Reincarnated Into A Dead Woman's Body In Another World-Chapter 460: Arc 6, - 76: To Kill a God

The port and bye extension the shore was in view. A formation of warships fired off cannons, but they did nothing more than enter Beauregard’s torso and sink into depths of her body.

She gave a light giggle that was loud due to her stature; only half of her body had been travelling thus far. Domed columns of water emerged from the seas all around the ship.

All of them formed gigantic hands, each the size of a vessel. "SPLOSH! SPLASH! BASH!" All the limbs thrashed into the water and displaced the formation in less than a second.

As the ships went flying and colliding into one another, another set of a dozen limbs emerged from the rippling water’s surface and thrashed again, as if the first volley was not enough.

The hands grabbed several ships and lifted them into the air. "SHIIINGGG!!" For fun’s sake, two of the limbs battered the ships against each other like a child would their toys.

Navy threw themselves overboard as their screams were nothing more than seagull cries to her. The sound of metal scraping against metal was engulfed by the water as she decided to crush both ships in half. 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Why not them all? Fountains of water jetted out any remaining ships and fingers formed to curl around the middle of the ships and crush them in half before she would decided to toss them aside from her path.

Beauregard continued to hum with a bright smile as she waded out of the water; her chest began to rise, alongside her head and upper half. Water did not displace or fall off of her; instead it joined her form all the same while she emerged.

Her arms stretched out of the water and she twisted her hips almost examining them herself. Her pseudo-human ocean-blue figure towered over the western coast of the Malecise Regime, with only her ankles actually in the water.

She summoned a tidal wave from behind her, sending the debris of ships flying forward, but she curled her fingers to the back of her, and the roiling waves stopped...

Almost as if she had paused time itself, the massive tidal wave that reached her waist in height waited patiently right behind her. She raised a hand to her lips, "Ahem! Greetings citizens of the Malecise Regime!

I am Beauregard of Burnetrout," she greeted with her sweet bubbly voice that roared across the coast. "I arrive here at your land to fulfil the wishes of my people—my beloved followers. You may pray to me for mercy, but I guarantee it not~

Behold my luscious, divine form for it shall be the last sight you witness. I am Beauregard, the Goddess of the Waves. Any survivors best remember that to spread my gospel and perhaps I may reward you if fate allows us to meet~"

While she gave her holy proclamations, a few tanks lined up at a high elevation along the port. Without waiting for her to complete, all tanks fired.

At least a dozen flew straight towards her and without so much as a flinch, Beauregard raised her arm and caught all of them in one limbs.

She flexed her arm lightly; the liquid pressure inside of her crushed them internally while the liquid rushed into any crevices it could find so that it diffused any chemical or explosive instantly.

Her acid rapidly corroded the metal as she shifted all the ammunition rapidly through her midriff and towards her other arm. She flung her wrist forward and all the ammunition jetted out back in the trajectory they originated from.

Massive chunks of rusted and bloated metal crashed like meteorites into the tanks. The Malcesian army in the vicinity fled from the raining debris; some of them impaled or impacted into the ground.

Beauregard smiled, watching from her perspective as ants ran in circles and were squished by the little bits of gravel she threw. She then pouted to one side, "Fine! If you all are going to be rude about it!"

One command of her arm resumed the tidal wave that crashed past her thighs and rushed towards the port. "SLSH! FWSH! SLUSH! FWOOSH!"

Howling like the wind, a blizzard rapidly blew across the width of the tidal wave, with a small speck of blue speedily moving from section to section.

The blue speck materialized as an armoured figure with a flapping scarf; she stared up at Beauregard, stood on the now completely frozen tidal wave. Water crashed into it from beneath, but it barely budged the ice.

Parts of broke apart into icebergs and began drifting away while Beauregard leaned down and squinted. "And who are you supposed to be? Announce yourself! What is the meaning of this!?"

"None of your business," Frost said without a care as loud as she could.

The annoyed Beauregard blasted jets of water from beneath the ice and sent the chunks of icebergs flying into the air while she lunged a hand forward to catch Frost.

Frost blinked forward into the palm of her hand and remerged in her arm. A trail of ice crystallized throughout the length of her travel as Beauregard’s eyes widened.

She kept blinking through the arm, emerging out at different spots and back into the limb in quick succession all the way up to the new god’s shoulder within a matter of seconds.

Beauregard moaned with a twinge of pain as her entire right arm was encased in ice; she tried to pull her limb free and tore off the arm by the shoulder, leaving a frozen chunk of her entire arm to fall into the sea.

Frost reemerged on the water’s surface slightly away from Beauregard where she made a little plate of ice to stand on. She exhaled all of her breath which came out as clouds.

