That was not the power brought by a miracle, but an unequivocal disaster, as if the crystallization of the Abyss manifested here.
With the ferocious contours of the Demon Dragon unfolding, a pitch-black deluge swept through, engulfing this frail dream of Gold, devouring everything, turning it all into ashes.
Everything was killed in an instant, only to be rebuilt in the next.
In the shared horror and agony, Harry Quinn gritted his teeth, struggling not to let out any moans. Isabella, already incapable of enduring the tornt, fainted amidst her convulsions.
Even in shock, Stigma never once recoiled.
Still, it transford into a pillar, supporting the existence of the dream of Gold.
The high soprano never ceased; with her Soul, she rebuilt everything from destruction, prolonging the story of Spartacus.
Pant Delong gripped his palm tightly, allowing the mask to burn into ash in the terrible heat, his shattered face resembling a Skeleton.
But his hunched body now stood upright.
"I won't let you leave here, Huai Shi," he growled through clenched teeth, raising his head and roaring, "Even old bones like mine won't give in so easily, don't harbor any delusions!"
Confronting the sudden assault of the Demon Dragon, everything began to accelerate and be reforged under the power of the troupe. Taller buildings rose anew from the ruins, re-establishing everything. This illusion was turned into a cage, firmly binding them within.
And in that instant, a lantation of destruction erged from the shell of the dream of Gold. Pant Delong's body jerked suddenly as he coughed out shattered organs, painfully looking back.
Disbelief.
A sound of collapse arose from outside.
.
.
The lengthy escape had finally co to an end.
With a sudden slash, the crack-riddled truck finally lost control, crashing into the ruins beneath the tower.
From within, a disheveled driver struggled to crawl out, attempting to stand.
But his hand was pinned down by Iron boots.
Then, just as he lifted his head, a kick sent him sprawling, tumbling clumsily on the ground.
"Renault, Son of the Red Dragon, how did you fall to such a state?"
In front of him, the aged Asura looked down, no longer able to bear witnessing the disgraceful struggle of his forr disciple.
Once a pupil he had great hopes for, an inheritor he painstakingly nurtured, the future Ten Thousand Chief of the Eye of Nightmare... now reduced to this.
rely a single defeat, just one Curse...
Everything had been utterly transford. Everything lost.
He had even chosen the most radical betrayal—robbing the Eye of Nightmare's treasury, stealing the treasures ant to be delivered to Ruler · Ifrit, subjecting the entire warband to unprecedented humiliation.
So bitterly disappointing...
Avery approached, lifting his Sword Blade towards Raymond's heart. "Raymond, do you have any last words?"
"No," Raymond sighed. "I really can't think of anything that would make you, teacher, let off... Could you, considering my frankness, do a favor? Let fulfill a last wish to eat, drink, and be rry in the Current Circumstances. Afterwards, I'll return to the Eye of Nightmare to et you and accept my death. How about that?"
Of course, that wasn't happening.
In that instant, the Sword Blade pierced through Raymond's chest. There was no more warmth.
But imdiately, black blood gushed from the wound, along with decayed, deford organs and myriad strands of dark aura.
It was like breaking a container that held Disaster.
The corruption flowed out, revealing a monstrous and Ugly appearance...
One could hardly imagine such a form for human organs—tumors, distortions, and countless tiny, malicious eyes moving within...
Beneath the seemingly healthy exterior, the inside had degenerated to an unimaginable degree. A horrific Curse was entrenched in his marrow, dooming him to an endless descent toward the very bottom of the Abyss...
The nearly sacrilegious blood polluted the lands of Hell, rendering the air toxic and foul.
It also stunned Avery in place.
Astonished. Disbelief.
Just then, in the ruins, shattered Lock Chains sprang into the air, entangling Avery and instantly restraining him.
He was unable to move!
This was a trap set with ticulous planning. After lengthy preparation, the mont had finally arrived.
"Sorry, teacher, I didn't an to scare you."
On the ground, Raymond helplessly extended his hand, attempting to stuff his deford organs back into his body, but they seed to have a will of their own, writhing and refusing to comply.
"Surviving, teacher, is very difficult—" he said dejectedly, abandoning his efforts. "You see, just replacing organs every month is a huge expense..."
"Where is Stone Heart?" Avery's eyes widened, roaring furiously in his bindings. "Answer , Renault, where did you take the stolen Stone Heart?"
"This is really... a long story," Raymond said with a self-mocking smile.
Behind him, a Roaring Outburst suddenly erupted. Earth and rocks in the ruins heaved upward, accompanied by the sound of scraping steel. As if from dying bones, an inconceivable miracle erged, taking on a form beyond imagination...
"It's just as you know, teacher," Raymond said, looking into his teacher's eyes. "Cursed by the Elent of Destructive, even with Stone Heart, it ant only one of us could live—my dragon or I."
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