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The distant, tightly shut door was shattered by a tremendous force. A tall figure clad in tight leather stepped inside.
The Magician, seated on the central bench, sensed the presence of the newcomer, and his eyes flickered slightly. The crimson slit pupils behind the mask slowly opened.
"I detest impolite guests; you are not welcome here," the Magician declared, his voice resonating throughout the space. Instantly, the surrounding Aberrant ceased their fighting and turned their gazes toward the figure at the entrance.
Wu Qinghong scanned her surroundings with beautiful eyes, a wave of nausea washing over her from the overwhelming Blood Smell, causing her brows to furrow.
"Rats should hide in dark sewers, yet you have crossed the line."
Her tone remained calm, but as soon as she finished speaking, countless Aberrant lunged toward her. A torrent of blood dripped from their wounds, creating a grotesque spectacle.
Wu Qinghong slowly lifted her head, and in that instant, a bizarre scene unfolded. A crimson ripple emanated from her center, as if endless hellfire was igniting around her.
The ripples swept through the bodies of the Aberrant, instantly reducing them to ash, while the blood and severed limbs on the ground turned to dust.
The Magician trembled slightly, his crimson slit pupils fixed on Wu Qinghong. He hadn't expected that the remnants of the Crimson Demon Eye would intertwine with Azure Abyss.
He fought to suppress his fear. "We share a common goal; we are not like those abyssal parasites."
Gritting his teeth, he knew all too well who stood before him. Whether it was Azure Abyss or Crimson Demon Eye, this figure was a nemesis to the Empire Military Department's reaper.
The three Crimson Child had heard of Wu Qinghong's name and would have loved nothing more than to flay her alive. Yet he couldn't fathom why such a person would come to this insignificant Wu City.
But with his mission at hand, all he needed to do was buy time; as long as someone could complete the Sacrifice, they would emerge victorious this time.
"Are you stalling for time?"
Just as the Magician prepared to make his final stand, Wu Qinghong's cold voice rang out, devoid of any emotion.
Immediately after, he felt his pupils constrict beneath the mask.
With a soft thud, Wu Qinghong flicked his wrist, and a spherical object rolled slowly to the ground, tumbling until it came to rest at the feet of the Magician. The Magician's body began to tremble violently, his breath coming in heavy gasps, his eyes wide with shock, and the cane he leaned on shook violently against the floor.
It was a head.
A little girl's head, her face twisted in agony, her pale cheeks marred by a haunting beauty, her hollow eyes clearly having been gouged out.
It’s time to end this. Oh right, let me remind you with your blood: if you dare lay a hand on anyone from the Military Academy, there will be no need for the Crimson Demon Eye to exist.
Wu Qinghong's tone was flat, as if he were discussing something mundane.
No, you can't kill me! A curse has been planted here; if I die, it will sacrifice the entire city. Even if you manage to escape, Wu City will be completely erased.
You are from the Military Department; you wouldn’t want to witness such a scene.
The Magician's mind was already unraveling. He realized that he and his companions had been deceived by those from Azure Abyss; they had become the scapegoats. Just a moment ago, he sensed the death of one of his comrades and knew that facing this harbinger of death left them with no chance of survival.
I don’t care.
But just as the Magician held onto a glimmer of hope, Wu Qinghong's voice rang out above him.
In an instant, a crimson blade sliced through the air and slammed into the ground. The sword pierced through the marble floor, and along its length, a head adorned with a mask featuring scarlet eyes slowly slid down, its cut remarkably clean.
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