themonasnovels Chapter 75 York: I am a traitor!?
Chapter 75 York: I am a traitor!?
"Uh... my eyes... I can't... see clearly!"
"Damn it! Magic... Magic is frozen! I... I can't move!"
Before Leo could get a response to his question, the white wizard apprentices in the formation were already groaning in pain!
The Soul-Eating Miasma silently eroded their senses and power, their vision rapidly blurred and distorted, and the magic power within their bodies became like being trapped in a sticky swamp, making it difficult to even maintain their posture. Many people staggered and half-knelt on the ground.
"'Soul-Eating Miasma'! Quickly activate protective magic! Isolate them!!"
Sirian, fighting off the dizziness, shouted hoarsely in an attempt to put up a final resistance.
"Hahaha! Too late, little beauty!"
Brown let out a merciless sneer, like a cat playing with a mouse.
"From the moment you stepped into this prison of desolation, your fate was sealed!"
His gaze then shifted to Leo, who was barely holding on, with a naked cruelty in his eyes.
"Now, I, Brown, call the shots here! Not that piece of trash Sory! What bullshit are these safe zone rules? In the face of absolute power, rules are meant to be broken! Red-haired brat, accept your fate! Today, you're not getting away!"
Leo watched as his companions struggled painfully in the miasma, losing their fighting ability, and a bitter smile appeared on his face.
He took a deep breath, completely ignoring the deadly miasma rushing into his lungs, his voice carrying a final plea:
"Your target is me... Let them go! I... am at your disposal!"
"Hehehehe—!"
Sean's thick, twisted laughter echoed through the valley, filled with malicious mockery.
"Let them go? On what grounds? To let them escape alive and report back? Fools! So many people will die with you, so the journey to the truth won't be lonely! Hehehe!"
Brown's declaration and Sean's grotesque laughter were like the last straw that broke the camel's back, completely crushing any remaining hope!
A cloud of despair hung over every white wizard apprentice.
"Bastards...bastards! Fight them...fight them!!"
The apprentice who had previously berated York had bloodshot eyes and struggled to point at York, who was slumped on the ground in terror, and roared.
"But...but before that...let's kill this traitor first!!!"
"Heh heh heh! They're targeting our people? Did they even ask us?"
Sean's voice shifted in all directions, adding fuel to the fire with a sinister glint in his eyes, "York is a great partner who has done a fantastic job! Of course we have to 'protect' him!"
"Come here, York! Once this is over, you'll get every penny of what I promised!" Brown called out at the opportune moment.
York was completely dumbfounded! A traitor? An inside man? When did he become one of their people?! That damned picture was clearly...
"No! You..." He opened his mouth wide in horror, trying to explain.
"Don't be afraid! We'll protect you!" Sean's voice interrupted with "concern."
"I..." York was sweating profusely and shook his head frantically.
"We remember your contribution!" Brown emphasized again.
"He..." York tried his best to point to Nia in the crowd.
"Don't worry! None of the white wizards here will survive today! Your identity is spotless!"
Sean's "guarantee" was like a cold shackle, completely blocking his avenue for defense.
York, whose mouth and tongue were numb and whose body was limp from inhaling too much miasma, could only frantically shake his head at the apprentice who was grabbing his collar, his eyes filled with extreme fear and despair at being wrongly accused.
"Traitor! Still trying to deny it?! Die!!!"
The apprentice, his reason corrupted by anger and delusions, was convinced that York was the traitor!
He roared ferociously, using the last bit of magic he could muster, and a dazzling crimson light instantly condensed in his palm!
"How dare you—!!!" Sean shouted in a mix of shock and anger, as if he were about to intervene.
"Hahaha! I'm going to die anyway! What don't I dare to do?! Die!!!"
The apprentice laughed wildly as he plunged the spell, imbued with his last ounce of hatred, into York's unsuspecting chest!
"Ugh—Pfft!!!"
York's body shuddered violently, and he suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood!
He looked down in disbelief at the horrific, charred, smoking, and translucent hole in his chest.
He was overwhelmed by a profound sense of absurdity and excruciating pain—just moments before he had been a hero praised by everyone, and now he had become the first traitor to be eliminated by "his own people"?!
His unfocused pupils finally locked onto Nia's figure in the shadows of the crowd.
A cold, eerie smile seemed to be curving up at the corners of Nia's lips...
"Ni..." His lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to call out that name, but the gushing blood blocked the last syllable.
Bang!
York, filled with endless injustice and confusion, collapsed heavily to the ground, his empty eyes staring fixedly in Nia's direction, dying with unresolved grievances!
"You—how dare you kill him!!!" Sean let out a furious scream, as if he had lost a brother.
"Heh...heh...just a...black rat's...lackey...kill...so what? Hahaha...cough cough cough..."
The apprentice coughed up black blood while laughing wildly, then collapsed to the ground, his consciousness beginning to fade.
"Good! Good! Good!" Sean shouted three times, his voice distorted with rage. "Brown! Do it! Kill them all!!!"
Brown watched Sean's convincing "performance," his lips twitching almost imperceptibly, but the expression was quickly replaced by coldness.
He abruptly drew the bone blade from his waist, pointed it at Leo and the others who were the only survivors in the canyon, struggling in the miasma, and gave the final order to slaughter them:
"Leave no one alive! Kill them all!!!"
High up in the shadows, Sori remained as silent as a stone.
His icy gaze pierced through the chaos, locking onto the red figure kneeling on one knee, supporting Silian.
"Leo..."
His voice was low and hoarse, like the cold wind in a tomb, "Though I cannot finish you off with my own hands... your death is imminent!"
The black-robed figure, who had been standing silently behind him as if blending into the shadows themselves, slowly took a step.
Without a word, without any unnecessary movements, but silently and with a suffocating sense of oppression, they walked down the rocks step by step, heading in Leo's direction.
"Leo! Hang in there!"
Sirian held Leo's cold hand tightly.
The antidote she had prepared beforehand worked; although her condition was bad, she was far better than others. She looked anxiously at Leo's pale face.
"No...it's nothing..."
Leo responded with difficulty, but his gaze was greedily and deeply imprinted on Sirian's face.
His gaze was filled with endless longing and a deep reluctance to part, as if he wanted to etch her face and her soul into his own fading life.
"I'm sorry...I'm...I'm so sorry..." His voice was broken and shattered, every word soaked in blood and tears, "It's...it's my fault...I've dragged you into this..."
"No!"
Sirian shook her head sharply, her voice resolute, her eyes showing no resentment, only a rock-solid determination.
"No harm done! I know you have a way! Go! Go now! Live! And then..."
She took a deep breath, as if pouring all her strength into her next words, "Avenge me!!!"
Her face was a mixture of boundless longing for life and unwavering fearlessness in the face of death, and in her bright eyes, there was only one belief left—to let him live!