In the dark and damp underground cell, Serena lay dying on the ground, her clothes tattered, her body covered in scars and blood, her once beautiful long hair scattered messily on the ground like a trampled rose.
Alan stood in front of her indifferently, without a trace of pity or sympathy in his eyes.
He watched Serena struggle in pain and listened to her faint moans, but his heart was filled with twisted satisfaction.
He squatted down, stretched out his palm, and gently stroked Serena's cheek.
His fingers slid across Serena's skin like cold snakes, making her feel nauseous and terrified.
"Selina, you used to be such a proud and beautiful woman," Alan's voice was low and hoarse, "but now, you lie at my feet like a dog. This is what you get for betraying me."
Selina tried hard to open her eyes. She looked at Alan's distorted and terrifying face, her heart filled with despair and regret.
She tried to speak, but only faint moans came out of her throat.
Alan smiled and pulled out a sharp dagger from his waist. The dagger flashed coldly under the light, as if foreshadowing the coming death.
He gently placed the sword against Serena's chest and thrust it in with all his might.
Serena's body trembled violently, and then became completely still.
Her eyes were wide open, but lifeless.
Allen drew his sword and watched Serena's life slip away.
There was no ripple in his heart, as if he was just completing a trivial task.
Finally, he stood up, looked coldly at Selena's body, then turned and left the cell.
What was left was dead silence and darkness, and Selina's eyes closed forever.
Song Jiao bent down, her voice low and ghostly, "Your mother was killed by your father, it's not like the rumors say!"
The scene in the illusion gradually dissipated, but Elsie remained standing there, as if frozen in the pain and shock of that moment. His face was as pale as snow, and his eyes were empty and confused, as if he had lost his soul.
Song Jiao looked at him coldly, her voice devoid of warmth: "Now, do you still think this is love?"
Elsie's lips trembled, but no sound came out.
His heart was bleeding and his world was collapsing.
What he once thought was love turned out to be just a terrible nightmare.
Song Jiao floated closer to him and looked at him teasingly, "Do you still believe in your father now? He doesn't love your mother at all. He only likes that face, the face that is similar to the white moonlight in his heart."
"No, it's not like that." Elsie held her head, but in her heart she was trying to tell herself not to listen, all this was the devil's trick.
Just as Elsie was sinking into endless despair and anger, Song Jiao's voice rang in his ears again, soft and bewitching: "This is what your father calls 'love.' He doesn't love your mother at all. He only loves himself, his power and status. Your mother is just a sacrifice to satisfy his selfish desires."
Elsie trembled and turned to look at Song Jiao.
His eyes were already red, filled with hatred and anger.
Song Jiao continued to bewitch him, "Alan is a tyrant. He doesn't deserve the throne, let alone your mother's love. You must avenge your mother and seek justice for her. Only you can end this tragedy."
She reached out and gently stroked Elsie's cheek. "You have royal blood flowing in your body. You have strength and courage. Don't run away anymore, Elsie. Resist Alan and take back everything that belongs to you."
Under Song Jiao's instigation, Elsie's anger grew stronger and stronger.
He clenched his fists and his eyes became firm and cold.
He wants to avenge his mother and make Allen pay the price he deserves.
Elsie's heart was completely ignited by Song Jiao's words, and anger and resentment burned wildly in the depths of his soul like a raging fire.
He recalled his mother's gentle eyes, the hands that wiped his tears countless times, and the heart that always worried about him.
And the one who destroyed all this was his father.
There was a gleam of hatred in his eyes, as if he wanted to swallow up the whole world.
Song Jiao watched Elsie fall into the abyss of anger and resentment, and a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth.
She knew that she had successfully bewitched Elsie and made him her pawn.
Now, all he had to do was wait for the right moment so he could use his hatred for Allen to achieve his own goals.
Watching the wings behind him gradually turn black, it turned out that the fallen angel was indeed the most perfect.
As soon as she left, Allen went there. He originally wanted to see what happened to the puppet, but he didn't expect to see Elsie's wings turned black as soon as he walked in.
Song Jiao started to enjoy the show again.
As a fallen angel, Elsie's strength has greatly increased.
As Alan approached, a huge sword energy flew towards him. He frowned and shouted, "Elsie, are you trying to kill me?"
"You beast, you killed my mother!"
His eyes were fixed on Allen not far away, the man who had once made him endure endless pain and torture.
Elsie's heart was filled with rage and resentment, and he wanted Allen to pay for his crimes.
With a deafening roar, Elsie suddenly spread her wings and turned into a black lightning and rushed towards Allen.
The power of darkness gathered in his hands, forming a sharp sword. With the determination to destroy everything, he slashed towards Allen fiercely.
Allen's eyes widened in horror as he tried to dodge the fatal attack, but it was too late. Elsie's speed was so fast that he couldn't react. His sword pierced Allen's body in an instant, and blood gushed out, staining the surrounding darkness red.
However, Elsie did not stop his attack. He swung his sword and slashed around Alan frantically, each blow carrying devastating force.
Alan groaned in pain as his body was torn apart by Elsie's attack.
He wanted to fight back, but he had no strength at all.
Only now did Alan notice that there was an additional barrier around the bedroom to suppress the power of angels.
Song Jiao looked at the screen, a barely perceptible smile forming on his lips. He had just known that Alan would definitely come over, so he had simply set up a barrier.
The purpose is to make this person's death easier.
At this point, Elsie was completely consumed by anger and resentment. He had only one thought in mind—let Alan die! His attacks grew increasingly frantic and violent, as if he was about to devour the entire world.
In the end, under Elsie's crazy attack, Allen's body completely collapsed and turned into a pile of bloody ruins.
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