Dark Wizard: Rise! My undead army!

Upon feeling the touch on her lips, Sofia's body trembled violently as if she had been electrocuted.

I was...forcibly kissed?!

Thinking of this, Sophia's body went limp, but Lynn held her tightly.

She didn't struggle or push away; she just stood there, frozen like a corpse.

Her eyes were open, looking at the sky.

The sky was blue, the sun was bright, and the plague fog had receded to the horizon.

The light in her eyes was fading, as if something was slowly drawing it away.

Leon stared wide-eyed in disbelief, dumbfounded as he watched the scene unfold.

The woman he loved was...

But I... can't do anything about it!

He couldn't shout; he just opened his mouth and made a hoarse sound from his throat, like a mute person protesting silently.

His eyes were bleeding, tears and blood mingling and streaming down his cheeks.

He struggled desperately, but the invisible hand still held him, and he couldn't move.

He looked at Sofia, watched the light disappear from her eyes, watched her become a soulless shell.

The chaos in Liberty City was brought to a standstill by this scene, and everyone stared in disbelief at the handsome couple in the sky.

Their goddess was defiled by the man in black, while her true boyfriend—their savior—was...

Thinking of this, some people cast strange glances at Lyon.

The savior must have felt quite uncomfortable.

The kiss lasted for three minutes, until Sophia couldn't breathe, at which point Lynn released her.

Sofia lay sprawled on the ground, like a lump of mud, without making any movement.

Lynn licked his lips in a perverted manner.

"Hmm, it tastes pretty good."

Two lines of bloody tears still clung to Leon's face, his mouth agape, unable to utter a sound.

And the power of the world continued to flow into his body, more and more...

Seeing that the performance had gone well, Lynn turned to look at Lyon and calmly gave him a countdown to death.

"Come to the Plague City within a month, or... I'll collect her corpse."

Having said that, he leaped into the air, his black robe fluttering in the wind.

Lyon remained in a dazed and confused state, seemingly oblivious to Lynn's words.

When it reached mid-air, Lynn suddenly stopped and looked back at the terrified faces in the square.

Hmm... let's give this kid a little more excitement.

He raised his hand, and a ball of grayish-white light fell from his palm, bringing back a familiar sensation.

Space Storm!

Leon's eyes widened suddenly.

"No--!"

The ball of light landed in the center of the square, and the gray-white light exploded, sending spatial fragments flying in all directions, turning into an invisible spatial storm that continued to rage.

Tragedy struck.

The dense crowd had no time to escape or hide...

Numerous human bodies were instantly torn apart, turning the storm blood red.

The ground was cut open, the stone slabs were torn apart like paper, revealing the soil underneath.

The houses at the edge of the square began to tilt. Not because they were pushed down, but because their foundations were cut.

A stone house split in the middle; the left half remained in place, while the right half slid down and crashed into the shed next to it.

The shed collapsed, burying the people inside under rubble and stones.

The screams came from the ruins, muffled, as if they were coming from underground.

A moment later, the space gradually returned to calm, and a large crater appeared in the center of the square.

It wasn't blown out; it was carved out layer by layer by spatial fragments, like peeling an apple...

There was nothing left in the pit—rocks, soil, human bodies—all shredded into powder by the spatial fragments.

Severed limbs and remains were scattered around the edge of the pit, and blood flowed into the pit along the cracks.

A woman was lying on the edge of the pit, half of her body hanging out of the pit.

Her hands gripped the stone slab at the edge of the pit tightly; her nails were broken, and her fingers were covered in blood.

She dared not let go; below was a bottomless pit, and if she fell in, she would be gone forever. But she couldn't climb out either; she had no strength left.

"Help...help..." Her voice was weak, and no one heard her.

Everyone was running, shouting, and crying.

A man ran past her, and she grabbed his ankle.

"Please... help me out..."

The man glanced down at her, kicked her hand away, and ran off.

The woman's hand slipped from the edge of the pit, and her body fell downwards.

She screamed, then fell silent.

The pit was so deep that I couldn't hear the sound of it hitting the ground.

A young girl squatted in the corner, her hands clasped together, her lips moving.

"God of wisdom... God of war... God of death... whichever god it is, please save me... please..."

Her voice trembled, and her teeth chattered.

No one answered her; all the gods were dead.

Lynn left, and the restraints on Leon disappeared.

He rushed to the edge of the pit, knelt on the ground, and looked at the severed limbs and remains.

He couldn't recognize who was who.

There were no intact corpses, no complete faces, only bits of flesh and bones.

He looked down at his hands, which were covered in blood, but it wasn't his blood.

"Sofia...Sofia..."

He murmured, his voice sounding as if it came from a very distant place.

No one answered him.

Lyon looked up at the sky.

The sky was blue, the sun was bright, and there was no sign of the plague.

The man in black robes had disappeared.

The divine artifact "Free Will" has been stolen...

The woman I love was humiliated and abducted in public...

His most trusted followers were killed on the spot...

Each and every one of these events was a shock to his nerves.

He wished the man in black robes would kill him as well before leaving.

That way, there might not be so many worries...

Lyon's mouth was wide open, wanting to vent, wanting to shout!

But only a hoarse sound came from his throat...

He closed his eyes, fell forward, and spat out a mouthful of blood, which splattered onto the rubble around the pit.

He couldn't take the blow any longer and fainted.

The guards, seeing the "Great Demon King" leave, cautiously approached.

Seeing their "savior" cough up blood and faint, the guards rushed forward.

Some people shouted "Sir!", some shouted "Doctor!", and some stood there helplessly.

The captain of the guard pushed through the crowd, picked up Leon, and checked his pulse.

It's still beating, but the pulse is very weak.

"Take it back! Quickly!"

Several people quickly lifted Lyon up and ran towards the administration building.

In the square, the survivors were still crying, still shouting, still searching for the remains of their loved ones.

An old woman sat by the roadside, holding a baby in her arms. The baby was crying loudly.

The old woman looked down at the baby, whose face was red and scrunched up.

She gently patted the baby's back, humming something under her breath.

After humming for a while, the baby stopped crying.

The old woman looked up at the sun in the sky. The sunlight was so bright that she squinted.

"What a tragedy..." Her voice was very soft, as if she were talking to herself. "What a tragedy..."

Nobody knew what to do next.

Nobody knows if this city can survive.

No one knows if the man in black will ever return.

No one knows if humanity still has any hope...