When nothing could be done, it was indeed time for her to step in.
"..."
The God of Darkness looked at her.
The darkness in her heart was practically overflowing—
It was malice toward living beings.
I see. So this is a true Herrscher?
"Trash, are you ready to become atoms?!"
Lightning flickered into existence in her hand.
Was trash like this worthy of coming to her door?
"Third Herrscher activity detected. Self-destruct sequence initiated. Countdown: five minutes."
The Herrscher of Thunder frowned slightly.
"Tch."
Human toys.
This thing was truly troublesome.
She still could not precisely destroy the bomb—
It could easily affect Raiden Mei's heart.
Then it would be two lives lost in one body.
That was no laughing matter.
But it was not much of a problem now.
Five minutes—was enough.
"Boom!"
Lightning struck the ground.
"..."
The God of Darkness dodged the attack.
Perhaps he should raise his assessment of Herrschers—
Even among the Protoss, she would rank among the very best.
"Trash, dodge all you like, then turn into atoms in despair!"
The Lightning Queen freely wielded her power.
Lightning struck relentlessly, forcing the God of Darkness to evade her attacks.
This body was far too inferior—
A single hit would render it unable to fight.
And he was merely a tiny fragment of the God of Darkness's will. The Psionics he could wield were limited; at most, he could use the whispers of darkness to corrupt living beings.
Yet that was not much of a problem either.
The Third Herrscher's body was still his for the taking!
"My, my, is that the Third Herrscher?"
On a distant rooftop,
the elegant maid held a massive scythe and watched the battle from afar.
That truly was not power humans could wield.
Still, little Theresa had