Struggling as a Villain

Chapter 140: Chapter 139- Carnage(1)

Amelia was feeling helpless. It has been two days since she got abducted, and for the past two days, she did nothing but try to remove herself from her binds.

The very thought of becoming a hindrance, and the reason for Richard's defeat made her feel terrified. Her whole being shivered at that thought. And just as she told Ethan, Amelia would prefer to end herself before she could become a reason behind Richard's failure.

She can accept anything but to see the man she loves, yielding before anyone.

Her ether wasn't responding.to her calls. Although it was working within her body quite normally, her skills weren't working. It was almost like she was only allowed to access her ether to keep herself alive.

In these two days only once Ethan came to check on her and tried to feed her food...only to get his hand bitten until it bled.

If only her teeth could have reached his throat, Amelia was determined to bite the life out of that scumbag.

Ethan had betrayed Richard. And for that sin alone he deserves death.

'It troubles me...' Amelia couldn't help but feel slightly apprehensive. What was Ethan's intention, and why was he regarding Richard as an evil worshipper?

What actually happened with his mother for Richard to just suddenly disappear? And if Ethan was so well set on bringing down Richard, it wasn't impossible for Ethan to actually cause some major disruption.

After all, Ethan has the support of the Princess. And if Ethan says the word, Elizabeth probably will do anything for him to cause trouble for Richard.

'Richard...where are you ...' Feeling all helpless Amelia called his name and hoped that Richard could hear her voice and return to her.

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Allen was feeling nervous. He could still hear the loud echoes of the battle occurring outside the mansion, which began two days ago. And until now, the battle cries and wails of death have yet to subdue.

At some point Lilia also had to join the battle, given only one man was retaliating against the continuous assault of the church workers. They have been relentlessly moving forward with the only desire of bringing an end to the evil-worshipper, that is, Duchess Bellarine.

Allen has retained his spell, but he knew if even a couple of church members entered inside and Allen had to confront them, then he would, most probably, lose control over the time-freezing dome.

'Mister Richard left only three days ago...' Allen felt his hands turning moist because of sweat. There are still eleven days left for Richard to return and heal his mother and sister. And given the number of increasing forces from the church it was highly unlikely that they could withstand the assault for that long.

'Who can help us....I feel scared...'

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"TAKE THIS!"

Suddenly, a powerful force slammed into her, sending her crashing into a through the crowd and only stopping once Lilia was on the ground, eyes blurry and consciousness on the verge of slipping.

She could barely realize what just happened as she found her senses failing to discern things happening around her.

She tried to get up, however, her body betrayed her. She knew her enemies were advancing, however, she no longer had the strength to get up.

A pool of blood formed around her, and Lilia remained lifelessly lying there.

The nearby church members gathered around her, and one by one, they started stomping their feet on her.

Lilia's mind was turning numb being attacked by those many men. Her body churned in pain as she felt every inch of her body being assaulted by them.

However, she couldn't do anything....she....she failed...

Closing her eyes, she slowly muttered, "I...am...sorry...master...."

It was then when suddenly all the priests who were tormenting Lilia, stopped as a colossal presence descended upon them.

Slowly the sensation was felt by every member across the battlefield as they stopped moving altogether and felt their body vibrating in anxiety.

The open field stretched out in all directions, but it suddenly felt claustrophobic, as if the world beyond the barrier had vanished. The air grew thick, heavy, and cold, their breaths coming in ragged gasps, white mist curling from their lips.

One of them, an older priest with deep-set eyes, glanced nervously toward the sky. The stars above flickered, and a creeping darkness spread, swallowing the light. His lips quivered. "This... this isn't right. The protection spell—it should be holding."

Another priest, younger but wide-eyed with panic, tightened his grip on the staff. "It is... it is! It has to hold!" But his voice cracked, betraying his terror.

Although those words were spoken, for some reason everyone knew that the barrier wouldn't be able to save them from what was coming.

....something inhumane was coming. And they could feel it. The emotion which the entity was currently filled with.

Rage.

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A/N:- Thanks for reading.