The Darkest Dream

Fierce fight 2

The universe seems to be on Lizzie's side, its power as if fully charged. But he knew, when he used that power. Then it would be the last thing he had. The power that would also usher him into the death passageway soon.

Samara screamed in pain, her body bouncing against the stone wall like a giant great wall.

"Still should we continue this grandmother.I will willingly give you a little of my blood as you need. If only you'd lower your ego a little." Lizzie bargains a little negotiating.

"Cuihhh..!! keep dreaming of the accursed child..! You haven't won, remember that!" Sergey Samara did not accept Lizzie's offer, which sounded demeaning and self-respecting.

Lizzie sighed resignedly, the girl gave up. His arrogance had eaten away at the grandmother's human soul.

"Then let's see how great your broken granddaughter is, Grandma." said Lizzie smiling with a grin as she raised her hands up, it resembles a circle that circles the shape of a blue moon that is increasingly perfectly rounded.

"Okay.ayo we continue this small, loving reunion. I want to see whose destiny will end tonight." Lizzie said sarcastically. She was tired of leading her grandmother down the road of repentance. It was already his time that he sent the demonic woman to the place where the grandmother should be.

The magic fight back, Samara looks increasingly depressed with the circumstances. The light of the blue moon that hit his skin felt burning all over his body. Should he, he had already finished performing the ritual of purifying the blood of the crown prince and heir to pure blood. In order for the full moon to arrive, his self was already invulnerable and even more invincible. But Lizzie's unexpected presence has ruined everything. His appearance he too underestimated his bastard grandson. Lizzie was not as weak as the heir of pure blood before her, she was off guard and now had to be sprawled helplessly without the slightest help.

Many times Samara tried to take refuge under her cloak. But repeatedly also Lizzie revealed the robe. Until finally Samara sprawled on the grass, in a slightly burned condition in her skin area, which was exposed directly by the blue moonlight.

Lizzie's steps are a little shaken, but her trademark beats her weak side. As she approached her grandmother, Lizzie pulled the demonic woman to her feet in apprehensive condition.

"Did you never watch Grandma's television.do you not know, if the main character is always a winner. No matter how dying the main character was, the final victory would still be his. Absolute and irrefutable!" lizzie whispered in the grandmother's ear, they were quite close. Lizzie embracing Samara's body, Samara felt an incredible energy infiltrate her body. A few seconds her condition returned to normal, just like a normal human when Lizzie hugged her.

"I want you to feel more pain than the torment of hell and the punishment of the gods. So I give you a little gift, Grandma. Use it well." Lizzie continued in a whisper. Actually Lizzie is already at the last limit of strength and also his consciousness. Even to speak, he was barely able.

"You're still safe in my grandmother's hands, but not in my daughter's hands. You will become ashes, and your soul will not be accepted even in hell." Lizzie said with the rest of the consciousness she had. His eyes began to blur, his body collapsed to the ground next to the grandmother. His eyes began to dim, before completely shut perfectly, Lizzie mentioned the names of her sisters one by one. Also his parents. That memory is what he will carry in his long sleep. A memory full of happiness and affection, which will envelop his memory of all the influence of evil magic.

The pace sounded closer, but Lizzie's eyes were unable to open. A sweet smile was imprinted on his face. His destiny will begin tonight. A fate that shouldn't involve anyone, but alas, the haughty Ale and her careless grandmother. Has changed Lizzie's good destiny until it's destroyed beyond sight.

Now that his eyes have closed perfectly, his heartbeat has stopped, his pulse is no longer there.The universe swapped the life of an innocent girl, to atone for the carelessness and sins of the ancestors and many clans. Birth on the right line to be a redeemer. His birth in the forest would bring many calamities to the heretical sects. But his birth, too, has saved many lives. Of the greed and punishment of the universe.

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A half-step gallop running kulu kilir could be heard stomping on the marble floor many times. Some people are racing with something. Occasionally they communicate through hand gesture codes as well as eyeball glances.

"How can we do that, Eun.." said his colleague, looking desperate. His head was lowered deeply on both knees.

"The serum did not work as expected.I would rather just die this way. I can't take it anymore.I give up!" connect her again while scooping her face violently. The heavy frustrated face that was plastered was clearly there.

"I've already said what to do to perfect the serum. But there is no one who serves me." said Eun chimed her colleagues with a ketus tone.

"You know it's impossible, right? why ask for something you can't possibly get.." Ramos looked at Eun with a resigned look.

Eun snorts at Ramos' words, just like her other colleagues.

"I'm just trying to save humanity's savior emissary. You should be quiet if you can't support my idea, instead of suppressing me with intimidation at the council meeting." Sarkas Eun is upset. His form of annoyance at Ramos is still long-tailed. His colleagues and friends even follow him to corner him, during a board meeting some time ago.