e-booksonline Chapter 77 Leo's Death and... The Thief Cries "Stop Thief!"?
Chapter 77 Leo's Death and... The Thief Cries "Stop Thief!"?
"Oh no! It's a space stone! How could he still have one?!"
Sorey gasped in disbelief, his face contorted in shock.
"Damn it!"
The raven on the treetop was also nearly exasperated.
The plan, which seemed to be finalized, was unexpectedly disrupted at the last minute.
However, once the fluctuations of spatial power are triggered, they are irreversible, and even powerful figures like Hick can only watch helplessly!
A burst of intense white light suddenly erupted and then vanished in an instant.
Hick and the others looked anxiously toward Leo—only to see Leo, his severed arm bleeding profusely, lying on the ground, barely breathing. Clearly, the burst of spatial power had not been without cost for him, who was so close at hand.
But Sillian, who had been nestled close to him, had vanished without a trace.
Based on their last actions, the truth is obvious.
Did you leave the only way out... to your loved one?
Hick remained silent.
Honestly, he couldn't do it, or rather, very few people could make such a choice.
"A love story so poignant and moving... Ah..."
Looking at Leo, who was barely alive on the ground, Hick was speechless for a moment.
Though I cannot reach it, my heart yearns for it.
If it weren't for the task my supervisor absolutely had to complete...
Forcibly manipulating Belon's body to walk to Leo's side, Hick's voice was low and complex:
"Leo, to be honest... if possible, we might... be able to become friends."
"Cough cough...and a...cowardly black rat?" Leo lay quietly, his voice weak but full of disdain. "I...don't have...that kind of friend...cough cough...how...how do you know...about my predecessors..."
Hick gazed at his dying opponent and sighed softly, "The fire of death?"
"You...so...knew..." A hint of relief flashed in Leo's eyes, then turned into a final mockery. "Heh...your plan...is really...crude..."
"If it works, isn't that enough?" Hick retorted.
Leo fell silent.
Yes, the victor is king and the loser is villain. Even the most meticulous plan can be no match for a successful, simple scheme if it fails at the last minute.
He gave a self-deprecating twitch, then closed his eyes resignedly: "Let's do it."
"Well then, farewell, Leo Reys!"
Faced with this young man whose hope for life was being consumed by his lover, Hick did not hesitate for a moment.
Knowing full well that villains die from talking too much, he wouldn't engage in a long argument with Leo. After all, in this incident, he looked more like a villain than a hero.
The controlled Belon's body suddenly twisted violently, and his chest abruptly collapsed, condensing a terrifying energy that sent chills down one's spine!
"No—!!!" As Hick's mental energy was withdrawn, Belon briefly regained some control and let out a heart-wrenching, desperate wail.
Om-!
A beam of energy, condensed to its extreme, burst forth fiercely from Belon's chest!
puff!
Blood and brains splattered everywhere!
The energy beam pierced Leo's skull with pinpoint accuracy!
As Belon's body twisted unnaturally, the lingering energy beam, like the scythe of death, swept across several paralyzed white wizard apprentices in the distance, leaving fatal holes in their bodies, their fates unknown.
BOOM—!!
Exhausted, Belon's body exploded like a bursting airbag!
Flesh and bone fragments transformed into a sky full of scarlet raindrops, falling in profusion.
"Walk!"
Hick's cold command pierced the minds of Sorey and the others.
The shadows on the treetops swayed slightly, and the ravens had vanished without a trace.
Sorey and Brown exchanged a glance, both speechless, before their figures mysteriously vanished from the spot.
The canyon has returned to its deathly silence.
Only the strong smell of blood and burnt food filled the air.
On Leo's still-warm body, and around the bodies of several white wizard apprentices, countless tiny, faintly glowing white spores quietly emerged, spreading and enveloping the body as if they were alive.
In the blink of an eye, the corpse covered in spores mysteriously vanished from the ground, as if it had never existed.
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"Hehehe! Little lambs? Try begging for mercy on your knees! Maybe I'll take pity on you and spare your lives? Hahaha!"
"Exactly! Especially those girls, I have the softest heart! Beg for mercy! Hahaha!"
Listening to the enemy's unrestrained filth and taunts, Nia's heart sank to the bottom. He was overwhelmed by confusion and fear and was at a loss for what to do.