Crystals stuck all over her armour which she examined. She picked at one stuck to her left arm, only for a flake of her plating to come off with it; an acidic hiss lingered.

Frost dropped herself into the sea, which seemed to melt the frozen bits of acid stuck to her as well as neutralize it before ate through her armour.

She shot back up onto her platform and flexed her limbs which broke the exoskeleton of thin ice that had newly coated her.

"Hey!"

Frost turned to look to her right, "Took you long enough."

’Like I can blink?’ Jotou waved over from the final ship she could get to. "You know the plan, let’s go!"

Taking a deep breath, Frost blinked forward.

Meanwhile, the perplexed Beauregard screamed—in pain, in annoyance, in anger and everything else in between. Her frozen arm melted gradually in the sea and rejoined her form straight into her legs.

Around her legs formed ice as well. Over the whirlpools, bridges of ice trailed behind a blue speck that blinked just below the water’s surface and created ramps that froze over with the water’s movements.

Before the ice broke, skating and sliding across the ice was the Thundering Blade with her sword out in sparks. With her knees bent, she surfed the frost bridge that Frost built up towards Beauregard’s front.

Frost blinked out of the water and popped up into the air in front of Beauregard’s chest, right beneath her gaze. Snow cascaded around the armoured figure as swirls of ice encased her feet, keeping her aloft in the air—she was descending extremely slowly, but to anyone looking, she was essentially floating.

On the final bit of emerging ice, Jotou ran her blade through to act as her brake. She spun to glance up at the looming slime-woman.

Beauregard’s eyes were narrowed at the sight of Frost, but as soon as a speck of yellow-gold sparks came into her view way below her, her expression went into full shock, "You? Not you!"

"It’s me," Jotou figured her voice was not going to reach the slime-girl’s ’ears’ in a million years.

"You came all the way out here to see my majesty? S-stupid!" she shook her head coyishly. "You can’t stop me now Thundering Blade and whoever you are!"

Beauregard swung her remaining arm forward and shot out rapid torrents from the sea into the sky, making reverse waterfalls that sent Jotou flying up on the chunk of ice she was on.

’Idiot.’ Using the water that she herself brough upward, Frost froze a path of water and vapours for Jotou to slide on right towards Beauregard’s head.

Frost blinked onto the slime-woman’s shoulder and finished the path for Jotou to fall into Beauregard’s left arm while her right was still reforming to its previous magnitude.

"Nggh!" Beauregard slapped her own shoulder with the reforming arm, but Frost blinked through her palm and landed on the other side of her right forearm, coating her fingers in layers of ice.

Jotou sparked brightly inside of the ocean-blue arm of the new god. Beauregard winced to the feeling of a mosquito bite that was growing more painful by the second.

The blonde’s voltage rapidly evaporated the acid before it could make any sort of contact that would harm her. Sizzling steam blew out of her shoulder and arm like volcanic vents.

Jotou sunk through Beauregard’s left ring finger and popped entered free fall, at which point Frost blinked towards her and made her a bridge to land on and slide along.

A tunnel of hardened slime immobilized her limb for a moment before the acid broke through the scale-like cauterization and oozed in to fill the empty space which diminished her left arm’s size.

With both of the slime-girl’s arms in states of regeneration, Frost formed a bridge from the descending spouts of water for the blonde to get back up

The two ascended up to Beauregard’s eye level on either side and faced her angered gaze. Jotou slid off the last ramp of ice and readied her blade in the air.

Frost aimed the long ends of her prongs towards Beauregard and beamed ice into her eyes, freezing them over. The slime-woman’s eyes simply chose another spot to be in of course, but in that time Frost blinked through Beauregard’s whole head.

In rapid succession, a shocked expression was being frozen onto the visage of the new god. From the neck through to the hair, Beauregard was flash-frozen within a couple of seconds.

Which set the blonde up to connect her sparking blade from above, "Thundering Strike!" her sword shot down lightning through Beauregard’s entire form, till it scattered across the surface of the ocean up to a certain distance.

"Tink!" The pattern of wild lightning was captured in ice for just a second as her entire head cracked. "BLASTTTTTT!!!"

From the SS Narwhal, they saw a huge wave rushing towards them, alongside the loud rumble of a familiar thunder. The shockwave sent the wind blasting in all directions,

The windshield displayed Beauregard’s head shattering into a billion shards that hailed into the sea and a small speck of sparking yellow way above it, mid-fall.

The crew cheered triumphantly; Hotaru smiled proudly while Fumeko squinted.

"From whence did the rime hail from? Tis far from winter’s approach," Tiffany cocked her head.

Fumeko furrowed her brows, "Oh great..."