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Chapter 154 The Other One of the Gemini
Chapter 154 The Other Twin
It's Silky!
She found this place so quickly and accurately!
Moreover, they acted completely out of the ordinary, directly using terrifying force to violently destroy the entrance to the passage, completely blocking their escape route!
The subordinate was so frightened that his face turned pale, his legs went weak, and he almost collapsed into the muddy water.
Kia's face was ashen, and a look of utter despair flashed in his eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a desperate, frantic madness.
He glanced sharply at Ono, who had been thrown to the side and was struggling to get up, and then at the exit light that represented a glimmer of hope not far ahead.
In a flash, he made the final decision.
He grabbed the weakened Ono and roughly shoved him toward his nearly paralyzed subordinate, his words flying like a storm: "Take him away! Get out of there through the exit, get in the carriage immediately, and leave this place! Go to Safe House Number 7! Remember the route! If—if I don't make it back—"
A complex look flashed across his eyes, but he finally gritted his teeth and said.
"Report his condition, all the changes that have occurred in him, to Lord Sorey in detail! This is an order!"
Then, he suddenly turned around, resolutely facing the rapidly approaching, dazzling white light and terrifying energy fluctuations that brought an aura of death. A fierce glint of suicidal intent flashed in his eyes, and he suddenly pulled out several jet-black, spherical objects from his pocket that emitted extremely dangerous and unstable energy fluctuations.
"Crazy woman—you want to capture my Gia? Then taste the last feast I've prepared for you!"
He actually planned to stay behind alone to cover the retreat!
The subordinate hesitated for a moment, looking at Kia's resolute back, then at the white light getting closer and closer behind him. Finally, he gritted his teeth, his face flashing with struggle and will to survive. He suddenly pulled up Ono, who was still a little dazed and didn't know exactly what had happened, and with all his might, he dragged and pulled him toward the light of the exit.
As Ono was dragged along, he stumbled forward and subconsciously glanced back.
In the desolate darkness behind the passage, a dazzling, pure white light collided violently with several bursts of black energy, filled with destructive power, eroding, and devouring each other, producing a deafening and terrifying explosion!
The entire passage was collapsing violently, with boulders mixed with mud constantly crashing down!
Kiana's not particularly tall figure appeared both small and terrifyingly mad and resolute amidst the raging, chaotic energy currents that could tear everything apart.
The next moment, a huge, unbearable rock crashed down, like a dragon-splitting stone, completely blocking Ono's view.
He only had time to hear a faint, muffled groan filled with extreme pain, resentment, and anger, followed by Sillian's cold and furious rebuke: "Stubborn fool! You're courting death!"
Then, he was pushed and shoved out of the narrow passage exit by his subordinate in a very disheveled manner.
In an instant, the blinding afternoon sunlight and the relatively fresh air from outside the city rushed in, forming a stark and almost ironic contrast with the constant rumbling of collapse and the rampant deathly aura of energy emanating from the passage behind them.
An unremarkable gray carriage, covered in mud, was quietly parked not far away by the gently flowing sewage river.
"Quick! Get in the car!"
His men were terrified, their voices trembling. They practically lifted Ono up and roughly shoved him into the narrow carriage!
Then, as if being chased by a ghost, he jumped into the driver's seat, grabbed the whip, and frantically lashed the dwarf horse pulling the carriage.
The carriage let out a groan of unbearable strain, then shot off like an arrow, bumping and speeding along the overgrown riverbank.
Ono slumped heavily onto the cold, hard, and constantly shaking carriage floor, his body covered in mud and blood, his heart pounding so hard it felt like it would jump out of his throat.
He struggled to his feet and desperately peered back through a tiny crack in the rear wall of the carriage.
In the distance, from the direction of the passage exit, a blindingly bright white beam of light shot into the sky like a spear of judgment!
Immediately afterwards, an even more violent and terrifying explosion, seemingly capable of tearing the sky apart, rang out, causing the ground to tremble slightly!
And then—everything returned to calm.
Only the dust and smoke that rose up slowly dissipated there.
That ruthless and complex leader of the Shadow Society named Kia is probably doomed, having perished in those ruins.
And he, Ono, the sewer rat who accidentally swallowed the priceless potion, with the mysterious effects of the 12,000 magic crystals in his body that were quietly changing his fate, fell into the hands of an even more panicked and helpless henchman. With his future uncertain, he was being taken to an unknown hiding place called "Safe House No. 7".
He seemed to have narrowly escaped the brief crisis, but a greater uncertainty and a deeper, more dangerous vortex had completely enveloped him.
The white wizard named Silian, with his powerful figure and chilling killing intent, left a terrible mark on his fledgling journey.
The carriage bounced wildly along the uneven riverbank, as if it might fall apart at any moment.
Ono clung tightly to the protrusions on the carriage wall to barely avoid being thrown out. Each jolt sent sharp pain through his wounds, and his stomach, which had just begun to calm down, churned violently again.
The driver's men were completely panicked, frantically whipping the horse and muttering to themselves.
"Faster! Faster!"
"Don't chase after us—please, don't chase after us—"
Fear was like a real whip, lashing him and the horses pulling the cart.
Ono stared intently at what was behind him through the gap.
As the dust settled, only a collapsed mound of earth and scattered rubble remained at the exit of the passage, with no further movement.
The powerful white wizard, Silian, did not seem to be pursuing them.
