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Chapter 743: Chapter 49: Betrayal
The enormous hand formed of thick shadows, akin to instruments of torture from the Abyss, suddenly tightened its five fingers fiercely, and the terrifying force instantly acted upon Cyrus’s shattered body!
"Crack... squelch!"
The sound of bones cracking, horrifying and teeth-grinding, erupted simultaneously with the muffled burst of crushed flesh!
Cyrus’s already severely injured body, under this absolute force, seemed like a water pouch that was excessively compressed, suddenly deforming and shattering!
Blood, shattered bones, and fragments of internal organs mixed together, forming a thick blood mist, which exploded fiercely in mid-air!
Yet, at the very moment this blood mist exploded—
"Whoosh!"
A spectral silhouette, extremely vague and nearly transparent, shot out from the core of the blood mist in a manner far exceeding physical speed!
Much like a panicked ghost, it ignored physical barriers, aiming to flee towards the distant sky!
In ordinary sight, this might only appear as a fleeting illusion or the scattering light of energy. But in Lynch’s sight, pierced through illusion by the vision of the [Eye of Death God], the phantom figure was incredibly clear—
It was Cyrus’s soul, terrified and attempting to escape!
Unknown what secret technique or artifact he utilized, he forcibly detached his soul from the summoning of supreme rule will at the moment his flesh was destroyed, attempting to preserve his consciousness and escape!
Seeing the soul about to break through the forest shadows and vanish beyond perception—
"Clang-clang-clang—!"
The chilling sound of chains, as if from the depths of the River Styx, suddenly arose!
Countless pitch-black chains, formed purely from death energy and shadow rules, appeared around Cyrus’s soul as if they were living venomous snakes, instantaneously weaving into an impenetrable Heavenly Net!
These chains were etched with twisted runes, exuding an absolute coldness capable of imprisoning the soul, easily piercing through Cyrus’s ethereal form, binding and locking him as tightly as branding iron on snow!
The other end of the chains was held by Alfred, who had somehow already taken out a peculiar crystal ball.
The crystal ball was entirely pitch-black, with vortexes slowly turning inside, emanating a strange attraction that drew in souls.
"No! Let go of me, Alfred! You traitorous..."
Cyrus’s soul emitted a silent yet mentally resounding scream and curse, struggling desperately but unable to move the shadow chains even an inch.
Alfred’s gray eyes showed no ripple at all, only icy indifference. He lightly pulled his hand holding the crystal ball back.
"Argh—!"
Amid Cyrus’s soul’s utmost despairing wail, those pitch-black chains abruptly retracted, forcibly dragging the ever-struggling soul towards the eerie crystal ball!
At the moment Cyrus’s soul touched the surface of the crystal ball, it was like a water droplet merging into the ocean, twisting and howling, forced into the deep darkness within.
The black mist inside the crystal ball churned fiercely, where a small face in agony flickered fleetingly, then completely calmed, reverting to dead silence.
Alfred expressionlessly weighed the crystal ball that seemed a bit heavier in his hand and then put it away. The entire process was swift and neat, as if he just completed a trivial task.
Only then did he slowly raise his head, those gray eyes shared with Lynch, penetrating hundreds of meters to look over calmly.
...
Meanwhile, in the deepest part of the Land of Freedom, the forbidden place known as the "Eternal Hall".
Sitting upon the Immortal Throne, seemingly fused with shadows, time, and even death itself, the holder of Eternal Night Truth—
The Immortal Wizard Morris, that ancient, unchanged silent aura was suddenly disturbed by a faint ripple enough to invoke rules!
He abruptly opened his eyes! Those deep eyes, akin to a starless night, replaced their usual absolute calm and indifference with a chilling blaze of anger!
Though this rage was forcibly suppressed by his formidable will, only releasing a trace, it already caused the entire Eternal Hall’s temperature to plummet, the ambient pressure multiplied instantly, even making the flow of time seem to thicken!
The slaves standing silently under the throne, like carvings, were so shocked by this unexpected change that their hearts nearly stopped!
The lead black-robed slave forced himself to resist the shiver on a soul level, hurriedly bowed and stepped forward, his voice slightly trembling with fear: "My Lord... what... happened?"
All attendants within the hall held their breath, deeply terrified.
They no longer remembered how many years it had been since they saw such a clear emotional fluctuation on the face of the one holding the eternal night truth, especially... anger!
Morris did not immediately respond. His fingers, thin like hawk talons, slowly lifted, casually pointing at the seemingly empty space ahead.
Where the fingertip landed, space rippled clearly, like water disturbed by a stone, containing the arcane of supreme space law!
These ripples spread swiftly, weaving together, and in an instant, unfolded a clear dynamic tableau ignoring the spatial restrictions of the Lost Tower right in the center of the hall!
The tableau presented the scene happening outside the 95th floor of the Lost Tower, at the edge of the Dark Forest—
The entire process of Alfred manipulating the shadow claw to crush Cyrus’s flesh, and then capturing his anguished soul with the eerie crystal ball!
Everyone in the hall watched in shock, followed by a boundless chill directly striking from their soles to their crown of the skull!
They clearly recognized the young wizard in the gray robe, with cold eyes in the scene—
It was Alfred, who had been newly taken under the Master’s wing in recent years, supposedly very "favored", displaying "exceptional loyalty" and "understanding".
And what he was currently doing was mercilessly attacking and killing Cyrus, a fellow Tower of Order member and an important force under the Master’s command!
Betrayal!
These bloody words instantly surfaced in the minds of everyone present.
An indescribable fear clutched their throats, rendering them mute and shivering, not daring to breathe a single breath, lest they bring calamity upon themselves.
Seated upon the Immortal Throne, Morris absorbed every detail in the tableau.
When he saw Alfred’s neat, unwavering actions, and Cyrus’s soul twisted in despair before being drawn into the crystal ball, the last trace of calm on his face finally vanished.
In its place, an ominous darkness like eternal frost, capable of freezing souls!
"Good... good... good!"
Three cold "good" words echoed slowly like a chilling wind from the deepest hell.
Each word carried a murderous intent and extreme anger from demeaned respect and dignity!
"Damn little rat..." Morris’s voice was low and deliberate, laden with a world-ending storm, "how dare you deceive me!"
He recalled Alfred’s humble, compliant demeanor before him, even with a touch of fanatical admiration; those carefully designed "encounters", perfectly timed "advice", and unintentionally displayed "talent" and "loyalty"... all now appeared as meticulously crafted performances!
"Well done! Truly... well done!"
Morris’s voice suddenly rose, the suppressed fury like an erupting volcano, causing the entire Eternal Hall to shudder slightly, the ancient shadow runes on the walls flickered and twisted uncontrollably!
It had been too long, too long... to the point he almost forgot this feeling. As one of the paragons perched atop the Wizard World, wielding the eternal night truth, he had been thoroughly... toyed with and betrayed by an apprentice he personally brought to the door and to whom he granted certain trust!
This wasn’t merely about losing a Cyrus; it was a brazen challenge and insult to his authority and wisdom!
This overwhelming wrath, like tangible darkness, shrouded the entire Eternal Hall, heralding the impending dreadful storm set to sweep all!