Chapter 246 Layton's Death

Chapter 246

Viscount Leighton was wearing a heavy windbreaker with the hood hanging low, covering most of his face, and his figure was hidden in the shadows of dusk.

He walked slowly through the forest path outside the castle walls, touching the Violet King totem on his chest with his fingertips, feeling the faint but clear mental fluctuations, which were the signals from Klaus.

His face looked extremely ugly.

The mentor whom he once regarded as a guide and who had given him guidance and enlightenment when he was young, has now become his enemy who almost pushed him into the abyss of death.

If it weren't for the timely help from "Grandfather", he would have died in the wilderness by now.

And now, this mentor showed up without any disguise, and openly called on him through the totem inheritance of the Violet King.

A sneer appeared on Layton's lips, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.

"Heh... Klaus, I want to see what tricks you are going to play this time..."

His windbreaker rustled in the forest, but his steps became faster and faster. A faint purple light shone from his body, like smoke and fog, looming in the night. It was the power activated by the Violet King totem.

As the purple energy flowed, he was like a ghost, swiftly moving through the woods and running towards the depths of a dense forest outside the territory.

At the same time, his palm gently stroked the worn-out pocket watch in his arms.

That was the residence of the spiritual clone of "Grandfather", and Leighton almost instinctively wanted to draw a sense of security from it.

Of course, Layton is not a reckless person.

The moment he left the castle, a carrier pigeon with pale wings flapped its wings and flew high, crossing the dark clouds and snow, rushing towards a secret contact point.

…

Deep in the dense forest, there is an open space naturally surrounded by trees, as quiet as a tomb.

At this moment, there were three figures standing there, seemingly waiting for something.

Leading the group was an old man with grey hair and beard, and a slightly hunched back, as if his spine had been bent by the years.

He was wearing a simple dark grey robe, with his hands behind his back, looking frail and as if a gust of wind could blow him down.

But only those eyes were out of tune with his whole body. They were clear, sharp, and even so hot that one dared not look directly at them.

He is Viscount Layton’s former mentor, Klaus.

Behind him stood a young brother and sister.

The two men have similar facial features, black hair and black eyes, and their temperaments are cold and slightly alert.

The boy was about fifteen or sixteen years old, his face still had a bit of childishness, but his eyes were fierce and determined beyond his age, like a wild beast that had been trapped for too long, ready to strike.

The girl is a few years younger, but already has the looks of a future beauty.

Her big eyes were clear but filled with deep uneasiness. She held her brother's hand tightly, her knuckles slightly white, as if she was trying hard to suppress the fear in her heart.

Her body trembled slightly, but she bit her lip and said nothing.

At this moment, Klaus slowly closed his eyes, feeling the subtle fluctuations in the mental connection.

After a moment, he spoke softly, his tone calm and deep: "My beloved disciple has arrived."

His voice was not loud, but it was like a ray of thunder rolling in the night wind, slowly spreading into the depths of the dense forest.

The next moment, a rustling sound came from deep in the woods, like the sound of fallen leaves being quietly stepped on, or like a ghostly shadow walking through the woods.

A few rays of setting sun shine through the branches and leaves, falling on a human figure.

Viscount Leighton, wearing a hood and a dark robe, slowly emerged from the forest. He had an upright figure and walked calmly, yet with a suppressed edge.

He raised his head and his eyes swept across the boy and girl. After just a glance, they fell on Klaus who was standing in the front.

His eyes were cold, but there was a hint of a smile in them.

"Teacher, it's been...long time since we last met."

The corners of Layton's mouth rose, with an ambiguous tone of contempt.

Klaus seemed not to notice the sarcasm in his words. He just smiled calmly and said, "Layton, you were just a little kid sitting next to me listening to my explanations, but now you are a brass alchemist who can stand on your own. As your teacher, I haven't had the chance to congratulate you yet."

However, this seemingly warm greeting completely ignited the anger in Layton's heart.

