Mags’s analysis was razor-sharp, every point hitting home. It was clear this was a woman with a meticulous mind.
“If you know so much, aren’t you afraid I’ll kill you?” Kayden asked coldly.
Mags shook her head. “You won’t kill me. You need me to learn more about Hellblazer.”
With that, she raised her knife and plunged it fiercely into her chest. Blood spilled from her mouth as she grinned and said, “My heart is on the right side! They won’t suspect a thing.”
Most people’s hearts are on the left, but a rare few have theirs on the right. Mags was one of those rare individuals. Her purpose for stabbing herself was simple: to gain Hellblazer’s trust.
After speaking, she pulled the knife out and handed it to Kayden. “Master Commander, give me a chance! Hellblazer will come to investigate after we ‘fall.’ They’ll find me then.”
Kayden took the knife from her hand and said, “Fine, I’ll give you a chance.”
Hearing this, Mags collapsed to the ground, unconscious.
Kayden turned to Wood Faulkner and scooped him up. Looking at his frail body, Kayden felt a faint pang of emotion.
Perhaps this was all part of Hellblazer’s plan. Whether they intended to use The Nightshade to eliminate him or use him to eliminate The Nightshade, one thing was certain-Hellblazer was trying to manipulate him.
Lucy wanted to say something but swallowed her words.
Kayden turned to the disciples gathered in the square. At this moment, he had reached the pinnacle. In their eyes, he was a god-a deity controlling their fate.
“Clang! Clang, clang, clang!” The disciples dropped their weapons one by one. They had surrendered.
“Dr. Scott, please, let them go!” Lucy pleaded earnestly.
Looking at the thousands of corpses already lying on the ground, Kayden had no desire to continue the slaughter. “Leave!” he commanded.
At the sound of his voice, the remaining disciples ran down the mountain as if they’d won the lottery. To them, the ordeal had been like a walk through hell.
Even with thousands gone, thousands more corpses remained, blood pooling across the ground. The scene wasn’t as grand as a battlefield, but it was enough to resemble a small war zone.
Piles of bodies and rivers of blood stained the mountain.
At that moment, Lacey Bennett and her group arrived at the square.
From the base of the mountain, they had heard countless noises-thunder, lightning-and had considered turning back. But their determination to continue had kept them going.
As they stepped into the square, they barely had time to catch their breath before taking in the hellish sight before them. Corpses littered the ground, blood trickling toward their feet, and not a single living soul in sight.
“Ah!” Diana finally let out a piercing scream, unable to contain herself.
The sound echoed through the valley, startling the birds and beasts in the forest.
Deep in the mountains, faced with such a scene, it was clear what kind of place this was.
“Hell! We’ve walked straight into hell.” One woman screamed in terror.
“There’s someone over there. Who is that? They’ve spotted us!” A trembling man pointed at Kayden and Lucy in the distance, shouting loudly.
Following his finger, they saw Kayden approaching step by step.
“A god of death! That must be a god of death! He must’ve killed all these people,” another man cried in horror.
“A devil from hell! That must be the devil himself!”
But Lacey Bennett felt something was off. She thought she recognized the man. That face, that expression, that posture-
It was him. It really was him.
At first, she thought her eyes were playing tricks on her. But no, there he was, standing right in front of her.
“Don’t panic, everyone. I know him. He’s no god of death or devil. He’s my… friend,” Lacey said, swallowing hard.
“Friend?” The others found this hard to believe.
They all hid behind Lacey, who couldn’t help but notice the mountain of corpses and the rivers of blood. She was terrified, of course, but her curiosity outweighed her fear.
Why was this man here?
In her memory, he was a married man. The first time she saw him was at a hotel, dining with his wife. There had even been a rare diamond involved in that encounter.
They’d had some interactions after that, but she never imagined he would show up in this mysterious mountain.
From the scene before her, it seemed he had killed all these people.
In his arms was a woman. Had he slaughtered all these people for her?
The woman was stunning, even cradled in his arms. Lacey could feel her beauty radiating from afar. Alongside her admiration, Lacey also felt a twinge of envy.
This woman must be incredibly lucky to be held by him, to have him kill so many for her.
Apart from the woman in his arms, Lacey also noticed Lucy beside him.
Lucy was beautiful too, with the grace of an ancient noblewoman, exuding an aura of class and refinement.
It seemed Kayden had no shortage of women in his life. No wonder he didn’t even spare her a glance.
“What are you doing here?” Kayden suddenly stood before Lacey, his voice cold.
Kayden didn’t have a photographic memory, but his recall was far better than most.
Of course, he remembered Lacey Bennett, the famous daughter of the antiquities tycoon Israel Bennett.
Lacey stammered, “I… I got lost! We came to the mountains to hunt for treasure, but we lost our way. When we saw the buildings here, we came over.”
Treasure hunting.
Kayden didn’t bother with the topic. His voice remained cold as he said, “Leave. I’ll take you down the mountain. This is no place for you.”
Watching his cold back as he walked away, Lacey swallowed hard and asked, “By the way, where’s your wife?”
She was deliberately stirring the pot, disapproving of Kayden betraying his wife.
Kayden stopped in his tracks and turned to stare at Lacey. His gaze burned, but it wasn’t focused on her face-it was fixed on her chest.
“Bah! Scumbag!”