Villain: Ultimate Mutation System in the Alternate World

As the shield enveloped her, Reign unleashed the over charged Death Rail-Gun.

The force it had accumulated made the weapon vibrate violently, the magnetic field overcharged to its limit.

BZZZZ!

A buzzing blast reverberated through the domain as the weapon discharged, sending a searing bolt of hypervelocity projectile and energy hurtling toward the Priestess.

"Don't underestimate me !" she spat out.

Just as the attack looked unstoppable, the shield suddenly open up a small hole, stopping the projectile momentum by allowing it to be absorbed by the chains and restricting it inside .

However, she miscalculated the piercing power of the attack.

Despite her smart tricks to use the chains form to reinforce her defenses, the sheer destructive power of the projectile overwhelmed her shield.

'I can't stop it! ' With a gasp of surprise, she was forced to dodge as the deadly projectile tore through her defenses, grazing her side and leaving a searing trail of pain in its wake.

'Too strong, ' She couldn't believe her eyes.

The Priestess had met Reign just a few months ago, and in that short amount of time, he had already become this powerful.

Back then, she had assumed that he wouldn't be much of a threat because angels, once they had a firm believer, would grow in power quickly.

But now, facing Reign, she felt that his growth was even more terrifying than hers.

She knew he wasn't from this world and hid many secrets, but even for an anomaly, this was unbelievable.

"Stop daydreaming," Reign taunted as another batched of projectiles pierced the air.

This time, the barrage of Hyper Velocity projectiles wasn't as powerful as the first, but their consecutive discharge made dodging nearly impossible.

In a split second decision, she abandoned the idea of forming a shield of chains.

Instead, golden chains erupted from her chest in all directions, altering the trajectory of the incoming attacks.

Knowing that completely blocking the barrage was impossible, she focused on altering her defensive strategy.

She shifted her movements, weaving and ducking with precision to minimize the impact of the Hypervelocity Projectiles, ensuring that she remained safe from their deadly trajectory.

"I can do that too," Reign chuckled.

A burst of red lightning emanated from his chest, accompanied by dozens of small bone fragments.

Though not as powerful, the red streaks of lightning resembled crimson bolts from a distance, enabling it to passed the majority of the moving golden chains due to their small size.

Such a sudden shift in strategy would have caught most opponents by surprise, but the Priestess was a seasoned fighter.

She might be controlling a young vessel, but she herself was over a thousand years old.

Countless battles had honed her instincts, allowing her to adapt to changes on the fly.

Reacting quickly, she added additional chains to close the hole in her defense .

CLANG!

CLANG!

CLANG!

Multiple clanging sounds echoed as a hail of small sharp bones rained down on her.

She was pushed onto the defensive, forced to fend off both the annoying barrage of sharp bones and the looming threat of the Rail Gun's Hypervelocity projectiles.

'I can't afford to hold back anymore,' she sighed, her resolve hardening.

She had hoped to save this ability for future use, but Reign's stubbornness and recklessness left her with no other option.

She had hoped to reason with him, knowing he wasn't a demon, but now she realized he was even worse.

A demon could be tempted by greed, lured by desires that could be exploited.

But Reign's singular desire to kill, devour, and grow stronger made him far more dangerous.

His uncompromising attitude and ruthless pursuit of power left no room for negotiation or redemption.

"I'm sorry," she whispered, her voice barely audible over the battle. ƿσ!ωƹгҽƌ-*ɓү-

With a solemn gesture, she clasped her hands together in prayer.

"Are you praying for your own salvation?" Reign mocked her .

"No, I'm praying for yours," a playful smile appeared on her lips, and for some reason Reign felt a bad feeling about it.

An image of her manifested in the sky, capturing the attention of everyone present.

In this version of her, she glowed with an ethereal light, adorned with a pair of radiant white wings.

Above her head, a halo shimmered with divine brilliance, casting a heavenly aura around her.

Her golden eyes seemed to penetrate the hearts of her believers, instilling them with a sense of awe and reverence.

"Pray to the divine, kneel and pray, devote yourself, and you shall find salvation,"

"Pray to the divine, kneel and pray, devote yourself, and you shall find salvation,"

"Pray to the divine, kneel and pray, devote yourself, and you shall find salvation,"

Her angelic image continued to repeat those phrase, its hypnotic repetition attempting to charm the minds of those who heard it.

The citizens, compelled by the commanding presence of the image, dropped to their knees and obediently began to pray.

As they prayed with all their hearts, particle of light emanated from their bodies, drawn towards the image of the Priestess.

The scene was a profound display of faith and devotion, their collective energy lending strength to her cause.

This was the power source of angels: while demons relied on consuming humans, angels drew strength from their faith and emotions.

However, this type of absorption was not without its drawbacks.

With each prayer, she slowly drained their vitality and life, the cost of harnessing this type of power.

Normally, the burden of channeling such energy would be shared among tens of thousands of humans, but in this place, their numbers were scarce.

Each individual had to contribute more than they could bear.

As the strain grew, one by one, those who were already weakened by age or illness collapsed to the ground, unable to sustain it anymore.

Some of the people stopped praying, but the more devoted among them scolded the others, urging them to continue their prayers without interruption.

"Don't stop praying! The Priestess need our prayers? She's the only one that can save us, " Vincents voice thundered ,cutting through their doubts.

"The Priestess needs us!"

"The Priestess needs us!"

"The Priestess needs us!"

His words ignited a spark of determination in the hearts of the remaining citizens, urging them to redouble their efforts.

This scene unfolded in multiple locations as the more extremist believers rallied anyone who harbored doubts in their hearts.

BAM!

BAM!

BAM!

The tide of the battle suddenly shifted 180 degrees as the golden chains intensified, becoming harder and faster.

Now it was Reign who found himself on the defensive, his Domain suppressed by the overwhelming force of the Priestess's attack.

He could tell that while his domain was shrinking, hers, on the other hand, kept expanding, steadily devouring his territory.

'What the hell is happening?' he grumbled to himself, his arrogance from moments ago replaced by confusion

He just saw her praying one moment, and the next thing he knew, her overall power had skyrocketed.

Oh, sure, if he'd known that all it took was a bit of praying to become a powerhouse, he'd have turned into a religious demon monk ages ago.

"You're done," The Priestess's voice echoed with confidence, already declaring her victory.

"I'm not so sure about that," a creepy smile formed on Reign's face.