Becoming the Villain’s Family - Chapter 239
The Grand Duke’s hands began to turn black. He didn’t seem to feel any pain.
The terrible smell of burning flesh. A bloody spark that flashed as if it would burn his hand.
Without any feeling, he just grabbed the barrier and tore it open.
In an instant, the magic circle surrounding the forcibly destroyed barrier lost its strength. Shattering into pieces and scattered in the air.
Even the wizards who were barely holding on collapsed and coughed blood.
As the Grand Duke took a step, the knight in the front let out a cry of pain.
He covered his mouth and nose with his palm. Red blood dripped horribly from between his palms.
The Grand Duke passed by the knight, who instantly closed his eyes and fell to the floor.
With a deadly indifferent look.
With every step he took, the delicate grass rotted and crumbled in an instant, turning into ashes and fluttering away.
“Everyone, get yourself together!”
They can’t just stand there helplessly and suffer like this.
One knight got very nervous, brainwashed himself and raised his sword.
“That is not the Grand Duke to whom we swore allegiance to. It is the devil wearing his mask!”
He tried to suppress the primal fear that was squeezing his breathing and rushed forward with all his strength.
He immediately went straight forward after his short rally. The Grand Duke did not dodge the knight’s blow at all and instead stretched out his hand.
The Grand Duke did exactly the same as when he broke the barrier. He grabbed the knight with his stiff fingers and tore them.
People turned their heads to see a scene so cruel that it was difficult to bear to see it.
The knight collapsed. He didn’t seem to be breathing anymore. The Grand Duke trampled on him and moved mechanically toward his next opponent.
“Sa, save me…!”
“Kku-kuhk, kuaa, aack!”
Strange screams and overwhelming fear spread in succession.
‘This is the power of Valentine.’
They reached out like a disaster to the people and took their life. Without reason or emotion.
It seemed like the God in charge of disaster had come down to this earth to judge humans.
‘This is the devil’s malice…….’
As Sabina was exposed to the Grand Duke’s power that was unfiltered without any barrier, a numbing feeling of death rushed through her body, causing her whole body to tremble uncontrollably.
Sabina clutched her trembling arms tightly. Suddenly, her gaze met the Grand Duke’s unfocused eyes.
‘There is no sanity anymore. It’s totally eaten up.’
By the devil’s malice.
Sabina read malicious intent in his faded eyes. A very blatant intention to destroy all life here.
‘It doesn’t end with just a few people.’
At that moment.
Why? Sabina remembered that unpleasant face that habitually asked her to kill him.
If malice is passed down from generation to generation, Grand Duke Valentine’s present may be Tristan’s future.
Is that why he laughed so happily when she said she would kill him? Maybe it was what he wanted to hear the most in his life.
‘Weird. No matter how you look at it, this is not the devil Grand Duke…….’
Isn’t it like protecting everyone from the devil by trapping it in one’s own body?
‘Rather it’s more of a …… sacrifice.’
At that moment, Sabina noticed the core of the truth that she had tried so hard to ignore.
Without knowing anything about the details of Valentine’s relationship, she penetrated the essence.
She tasted blood in her mouth. Probably because she’s chewing on her lip.
The person Sabina respects more than anyone else.
‘So it’ll be okay.’
In the land of dreams, he will cultivate his own path more brilliantly than anyone else.
‘Even if I’m not there.’
Sabina tormented her lips longer.
And just as the Grand Duke was reaching out for Gerald, and Yannick was about to rush in and cover his arms around his master, she ended up tearing the paper in her hand.
“Damn brat… I’m sure I told you to avoid dinnertime!”
It was then.
A man suddenly appeared in front of Sabina and started nagging. He ran through his tangled purple hair and widened his eyes.
“……who are you?”
Now is not the time to have a conversation in a carefree manner. Sabina immediately pointed behind him.
“Yannick, this punk, who on earth did he sell me to… My God, f***!”
This was because the Grand Duke was right in front of him.
The shaman, who was so shocked that his heart stopped, bit his finger to draw blood and then drew letters on his forearm in the blink of an eye.
At the same time, words came out of his mouth like rapid fire.
At first glance, it sounds like a prayer.
“…God is the light that guides us, forget not the shadows cast under your feet, intoxicated by the fire!”
A spell that borders on blasphemy, parading as a prayer.
Carlin breathed heavily and broke into a cold sweat.
The Grand Duke’s large hand was about to grab his head. But he ended up frozen like a statue and unable to move.
“Don’t tell me you’re trying to rip my hair off….”
Not the hair, but the head. Carlin trembled as if his ominous imagination was real.
And he quickly took a step back, widening the distance between him and the Grand Duke.
“What is this situation? Who the hell are you?”
Yannick, who contributed the most to calling Carlin here, gave a brief explanation.
“This is Grand Princess Valentine.”
“You crazy ****….”
Carlin poured out a harsh curse like a spell. Yannick interrupted him and got straight to the point.
“Brother, I’ll explain it to you later, can you do something about it?”
“I’m sorry, but I can’t.”
“I wish you could tie him up for a while like now. I didn’t even expect you to solve it.”
Carlin was a promising genius of the century, but became infatuated with the power of the devil, betrayed the magic world and his teacher, and became a shaman.
He looked around.
The wizards were wary of him. With blatant hostility and a faint hope that he would come forward and solve the problem.
“They’re still doing it….”
Carlin smiled crookedly and then looked back at Sabina.
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