The Queen Villainess Eavesdrops on My Heart and Won’t Let Me Slack Off – Chapter 266

Chapter 265: Beware of Mortals!

The ultimate test for any weapon is practical combat.
The Twelve Dooms of Gods, based on the empty promises the War Goddess made to her believers, ignited the Faith Power’s hatred and betrayal towards her, effectively cutting off her roots. This proved to be a highly effective Skill.
Faith Power is born from believers. Its strength lies in the hopes and wishes of countless living beings, making it a force with “activity.”
However, its hidden danger also lies in this activity. While gods can suppress the shifts caused by Faith Power over long periods, accumulating too much or mishandling it can lead to corruption and madness.
This is the twilight of the gods. When they lose control of Faith Power, they naturally perish, becoming the divine corpses found in the Astral Plane.
Divine wars are only a minor reason for a god’s demise.
The Seven Gods’ faction, due to the existence of the God King, had different growth trajectories compared to normal gods in this Universe. Thus, the possibility of them being backlashed by Faith Power was suppressed to an extremely low level.
But extremely low does not mean impossible.
The Twelve Dooms of Gods was a byproduct of the design and modification of the Divine Scourge. Initially, Lydia hadn’t realized the potential of such an attack method. However, through step-by-step practice and observing the reactions of the War Goddess’s believers, Roger eventually proposed the theoretical prototype, and then it was put into practice.
The process was arduous, but the final result proved its effectiveness against gods. It activated the will inherent in Faith Power within the gods, verifying whether the depicted scenes they expected when offering faith aligned with reality—hence, the judgment of the War Goddess.
The choice Tibera ultimately made, as the Empire’s people witnessed, was to completely disregard her believers’ needs as an equivalent exchange. Selfishly ignoring the responsibilities she should have shouldered caused even the most forgiving believers to abandon her.
Finally, all former and current believers, and all Mortals who had offered their Faith Power to Tibera, based on Tibera’s reaction, made their final judgment:
She was unworthy of the divine name, unworthy of wielding such immense power.
This led to the collapse of her three Incarnations.
Although it was the Incarnations that were judged, her main body would not have made a different choice. Thus, the Twelve Dooms of Gods took effect immediately, rendering further judgment unnecessary.
The Faith Power within her was still processed in the old ways. The scriptures those believers recited, the futures they hoped for, were no different from present reality.
Therefore, the method already validated in the previous battle was reactivated, “inciting” the Faith Power within Tibera, making her feel her powers spiraling out of control.
“This shouldn’t be happening! You can’t! You ants dare to judge me?”
Compared to her Incarnations, Tibera’s main body possessed far greater power. It resisted the control imposed by the Twelve Dooms of Gods and attempted to retaliate.
If she had been in her full strength, she might indeed have broken free. This Skill had a considerable casting time, and she could have had a direct opportunity to attack the Divine Scourge.
However, she had already engaged in a war of attrition with the Empress of Eternal Night. Now, the Empress of Eternal Night had received energy support from other fleets, continuously depleting the War Goddess’s Faith Power with the simulated Source Sea, while also consuming nearly all of her attention.
If she chose to attack the Divine Scourge, her form would have been instantly consumed by the waters of the Source Sea, assimilated into the primordial, colorless liquid that existed before this Universe’s creation.
But if she defended against the Empress of Eternal Night, she would inevitably complete the judgment of the Twelve Dooms of Gods, meeting the same fate as her Incarnations.
In the memories she had regained, she already knew that her three Incarnations, segmented and controlled by the Azurevine Empire, had become experimental subjects and power sources.
Her consciousness entered the bodies of Mortals, enduring their ordinary yet eternal suffering, trampling the pride and transcendence of a god into the dirt.
As Roger had proclaimed, this was now the Empire’s turn.
Tibera’s defeat, a consequence of ten thousand years of accumulation, was sealed the moment she displayed her arrogance towards the Azurevine Empire, disdainful of understanding and learning about it.
The only difference was the extent of casualties she could inflict upon the Empire.
From the current outcome, even though she had hidden her cards deeply and revealed a trump card at the last moment, she still lost to the Empire’s thorough preparation and Roger’s timely arrival.
The Empress of Eternal Night controlled her injuries. Although she felt a flicker of discomfort with Roger holding her hand, it was a necessary action for the current battle.
He was a massive energy source supporting her continued combat; otherwise, the waters of the Source Sea would have backlashed against her.
Therefore, this was for the Empire, not because she was willing to let him take advantage of her!
