“Uncle Foley? What are you doing here?” She had planned to wait for things to be resolved here before going to rescue him. She hadn’t expected Uncle Foley to come out on his own, which saved her another trip back.
“How dare you! You have too much guts. Leave quickly,” Kelvin scolded loudly, his eyes filled with worry.
“No, if we don’t stop the bleeding, they’ll die soon.” Cheche was referring to the thirteen people who were tied up. If they were left unattended, they would undoubtedly die.
Kelvin hesitated for a moment upon hearing this, then reluctantly took the dagger from her hand and said, “I’ll go rescue them, you take care of stopping their bleeding.”
“Okay.” His actions were quick; he hid behind a pillar, cut the ropes, and let them escape in the chaos.
“Thank you.” Unfortunately, these thirteen people had lost too much blood. At this moment, they were already exhausted, let alone trying to escape.
The hall was filled with villagers, and outside there was a big fire, making it even more difficult for them to escape.
Soon, the village chief noticed the sacrificial victims mixed in with the crowd. He angrily drew his gun and fired a shot at the ceiling.
“The sacrifices are escaping, quickly… Forget about the fire, catch them!”
The Golden Silkworm Magic had not succeeded yet; this was the most critical moment.
Kiara heard her father’s voice and indeed found someone who shouldn’t be there in the thick smoke.
“It’s you, how did you escape?” Wasn’t that filthy bastard supposed to watch over Mr. Foley?
Damn it, that little bastard couldn’t be trusted. She’d see how to deal with him when she got back.
By now, Kelvin had sent the last person off the sacrificial altar, leaving himself alone to face the swarming villagers.
Kiara covered her nose with one hand as she approached Kelvin.
The scent on her body and the strange sound of bells made Kelvin dazed for a few seconds.
“No, something’s wrong.” This woman was indeed full of poison. If this continued, he might fall into her clutches again.
With a thought, Kelvin clenched the dagger and ruthlessly stabbed it into his thigh.
Blood gushed from his leg, flowing into the totem along the groove. The intense pain brought him back to his senses.
“Why did I escape? Because I’ve been pretending to be unconscious all along. But unfortunately, you now know the truth, and it’s too late.” Kiara widened her eyes in astonishment, followed by a burst of angry laughter.
“Hahaha… I lost because I loved you too much, so I couldn’t bear to poison you.”
If she had known, she should have listened to her father and used Bane Magic to control him.
When she mentioned that word, Kelvin looked like crap.
“Love? Do you, a dirty and malicious woman, know what love is?”
“The reason you didn’t make a move on me during this time was simply to use the Love Magic on me.” Kiara gritted her teeth.
“You heard that too?”
“Not only that, but also how you killed your poor ex-husband with the venomous King Cobra. Killing her own spouse in the blink of an eye, that kind of love is something Kelvin doesn’t want at all.”
Kiara laughed loudly, thinking that Kelvin was afraid because he had heard about her ex-husband’s cause of death.
In a seductive voice, she tried to reassure him, “Don’t worry, you’re different from him in my eyes. I won’t let you die. I’ll only-make you submit to me!”
“Impossible, then I might as well die!” Kelvin firmly refused her temptation and finally wore down Kiara’s last shred of patience.
“Damn it, is it so hard to fall in love with me? Don’t worry, when the Love Magic succeeds, you will willingly submit.” She looked forward to that day.
Kelvin, upon hearing this, shifted his gaze towards the center of the totem. Due to being stained with the blood of fourteen women, the Magic in the middle started to react violently.
Inside the glass vessels, myriad Magic creatures were tearing each other apart, and the ground was strewn with the bodies of snakes, insects, and scorpions. However, they were soon turned to ashes by a great fire.
The fighting continued.
Kiara eagerly anticipated the birth of the final Magic king, who would be the lucky recipient of the Golden Silkworm Magic.
At that moment, Cheche’s voice rang out behind Kelvin.
“We must not allow the Golden Silkworm Magic to come into existence. Who knows how much trouble it will cause.”
“I told you to leave quickly, why have you come back? Go!”
Kelvin couldn’t even guarantee his own escape, let alone with a young girl in tow.
Cheche pursed her lips, tears welling up in her eyes as she looked at him and said, “Uncle Foley is still here. How can I leave? Uncle Foley, are you hurt?”
Blood continued to flow.
Kelvin was increasingly puzzled. He had only known Cheche for two days, why was she so concerned about him? And why did this little girl feel so familiar to him?
“I’m fine. You said the Golden Silkworm Magic must not be allowed to appear?”
“Yes!”
Because it would involve another much greater force!
“I understand.”
With those words, Kelvin immediately gripped his dagger and charged towards Kiara’s direction.
She was the Witch; killing her would disrupt her spell.
“Quick, protect the Witch!”
Seeing Kiara in danger, the village chief shouted anxiously.
At his words, the thugs armed themselves and joined the battle.
Gunshots echoed inside the hall. Kelvin darted between stone pillars, despite his injured leg, displaying remarkable agility.
The bullets hit the pillars and the ground, always missing by a hair’s breadth.
Kiara watched, furious and anxious, cursing inwardly, “They’re all useless!”
But she dared not stop chanting her spell.
Seeing the situation turn dire, a mysterious figure hiding behind the scenes signaled, and dozens of bodyguards behind him attacked Kelvin.
“These people…”
Dressed in suits, clearly professional bodyguards, some of them even black.
They were not villagers; they represented another faction.
Kelvin dodged their attacks while his brain raced.
Their abilities were clearly superior to the spontaneously organized villagers. Kelvin couldn’t dodge in time and was shot in the shoulder.
“Ugh.”
Nevertheless, he didn’t give up, using his dagger to stab back at the assailants surging towards him again.
“I can’t die, at least not here!”
“Cheyenne is waiting for me, and so is Grandpa… Cierra, I can’t die!”
Kelvin’s leg and shoulder were bleeding, his back slashed three times, soon becoming extremely disheveled.
His strong will to survive made him stand up again and again.
Amidst the fires and gunshots, other villagers who had awoken from the stupor of the drugs panicked and scattered.
The chaos allowed the petite Cheche to successfully approach the Magic.
Grabbing a glowing glass vessel, the little girl coldly exclaimed, “Don’t move, or I’ll smash it!”