He suddenly raised his head and laughed, his laughter was mixed with hatred and sarcasm: "Hahaha! Good teacher, what a good teacher! He deliberately led the Quetzalcoatl's pursuers towards me - what an unforgettable 'teaching'!"

The air seemed to freeze for a moment.

However, Klaus remained calm, even with a meaningful smile on his face, and said lightly:

"But under the oppression of death, didn't you finally break through the shackles and step into the realm of the Bronze Alchemist? This is part of growing up, my child."

"Shut up, you damn old thing!"

Finally, Layton could no longer suppress his anger. His voice suddenly rose, his eyes turned red, and he almost roared.

"You keep saying that we are a master and a disciple, but you are actually plotting to kill me! If I hadn't been lucky enough to successfully break through to the Bronze Alchemist level, I would have been killed by you, an old man!"

Klaus's expression did not change at all, as if he had already anticipated what was happening.

But the young man behind him suddenly took a step forward, with a cold light in his eyes.

"How dare you insult the teacher? You're courting death!"

His aura suddenly became strong, and a young but murderous force suddenly spread, as if he was about to attack in the next moment.

Layton's eyes darkened and he sneered, "Oh? You little bastard, you are so arrogant. It seems that you lack some education from your elders."

Before he finished speaking, his body suddenly flashed, a faint purple light overflowed from his body, and a huge and gorgeous violet flower quietly bloomed behind him.

The petals are layered and as gorgeous as blood, with a hint of light purple poison in the stamens, giving off a captivating and mysterious aura.

Violet King Totem, now!

Almost at the same moment, the violet flower shook slightly, and suddenly spewed out a cloud of swirling purple poisonous mist, which carried a strong corrosive smell and went straight towards Poker Rolls and the other two!

"Layton! Stop it! I'm not here to fight you!"

Klaus frowned slightly, but finally took action.

He waved his hand, and suddenly a group of dense bee shadows appeared in the air.

Hundreds and thousands of nimble witchcraft bees instantly gathered into a swarm, circling and dancing like an impenetrable wall, intercepting, swallowing, and decomposing the poisonous fog, blocking the three of them.

"Aren't you here to fight?"

Leighton sneered, waved his sleeves, the purple air had not yet dissipated, and there was a faint tendency for him to attack again.

"Then what are you doing here? To tell me if your new apprentice is obedient? Or to see if your 'failed product' from that year died in the hunt you arranged?"

Klaus was silent for a moment, then looked up at Layton, and finally put away his smile. He said in a slow but meaningful tone: "Layton, if I really wanted you to die, you wouldn't be standing here now. But today, I do have something to cooperate with you."

Klaus finished speaking and before Layton could continue, he spoke first, his tone suddenly becoming low but powerful, as if he was reading a declaration that had been buried deep in his heart for a long time.

"This world..."

"It has been rotten, numb, and terminally ill for too long."

"Whether it's for the sake of this world itself or for all the lives that are still struggling to survive, and for those alchemists who are moving forward under oppression day after day. This dirty and silent order must be broken!"

Klaus slowly raised his head, his eyes penetrating through the branches of the dense forest, looking towards the invisible sky.

"Those thrones high above...once looked down upon the world, like gods. But times are different now."

"Even the Golden Throne... may not be unshakable, and may not be able to fall."

When he said this, his tone suddenly changed, and he whispered as if dropping a bombshell: "Layton, I can tell you that we failed to completely kill the Golden Throne of the Quetzalcoatl."

"But, besides him, there is already a real golden throne in this world, which has fallen into our hands."

Layton's pupils shrank.

Although he didn't say anything, he was deeply shaken.

Klaus, just a brass alchemist, was able to participate in the assassination of the Golden Throne?

This shows that the power behind him is definitely not ordinary!

And judging from his tone, this is not the first time he has achieved such success...

"Layton."

Klaus' tone suddenly became softer, yet more scorching, like a flame licking dry wood.

"You are no longer the apprentice you once were. As a brass alchemist, you are qualified to enter 'that door'."

