All Novel Full Chapter 960 Frozen And Fried
Villain Ch 960. Frozen And Fried
Sophia stumbled. For a moment, she lay there, gasping for breath, her body broken and bleeding.
But Shea wasn’t done. She descended gracefully, landing beside Sophia with a predatory smile. “You look so pitiful,” she said, her voice dripping with mock sympathy. “Did you really think you could outrun death?”
Sophia tried to crawl away, her hands grasping at the dirt as she attempted to pull herself to safety. But her strength was gone, her body too battered to obey her desperate commands. Tears blurred her vision as she realized there was no escape, no last-minute miracle to save her.
Shea knelt beside her, tilting her head as she watched Sophia’s feeble attempts to move. “I could drag this out, you know,” she mused, her tone thoughtful. “Make you suffer even more. But I think I’ve enjoyed this little game long enough.”
With that, Shea raised one of her blade-like wings, the edge gleaming wickedly in the light. Sophia’s eyes widened with horror as she saw the weapon poised to strike, and a choked sob escaped her lips.
“No, please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, but Shea’s expression remained cold, devoid of any mercy.
“Goodbye, priestess,” Shea said softly, almost tenderly, before she brought the blade down in one swift, brutal motion.
The blade sliced through Sophia’s neck, severing her head from her body in a clean, precise cut. Blood sprayed from the wound, staining the ground in a crimson pool. The last thing Sophia saw before darkness claimed her was Shea’s cruel, smiling face.
Shea stood over Sophia’s lifeless body, her expression one of utter disdain. The once-radiant priestess, who had tried so desperately to play the hero, now lay in a pool of her own blood, her severed head resting a few feet away. Shea gazed down at her, her lips curling into a sneer.
“Efficiency surely at its finest, hm, priestess?” Shea said, her voice dripping with mockery. “You really used your comrades to boost your reputation well. How noble of you.” Her words were sharp and cutting. The tone was cruel, but there was a cold truth in what she said.
Sophia could hear Shea’s words. Though she couldn’t respond, she was filled with a deep sense of shock and indignation. How could a villain, controlled by AI, speak to her like that? How could this siren see through her facade so clearly? Her mind raced with frustration and disbelief, cursing the situation she found herself in. But she was dead, and there was nothing she could do about it.
The other players heard Shea’s words as well. The cruel taunt struck a chord of realization and bitterness among them. They had fought valiantly, but in the end, their efforts had been in vain. They had placed their hope in Sophia who had been more concerned with her own image than with truly saving them.
Allen, watching the scene from a distance, felt a smile tugging at the corners of his lips. The display of raw, unfiltered cruelty was entertaining, and he couldn’t help but appreciate the irony of the situation.
Allen decided to applaud, a slow, deliberate clap that echoed across the battlefield. The sound was almost mocking. He smiled, his satisfaction evident. This had been more than just a victory—it had been a performance, a twisted play where the heroes had been utterly humiliated to be precise.
Shea turned to face Allen, her eyes gleaming with triumph. She bowed slightly, swinging her hand to her chest in a gesture that resembled the closing of a performance on a grand stage. Her smile was that of an actress who had just delivered the final line of a play, knowing she had captivated her precious audience to the very end.
“Well done,” Allen said, his voice carrying a note of approval. “You’ve outdone yourself. A truly exquisite performance.”
Shea straightened, the smirk on her lips widening. “Thank you, Your Majesty,” she replied, her tone respectful yet brimming with pride. “I aim to please.”
The dead players’ bodies lay strewn across the ground, their weapons and armor scattered. Only a few had managed to escape using their crystals, and even then, they had been severely wounded, barely clinging to life. The air was thick with the stench of blood and smoke.
Allen and his companions stood amidst the carnage. Blood splattered on their clothes and weapons.
Zoe was the first to approach Allen, her tentacles retracting as she moved closer to him. Despite the blood smeared across her face and hands, she leaned against him coquettishly, her eyes half-lidded in a seductive manner. “Are you happy with our work, Your Majesty?” she purred, her voice dripping with sweetness, though the gore she wore like war paint made the scene macabre.
Allen’s gaze met hers, and he allowed a small smile to grace his lips. “More than happy, Zoe,” he replied, his voice smooth and low. “You did exactly as I expected—no, better. You’ve made me proud.”
Shea joined them next. She tossed her hair back, the strands shimmering with traces of blood as she smirked up at Allen. “And what about me?” she asked, her tone teasing. “Did my performance please you?”
Before Allen answered, Alice sauntered over, her usual playful smirk firmly in place. “Sophia was too easy,” Alice said with a casual wave of her hand. “But I enjoyed toying with that blacksmith. He thought he could withstand my shadows—how quaint.”
Bella, her fox tails swishing behind her, approached with a light, almost bouncy step. Despite the carnage, she seemed to be in high spirits, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “I have had the most fun,” she declared with a grin. “That Magic Scholar didn’t know what hit him. A little fire here, a little ice there, and before he knew it, he was frozen and fried!”
But amid the celebration, Vivian remained unusually quiet, standing a little apart from the others, her expression thoughtful and subdued.
Noticing her silence, Allen turned to her, his eyes narrowing slightly in curiosity. “Why are you so quiet?” he asked, his voice gentle yet probing. Enjoy more content from My Virtual Library Empire