as she her carrgie began to wobble around.

The ground quaked violently, splitting open as cracks snaked across the battlefield.

Soldiers on both sides stumbled, some falling into the widening fissures.

"…. What's that?"

Someone spoke pointing at the sky.

Pasithea looked at the sky like everyone else.

Her breath caught in her throat as well.

Edwin also looked at the sky with his crimson eyes narrowing.

From the heavy black clouds in the sky that was a solitude looming around.

It was of a monster, a giant one with uncountable tanticales.

The tentacles writhed, stretching across the clouds like veins of darkness.

A thunder flashed within the sky, darkning the solitude.

Another flashed and the solitude wasn't there anymore.

Instead a young man floated in the sky with a long crimson axe like blade in his hand.

The man slowly lowered its body till it was visible to everyone.

A ray of hope flickered in Pasithea's eyes. "….Himmel."

But slowly something else caught her attention as well.

There was two large beings that floated just behind him.

One woman with long black hair and crimson eyes with a face that captivated everyone in the place.

The other one was a woman had long green hair with meadow eyes and a gentle smile on her face.

Her look was serene, her presence calming yet no less overwhelming.

Pasithea felt an overvelming closeness with that woman. "…No way."

There was only one who could make her feel this way. "…. Goddess Hathor."

Himmel descended slowly, his crimson axe resting across his shoulder.

He landed in the middle of the battlefield like he owned the place.

A flutter in her heart made Pasithea momentarily lost in her own world.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING!!!?"

Edwin's frustrated voice boomed within the entire battlefield.

"KILL ALL THE ELVES NOW!!!"

Before the Vampires could even move.

"Sekhmeth." Himmel spoke gently. "Make them stop."

The goddess who helped in the creation of the vampires just glanced at them.

In just an instant, they all stopped in thier place.

The clatter of weapons falling echoed within the entire battlefield.

One by one the vampires began to fall on thier knees.

Now, all the vampires knelt infront of Himmel.

Himmel turned to look at Hathor. "Heal the elves."

Hathor's gentle smile never wavered.

She extended her hands toward the wounded elves, and a soft, green light flowed from her fingertips like a living stream.

The light moved over broken bodies, shattered armor, and bleeding warriors, knitting bones together and sealing wounds.

Cries of pain softened into gasps of relief, and exhausted soldiers slowly rose to their feet, their strength returning.

Pasithea watched in awe, feeling her own weariness melt away.

Himmel finally turned to look at Edwin.

"….Come down, Edwin." He spoke softly. "Your ancestor would like to have a talk with you."