"As your teacher, I now formally invite you to join us and become one of the creators of the new world."

"We will use our own hands to smash the corrupt throne and create the most beautiful tomorrow."

"A new world of true freedom and justice that is no longer dominated by corruption!"

At the end of his speech, Klaus's originally hunched figure seemed to straighten up a little, and his old eyes revealed a kind of heat that was completely inconsistent with his age.

It is a belief that is almost paranoid, a fanatical brilliance that is willing to die for one's ideals.

He wasn't trying to persuade, he was just preaching.

It was as if he really believed that the corpse of the Golden Throne was the ladder to a new world.

But Layton sneered.

He was certainly not one of those alchemy apprentices who had just entered the industry and had never seen the world and would become excited and kneel down to pledge allegiance after listening to a few passionate speeches.

He saw it clearly:

This is not about building a "brave new world", but just a few disgraced lunatics fleeing in panic after a failed attack.

At this moment, what they are facing is not "ideal", but the overwhelming murderous intention of Quetzalcoatl.

What's more important is that there is still a blood debt between him and Klaus! The next moment, Layton's eyes condensed slightly, and he felt that the "allies" who were ambushing in the distance were already in place.

He restrained his smile, but suddenly raised his head and laughed out loud, his voice so high that it almost lifted the branches and leaves in the forest: "Hahaha... Klaus, you are really... as eloquent as always."

He stared at the other person with a dagger-like gaze, his tone cold: "Hahaha! Don't give me that crap, Klaus. To me, the so-called brave new world means watching you die in front of me! Everyone in the Quetzalcoatl, the Klaus you're chasing is right here, show yourself!"

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As soon as these words were spoken, dense rustling sounds were heard from the dense forests in all directions.

The leaves were rolling, the branches were trembling, and swift and stealthy figures were approaching rapidly.

Those were the pursuers from the Quetzalcoatl—they had received the message from the carrier pigeon released by Layton, and were closing in at an alarming speed!

The wind grows stronger, and the murderous intent becomes more intense.

The expressions of the boy and girl standing behind Klaus changed drastically in an instant. The girl's watery eyes were full of fear. Her body trembled slightly, and she subconsciously held her brother's hand tightly.

The young man suddenly turned around and glared at Layton fiercely, his eyes filled with hatred, as if he was ready to pounce on this "informer" and tear him to pieces at any time.

On the contrary, Klaus, who was standing in the front, was as calm as ever.

He was not at all flustered, nor did he show any anger at Layton's "betrayal".

Klaus slowly raised his head and looked at Layton, a hint of regret appeared in his eyes, and he whispered:

"Alas... my child, I am so sorry for you."

"You could have been one of the founders of the world order, but you chose this path, going along with corruption and depravity."

His tone was low and sad, but there was no softness in that emotion.

"Since you are willing to join the Quetzalcoatl, and since you have chosen to become a part of this old world... then, for the future of the new world, as a teacher, I can only remove this rotten chess piece of yours with my own hands."

"Bah! Stop playing tricks here!"

Viscount Leighton shouted angrily, murderous intent boiling in his eyes.

"We are both Bronze Alchemists, so let's fight to see who lives and who dies. Today, I want to see how long you, the 'teacher', can keep being so arrogant!"

He waved his hand violently, and the huge Violet King behind him suddenly let out a low hum, and its petals bloomed layer by layer, with dazzling purple light and overflowing poison!

The Violet King Totem swayed violently, as if it was going to engulf everything in the forest in the poisonous fog.

Under its protection, Layton's figure was as fast as lightning, and his body was shining with purple light, which was the combat blessing bestowed by the totem.

In the battle between alchemists, totems are everything.

As long as the totem is not broken, it will be difficult to truly kill the alchemist.

And now, Layton no longer hesitates, he wants to use his own power to destroy his former mentor!

However, just before the Violet King was about to launch an attack.