After stabilizing the chaotic environment within her, and with the Twelve Dooms of Gods completing their binding, even if it didn’t fully control Tibera, it had at least completely deprived her of mobility. The Empress of Eternal Night let out a gentle exhale.
Despite her injuries, she was the ultimate victor of this war between mortals and gods. After countless schemes, she could finally look down at Tibera and say in a deep voice:
“War Goddess, Dark Goddess Tibera, existing for seventy-four thousand years, committing countless evils, scheming incessantly, plundering mortal faith without offering any return, never protecting any World, you are truly unworthy of the divine name!”
“I, the Founding Empress of the Azurevine Empire, on behalf of the Mortals of two hundred and thirty-three Worlds, decree that you shall enter eternal slumber and return the power stolen from the wishes of all!”
“The judgment takes effect immediately, immediately!”
This time, the Twelve Dooms of Gods were no longer just binding; they were completely stripping Tibera’s consciousness and body, aiming for her utter destruction, leaving no possibility of resurrection.
Tibera cried out in panic, “I am willing to pledge allegiance to the Azurevine Empire! I am willing to be your pawn against other gods! I know their countless secrets, and I can act as a spy to promote your resistance. I am truly useful!”
Proud as a god, a being who considered herself eternal, her invincible facade shattered, she was now the most cowardly and powerless being, begging to prove her worth and hoping for a chance to live.
Unfortunately, the Empress of Eternal Night showed no emotion and had no intention of sparing her based on her promises of a bright future.
She was useful?
Let alone the God King high above, even the God of Knowledge would notice something was wrong with Tibera and wouldn’t give her any opportunity to act as a spy.
Besides, who could guarantee that a god who surrendered so easily wouldn’t betray them?
The Azurevine Empire’s victory this time relied heavily on them being Mortals. It was precisely because Tibera was too arrogant and never truly regarded the Empire seriously that she could be subjected to such elaborate schemes and achieve this victory.
If she were given breathing room and time to prepare, it would be hard to say who would be the ultimate victor in another battle.
The weeds needed to be completely uprooted, especially a god who had existed for tens of thousands of years and whose grasp of conspiracy and trickery was as natural as eating and drinking.
Even though Tibera’s begging brought a sense of accomplishment to the people of the Empire, the Twelve Dooms of Gods continued their execution, stripping all energy from her and then destroying her refined consciousness.
Tibera’s pleas were useless, her voice turning to a hysterical wail, transforming into curses against the Azurevine Empire and the Empress of Eternal Night:
“You heartless and unjust Mortal! You shall fall into eternal loneliness, together with your filth, submerged into endless darkness, rolling endlessly in mud and venom until destruction!”
After spewing her venomous curse, her consciousness finally annihilated in an energy reaction capable of destroying stars.
A being of powerful divinity was reduced to three fragments of consciousness serving as a beast of burden in mortal bodies, with the rest annihilated or disconnected from the name of the War Goddess.
There was no more Tibera in this Universe, and the Seven Gods’ faction could officially be renamed the Six Gods.
Yet, Roger also witnessed, with his own eyes, half of the Empress of Eternal Night’s golden hair losing its luster, turning gray.
“Your Majesty?” he asked, looking at this scene with great surprise.
“She is still a god, after all.”
The Empress of Eternal Night showed no surprise. She simply stroked her gray hair and let out a silent smile at the unfamiliar sensation.
Then, discreetly, she withdrew her hand, which Roger was holding.
Tibera had been subdued, and the operation was over. He had no reason to keep holding her hand.
After stopping the Source Sea simulation, her Magic Power had begun to recover; she no longer needed Roger’s support.
As for Tibera’s curse, she didn’t take it to heart.
Such a price was entirely within her expectations, even far less than what she had anticipated.
She had initially thought she would be the vanguard, probing the War Goddess’s trump cards for the Empire.
“Your Majesty need not worry. The Empire is currently powerful, with new technologies emerging constantly. There will surely be a way to solve this for you,” Roger said with concern.
If he could, he truly wished to hold her in his arms.
However, the Empress of Eternal Night clearly showed considerable resistance towards Roger. Although she couldn’t outwardly show her displeasure towards Roger, her loyal subject, due to the presence of the fleet behind them, a distance remained.
“Well… let’s clean up the battlefield first.”
With a stomp of her foot, the Empress of Eternal Night teleported back to the Eternal Night, avoiding a moment of being alone with Roger.
