Abnormal crossing

Chapter 194 The Curtain Falls (Part 1)

Myron Dort's sudden action took everyone by surprise.

Milo, who was about to step forward to deal with the sudden change, couldn't help but stop in his tracks, a series of question marks appearing on his face: "??????"

What the hell is going on?
True.

Samantha and Mellen Dort, as the masterminds behind the scenes, are definitely not good people, and there is no such thing as upright character or code of honor among thieves. It is perfectly acceptable for them to engage in double-crossing or infighting.

However, the so-called "acceptable" condition is that it must be based on the division of spoils, that is, only after the plan is completely successful and the enemy is completely eliminated.

Jin and Milo are clearly a formidable enemy of unknown origin. In this situation, even the villains should work together or borrow each other's strength to fight against and break the deadlock, right?
But what on earth is this move by Myles Dort?

A true example of sacrificing teammates to grant boundless power?

Of course.

Compared to the crowd in the audience, who had various thoughts, Samantha herself was even more shocked at this moment.

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The head of the Persian Herald slowly lowered his head, looking at the golden blade emanating from his chest. Blood dripped down the blade, blooming into dazzling flowers on the ground.

Her pupils contracted sharply a few times, and her lips trembled as she opened them, as if she wanted to say something, but only a stream of dark red blood foam came out.

"Cough cough," Samantha finally managed to squeeze out her voice after several attempts, hoarse as if it were shattered glass, each word bubbling with blood: "Why...?"

As she spoke, her fingers spasmed as she gripped the light blade, instantly scorching her palms with black marks. She seemed oblivious to the pain; her already aged face was now contorted almost grotesquely, her eyes swirling with rage and disbelief: "The plan...you couldn't have succeeded alone!"

Before he could even utter the last word, "despicable," he was left speechless.

An energy surged from the blade of light, instantly turning Samantha into a fire spirit.

Wait until the flames disappear.

Only a small pile of ashes remained on the ground, a testament to the presence of someone who had once stood there.

This Herald, who had manipulated the entire Persian civilization, died mysteriously at the hands of his own people.

Then, Myron Dort took two steps forward expressionlessly, his boots treading on the ashes as if they were nothing, and grasped the cane left behind by Samantha.

Then he glanced at Valerius beside him: "Your turn next, Valerius."

Upon hearing this, Valerius's expression turned solemn, and he bowed slightly to Mellen Dort: "It is my honor."

talking.

Beneath the feet of this one of the three guardians, the director of the contemporary monarchy research institute who seemed to be under Samantha's command, a flame appeared that was exactly the same as Samantha's.

In an instant, it covered Valerius's entire body.

Enveloped in flames, Valerius seemed oblivious to the pain, gently placing his hand on his chest: "Lord Mellen, I depart first, may the new covenant be eternal."

next second.

Valerius's face was completely covered by flames, and when the flames burned out, only a pile of ashes remained on the ground.

Upon seeing this, a slight ripple finally appeared on Myron Dort's face, but it quickly disappeared. He walked to the other small orb of light left behind by Valerius and covered it with his palm.

Jin watched the whole thing from the sidelines with a cold eye, except when Valerius was engulfed in flames, she frowned slightly, seemingly a little surprised by his performance.

Another moment passed.

Myron Dort, who was holding a scepter in his left hand and covering the ball of light with his right, suddenly trembled and his body became translucent.

It was as if some unknown force was eroding his body.

Instead of fresh blood flowing through his veins, a dark, black light meandered through his flesh like venomous tongues. However, faced with this sudden change in his body, Myron Dort showed no fear or panic. Instead, he reached out and clenched his fist in another direction, pressing the black orb extracted from the Bosca royal family deep into his chest.

"Pfft-"

The ball of light burrowed into his body as if it were alive.

In an instant, Myron Dort's bones creaked under the strain, his muscles twisted and swelled, and dense dark lines appeared on his skin, which was not yet completely transparent.

See this situation.

Myron Dort turned to Jin again, his eyes flashing with a crazed dark light, his lips twisted into an almost torn arc, his voice hoarse and distorted: "No matter where you learned the secret from, it's meaningless now. This is... supreme power!"

boom!
Suddenly, Myron Dort spread his arms wide, and a powerful energy storm exploded around him. The air was compressed and made to crack, and the ground cracked, with rubble rising into the air.

His figure expanded and twisted within the energy vortex, as if about to transform into some kind of inhuman being—

then
Myron Dort held his arms outstretched for a good half minute, but the so-called "about to" moment never came.

His expression froze abruptly: "What?!"

He lowered his head, his pupils contracting sharply.

The black energy that had been raging within him seemed to be forcibly drawn away by some more powerful being. The dark lines under his skin faded rapidly, like murky seawater at low tide, leaving behind a pale and dried-up body.

His muscles began to atrophy, and his bones groaned under the strain, as if something was disappearing from his body.

"No, impossible!" Myron Dort's voice finally betrayed a hint of fear: "...Why...why can't I control my power?!"

Like a passenger who has just realized he's forgotten his ID at a train station, he frantically patted himself down: "Bosca's main source is fine. The Guardian's 'keys' have all been successfully assembled... Wait a minute! Where's Ophelia's information fragment? Where did the information fragment go?!"

His roar echoed in the empty hall, but no one responded.

until--

A disdainful sneer rang out from Jin's mouth: "Ophelia, someone's looking for you."

Myron Dort suddenly looked up at Jin.

next second.

A figure slowly emerged from behind Jin.

Myron Dort also recognized this man; he was none other than one of the crew members of the Khan, named Salin.

But at this moment.

The "Sarin" mask was peeling away inch by inch, revealing a face that Myron Dort knew all too well:

Ophelia, the sixth princess of the Persian royal family.

Ophelia's eyes were like blades, staring at Myron Dort with intense anger. However, what truly made Myron Dort lose his composure was the purple diamond-shaped mark on Ophelia's forehead, representing the bloodline of the Bosca royal family.

“Impossible, impossible,” Myron Dort murmured unconsciously, his voice growing louder and louder. “How could you be here! I clearly saw you being—”

Wow.
Before Myron Dort could finish speaking...

The black orb extracted from the Bosca royal family suddenly bounced outward from Myron Dort's chest.

Followed by.

A crack suddenly appeared in the air beside the black sphere of light, and a young man wearing the same princess dress as Ophelia, but with an unfamiliar face, stumbled out:

"Holy crap, I protest! Making my buddy do this for just a drink is outrageous! He deserves extra money!"

(End of this chapter)