Klaus shook his head slightly, as if he was not facing a battle, but a child who had gone astray.

He sighed softly, without even a hint of anger in his tone, only cold compassion: "Alas... Layton."

"I said..."

"As your teacher, if I really wanted to kill you, you wouldn't be able to stop me."

"Since you insist on taking this wrong step, I have no choice but to clean up the mess."

The Violet King's attack had not yet broken out, the next moment.

Klaus suddenly closed his eyes and whispered something in a low voice, as if he was resonating with some ancient and mysterious existence.

At this moment.

Buzz! The petals of the Violet King, which should have been in full bloom, suddenly trembled, as if frozen by an invisible force, and hovered in mid-air like a solidified statue.

"Um?!"

Leighton's expression suddenly changed, and he felt a strong sense of uneasiness in his heart.

He subconsciously took a half step back, but instantly felt the familiar protective power of the violet totem outside his body disappear silently like smoke!

Bang! At this moment, a sound of breaking through the air suddenly came! A bee the size of a fingernail, with a penetrating power that makes your scalp tingle, shot straight towards Layton's forehead like an accurate bullet!

"No--!"

Layton's eyes widened, his face suddenly distorted, and he tried his best to mobilize the remaining power of the Violet King.

Just as the bee was about to hit.

A faint purple light emerged from his forehead, barely blocking the fatal blow.

"Huh?"

Klaus was slightly stunned, as if he didn't expect that Layton could hold on even after losing the protection of the totem.

However, he did not delay.

The dense forest behind him was roiling, and the Quetzalcoatl's pursuers were approaching aggressively, so he had no time to investigate further.

“Buzz buzz buzz…”

As Klaus waved his sleeves, several more bees flew out from his cuffs, suddenly splitting and spreading in the air, turning into small groups, and rushing away like bullets one after another!

Layton roared and called out to the Violet King frantically, but his totem had not returned, his protection had dissipated, and he was nothing but a naked mortal.

"puff……!"

A bee pierced his chest with pinpoint accuracy, like an arrow piercing the air.

Purple blood splattered, and Leighton fell backwards, his body landing heavily on the soil covered with fallen leaves. His eyes were wide open and his breath was rapidly weakening.

Klaus didn't look back, but whispered: "What a pity..."

Then he turned around and fled into the woods with the young boy and girl. Their figures were swallowed up by the thick dense forest, leaving only a faint buzzing sound echoing in the air.

After a few breaths.

The Quetzalcoatl's pursuers finally broke through the forest. They glanced at Layton, who was lying on the ground covered in blood, without stopping for a moment.

"He's already useless, keep chasing! The target hasn't left the jungle yet!"

"Don't let Klaus get away!"

Several dark shadows passed through the woods and continued to chase forward.

…

In the worn pocket watch, a faint golden spiritual light rippled gently, and Lin En's spiritual clone was quietly suspended in it, taking in the entire change.

"There really is something wrong with the Violet King's totem... No wonder I felt something was wrong before."

Lynn's voice was calm, but her eyes darkened slightly.

"But fortunately, I had made arrangements in advance. The evolution path of Layton's totem has been modified under my guidance. Otherwise, that blow would have hit his brain directly. Even I couldn't save him."

He looked at Layton's fallen body, his expression normal: "He just died of heavy bleeding, his nerves are not completely broken, and his spirit is still there... It saved me a lot of trouble."

He slowly stretched out his hand and grasped the air.

"Died so quickly..."

"That's a good deal. It's a good deal for me."

The next moment, Lin En's spiritual clone slowly rose from the pocket watch, as light as the morning mist, but with a suffocating sense of oppression.

His eyes fell on the spiritual flame between Leighton's eyebrows that had not yet been completely extinguished, and he said softly:

"Layton, I'm here to borrow something. Your body belongs to me for now..."

As he pointed his finger, a ray of spiritual light penetrated into the depths of Leighton's sea of ​​consciousness.

Lynn, is entering his spiritual realm.

(End of this chapter)