Whoosh!
A flaming knife was plunged into Nineveh's slender neck!
Sigh!
Nineveh felt a sharp pain and suddenly roared to the sky. With a jolt, a vast amount of ethereal matter burst forth from her body, creating a hurricane that ripped away the ruins on the ground, sending up billowing dust.
Fagga was also blown away by the hurricane.
A vampire without wings is an outcast of the sky; no matter how hard Fagar tries, he can't catch up with Kunmutu, who is only half a meter away from him.
There was only falling, endless falling; the wind was howling, and we were hundreds of meters above the ground.
They could no longer fly; a height of several hundred meters felt like the distance described by the King of Hell.
He slowly pushed the pen forward, getting closer and closer, until the ink covered the page where Fagga was, and everything came to an end.
Finally, Fagga gave up his obsession.
A pair of blood-stained hands retreated from the blurred vision, leaving behind only a knife and an umbrella with its leaves fluttering, never opened.
Behind it, a gigantic skeleton was howling in agony, its two large fleshy pieces desperately clutching the burning Netherflame at its neck.
In a mere instant, flames had already engulfed his entire neck. Even the etheric matter within Nineveh, the finest fuel, switched sides the moment the Netherflame arrived, offering its loyal knees to the flame and instead burning its former master!
Pfft!
Suddenly, Fagga laughed gleefully.
He knew that this level of injury was not enough to kill Nineveh.
But witnessing a dog-eat-dog feast of betrayal by colleagues makes the price he paid worthwhile.
"Tsk, I'm so unwilling! Give me a few dozen more teammates, and I'll definitely be able to kill you!"
Fagga gazed intently at Nineveh one last time, taking in her screams and wails.
It looks just like it! It really does!
The King of Hell's pen is drawing near again, splashing ink into the dusty memories of Fajia, and things that he had never wanted to recall before suddenly come flooding back.
One night, when Fagga was eleven years old, the full moon hung on the branches, its enormous void clearly visible.
On ordinary days, the children would gather around the director and laugh, pointing at the hole in the moon.
It was the same then; the moon remained empty, and the children lay sprawled on the floor, sleeping in terrible positions. The headmaster stood beside them, shouting stories that humans couldn't understand.
Suddenly, the dean turned around and saw Fagga. Soon, he ran over.
Although he was no longer as kind as he once was, and was even more ferocious and imposing than Fagga remembered.
But he was still the same as before, running over to the children with enthusiasm, and then accidentally bumping into Fagga's knife.
Finally, under Fagga's stunned gaze, the abbot retreated in disbelief, singing with screams and wails that although his appearance had changed, his heart was as fiery as before!
But after the heat comes the cold...
Blood was everywhere, a feast was everywhere, but the vampires who survived showed no sign of joy.
Fagga knew that from now on he would be all alone.
Suddenly, with her eyes closed, Fagga felt herself being thrown off her original falling trajectory by a huge impact and forcefully pulled into someone's arms.
He didn't open his eyes because he remembered this heartbeat.
“Eileen?” Fagar said softly.
However, Ellen seemed to be in a bad mood. She gently bit Faga's collarbone before whispering in Faga's ear:
"Stop arguing! If you interfere with my proper entry into the spatial rift, we'll both die!"
Rescuing people using the hollows and fissures is inherently risky; a single misstep could result in both of them perishing.
Therefore, even if Eileen has a lot to say, she can only put it off for later; she must concentrate fully now.
"Please help me retrieve Kunmutu, thank you."
"I understand... I wrapped it up with my tail from the beginning."
As she spoke, Ellen couldn't help but glance back, where Kunmutu's umbrella and blade were caught in her tail.
Suddenly, Fagga opened his eyes. Anemia made his face pale, but warmth brought a smile to his face.
He lowered his head, buried his face in Ellen's hair, and slowly exhaled, "Eileen, thank you."
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