Am I not one of our own? Is this how you treat your own people? This is clearly a move to wipe them out!
Looking at his six remaining, battered companions, and then at the dozen or so menacing dark wizard apprentices surrounding them, feeling the excruciating pain of his severed arm and the piercing agony of each breath from his shattered ribs, Nia was drenched in cold sweat.
These bastards are really going all out! If this keeps up... shouldn't we reveal our identities?!
"Who goes there?! How dare you trample on the rules within the territory of the Evans family?!"
A roar filled with rage exploded throughout the canyon like thunder!
With this roar, the massive rune array that spanned the sky and isolated the inside from the outside shattered like fragile glass!
Sunlight pierced through the gloom like a sharp sword, and a figure, bathed in the light, hovered in mid-air—it was the owner of Evans Manor!
A raging hurricane surrounded the old man, whipping up sand and gravel. Massive amounts of wind elements roared and surged around him, radiating a terrifying, suffocating pressure!
His gaze swept over the hellish scene below—blood, severed limbs, and the agonizing cries of the dying—and the once kind old man's hair and beard bristled, his eyes wide with fury!
"Damn crawler! Die!!!"
As the old man roared, each word filled with murderous intent, the vast wind element gathered around him instantly boiled over!
Thousands of sharp blades, composed of pure wind elements and gleaming with a chilling light, appeared out of thin air, blotting out the sky and the sun!
Level 1 Spell - Wind Blade! (Can be used as a single spell or in groups; its power depends on the wizard's mana strength and the amount of magic invested.)
At this moment, it was unleashed with all its might by a furious first-level wizard, and its power seemed capable of tearing the entire canyon apart!
"go--!!!"
As the old man swung his arm down, the countless wind blades transformed into a deadly metallic storm, emitting a piercing shriek, and poured down upon the black wizard apprentices in the canyon!
The old man's appearance was like the dawn breaking in the endless darkness for the remaining white wizard apprentices, and their faces burst with ecstasy!
The dozen or so dark wizard apprentices instantly turned pale! They stared in terror at the spot where Brown and the others had been standing—
There was no one there anymore!
"I surrender—!" "My lord, spare my life! I will..."
Realizing they had been completely abandoned and discarded, the dark wizard apprentices' faces were instantly filled with despair and resentment. The words of pleading had barely left their lips—
Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!
A dense, rain-like storm of incredibly sharp wind blades has arrived!
They seemed to have eyes, precisely avoiding the remaining white wizard apprentices and ruthlessly covering all the black wizards!
"Ah—!!!" "No—!!!"
The heart-wrenching, desperate screams were instantly drowned out by the terrifying sound of wind blades cutting through flesh!
Where the wind blades passed, blood mist filled the air!
More than a dozen dark wizard apprentices were like being caught in a meat grinder, cut to pieces on the spot, leaving no trace of their bodies!
Only a few who were slightly luckier were also severely injured and fell to the ground, their bodies covered with deep wounds that exposed bone, emitting dying groans.
The old man's face was as cold and hard as iron, and his withered hand reached out to grab a groaning, seriously injured black wizard apprentice from a distance!
An invisible force instantly lifted the man up, dragged him in front of the old man, and suspended him in mid-air.
"Speak!" The old man's voice was as cold as ice. "Who ordered it?!"
Blood gushed from the apprentice's mouth, his eyes glazed over, and with his last ounce of strength, he managed to squeeze out a few words, broken and fragmented: "It's...it's hope..."
Before he could finish speaking, a cold glint flashed in the old man's eyes! His suspended hand twitched slightly!
The apprentice's eyes froze instantly, his life force extinguished!
"Hmph! At least you died a quick and painless death!"
The old man snorted coldly and tossed the limp corpse away like trash.
His figure slowly descended, his icy gaze, like a tangible blade, sweeping across the few remaining black wizard apprentices on the ground, still groaning in pain like rag dolls.
Clearly, the interrogation was far from over.
The surviving white wizard apprentices, though pale as paper and covered in wounds, looked at the few barely clinging to life "black rats" with eyes burning with deep-seated hatred and raging fury!
More than anyone else, they desperately wanted to know who was behind this nightmare!