Having defeated a god who had long been watching the Empire, having slain an enemy who was once considered impossible to defeat, even with the Empress’s magnanimity, she felt immensely happy and proud.
She even couldn’t resist the urge to embrace this scoundrel in front of her.
Although it was said that the Empire and she fought side by side, without the changes brought about by Roger, the Azurevine Empire would not have reached its current development and strength.
Based on this achievement alone, him becoming a prince, or even the heir to the Empire, would be top choices.
But he was not a good person!
The Empress of Eternal Night knew that a sufficiently mature Empress would accept this minor flaw, accept a prince who could bring long-term peace and rapid development to the Empire, and together build a powerful empire.
That would be ideal, but she didn’t like it!
Yet, to completely reject him and tell him to leave…
She couldn’t bear to.
So, let’s first clean up the aftermath and celebrate this victory!
Pretending Roger didn’t exist and not contemplating him, she returned to the Eternal Night and obtained the detailed casualty report and overall combat situation summary of this battle.
The first sentence was:
“Thanks to Marshal Roger’s outstanding command…”
Damn it!
The Empress of Eternal Night’s delicate brows furrowed, her emotions exploding.
Is he haunting me?
But she was actually used to it. Roger’s influence on the Empire was too profound. This battle was also one where she had agreed to Roger serving as the overall commander, so no matter how one calculated it, he was the one who deserved the most credit.
But…
She was just unhappy! Hmph, hmph, hmph, hmph!
“Leave Marshal Roger to accept Conqueror’s Canyon. The Eternal Night will return to the City of Mysteries. I will personally announce the news of victory!”
The Empress of Eternal Night dared not report, and instead returned to her country directly.
But her order was for the Eternal Night to return, implying that all other fleets were to remain and continue to be under Roger’s command.
Despite her dislike, his ability and loyalty were beyond doubt at this moment.
At the critical moment, he had not abandoned the Empress but bravely charged into the divine realm to face the War Goddess. This action had already moved her.
… No, how could she feel comforted?
He had deceived her so many times. Even when she heard his inner thoughts, they were full of lies. How could she ever forgive him?
What is love in this world? It truly is agonizing!
Alas, forget it. Let’s first celebrate Tibera’s fall!
In this tragic human world, only Tibera could bring her a sliver of comfort.
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A Plane with powerful native creatures. This was the front line of the Seven Gods’ invasion.
The God of Knowledge personally oversaw the meeting, discussing the next strategy with his six younger siblings, aiming to resolve these indigenous creatures quickly and efficiently.
Suddenly, his voice faltered. He looked towards the direction of the War Goddess with disbelief.
Gods are powerful and vigilant beings. At this meeting, only Incarnations were present; their main bodies were all honestly hiding in their divine realms.
Under normal circumstances, this should be an absolutely safe location. But during this meeting, the God of Knowledge sensed the War Goddess’s Incarnation suddenly freeze and then gradually dissipate.
The other gods looked in the direction the God of Knowledge was looking, their expressions filled with confusion and surprise.
Though the War Goddess was a bit wilful, she was not someone who couldn’t grasp the overall situation and would never withdraw her Incarnation during such an important meeting.
Even if her mind wandered and she wasn’t paying attention, she wouldn’t dare to leave directly and slap the God of Knowledge in the face.
As fellow gods, these old timers who had existed for too long all thought this was some new trick the War Goddess was playing.
However, this trick might have been excessive, and with the boss catching her, she might be in for a harsh reprimand.
“Her main body has perished.”
The God of Knowledge’s heavy tone rang in the ears of the gods like a thunderclap.
This instantly stopped their guessing games; they looked back at the God of Knowledge with disbelief and incredulity.
He wasn’t one to joke around, but to suddenly announce the demise of a god, how was that possible?
The War Goddess’s personnel might not be very important, but the Seven Gods, created by the God King, were ultimately more intimate with each other than any other beings.
There might be private disagreements, but if something truly happened to one of them, they would definitely help if they could.
Even the God of Nature, who usually found Tibera most displeasing, looked at the God of Knowledge with confusion, his gaze questioning, seeking a definitive answer.
The God of Knowledge understood everyone’s doubts but offered no further explanation, his voice laden with unspeakable fatigue:
“All of you combine forces to seal the direction of Conqueror’s Canyon. Do not let any creature escape. I must go and seek an audience with the Father God.”
The figure of the little boy sat rigidly on the chair, his main consciousness having already returned to the Source Sea.
At the conference table, only his final reminder remained:
“Beware of Mortals!”