Was it because of Kia's last stand? Or did she believe the extermination was complete?
My tense nerves relaxed slightly, but a huge sense of bewilderment and uncertainty immediately welled up in my heart like icy river water.
Safe House No. 7? What kind of place is that? And who is Lord Sori? Is he more terrifying than Gia?
What exactly is my body, recently modified by the drug, to them? An experimental subject? An asset? Or—a disposable tool?
The carriage suddenly surged onto a relatively flat dirt road, increasing its speed.
The scenery on both sides changed from desolate riverbanks to sparse woodlands, and then gradually farmland and scattered farmhouses appeared.
They are moving away from the city of Kus.
Sunlight streamed through the cracks and shone warmly on Ono's face, but he felt no warmth at all, only a bone-chilling cold and utter helplessness.
He looked down at his dirty hands, trying to feel the strange energy he had sensed before, but all he found was a blur and extreme exhaustion.
The effects of the medicine seemed to have temporarily subsided, leaving only a weak, hollowed-out body.
After an unknown amount of time, the carriage finally began to slow down.
The subordinate in the driver's seat seemed to have calmed down a bit, but his vigilance had increased considerably, and he kept looking around nervously.
The carriage left the main road and turned onto a narrow path almost entirely covered by weeds, eventually stopping at a seemingly long-abandoned logging camp in the woods.
Several crooked wooden houses were scattered on the open ground, with holes in the roofs and most of the windows missing glass, making them look dilapidated and gloomy.
"This is it, safe house number 7."
The subordinate jumped down from the carriage, his voice still trembling. He warily scanned his surroundings, then roughly pulled open the carriage door. "Get down! Quickly!"
Ono struggled to move his body and climb down from the carriage. His legs went weak when they touched the ground, and he almost fell.
He looked around; it was eerily quiet, with only the rustling of the wind through the treetops and the chirping of a few birds.
His men dragged him toward one of the most inconspicuous-looking wooden huts. The door was unlocked and opened with a push, raising a cloud of dust.
The space inside was small, with only a broken wooden table, a few overturned chairs, and some rusty tools and hay piled in the corner. The air was filled with a strong musty and dusty smell.
"For now—we're safe."
The subordinate breathed a sigh of relief, plopped down in a chair, panting heavily, his face still showing signs of shock.
Ono leaned against the cold wall and slowly slid down to the floor. Physical exhaustion and mental shock overwhelmed him like a tidal wave.
He looked at his equally disheveled subordinate and spoke in a hoarse voice: "—Water—"
His subordinate paused for a moment, as if only then remembering the question.
He rummaged around in the room and pulled out a dirty water bag from a corner. He shook it and found that it was still half full of water.
He hesitated for a moment, but still tossed it to Ono.
Ono took the water bag, not caring about the dirt, and greedily drank several mouthfuls after pulling out the stopper.
The cold, slightly pungent water slid down my throat, relieving my thirst a little, but making my empty stomach feel even worse.
"What do we do next?"
Ono put down the water pouch and looked at his subordinate.
His only "acquaintance" now is this terrified guy.
The subordinate's face showed confusion and fear: "I—I don't know—Lord Kia—he—he told us to wait for orders—or—or contact Lord Sori—"
When he spoke of "Lord Sorey," his tone was filled with obvious reverence, even more so than when he spoke of Kia.
"Who is Lord Sori?" Ono asked tentatively.
The subordinate shuddered violently, as if he had mentioned something extremely terrifying, and shook his head repeatedly: "Don't ask! That's not something we can inquire about! We—we just need to wait—yes, wait—"
He seemed determined to cower here, awaiting his fate, or—to be forgotten.
Ono's heart sank. Relying on this guy was probably a dead end. He had to rely on himself.
He closed his eyes, trying to ignore his physical weakness and discomfort, and concentrated his mind, attempting to re-enter that strange state of perception.
Once, twice—failure—just when he was about to give up, that vague feeling reappeared!
Although extremely faint, he could vaguely "sense" the chaotic and fearful life force emanating from his subordinate beside him, he could "sense" the subtle energy flow brought by the wind blowing through the grass outside, and he could even "sense"—
Deep beneath my feet, there seemed to be extremely faint, unnatural residual energy.
It looks like someone set something up here a long time ago, but now it has almost completely disappeared.
Is this the world as seen through the eyes of a wizard? A sense of shock and—longing welled up in Ono's heart.
Just then—
Tap. Tap. Tap.
A series of clear, steady, and unhurried footsteps suddenly came from outside, approaching them directly towards the wooden house!
How could there be anyone else in this abandoned logging camp in the middle of nowhere? And with such a clear purpose!
The subordinate, who had just relaxed a little, sprang up from his chair like a cat whose tail had been stepped on. His face drained of color, and he looked toward the door in terror. He frantically reached for the weapon at his waist, but his trembling hands prevented him from drawing it.
Ono also suddenly opened his eyes, his heart leaping into his throat again, and he struggled to stand up.
The footsteps stopped outside the door.
A brief, suffocating silence.
Then, the dilapidated wooden door creaked open and slowly opened.
A figure stood in the doorway, back to the sunlight, his face hidden in the shadows, only a blurry outline visible.
But the subordinate seemed to have seen the most terrifying nightmare. He let out a desperate whimper, his legs went weak, and he collapsed to his knees, his teeth chattering.
A calm, gentle voice, yet one that sent a chill down Ono's spine, slowly rang out, carrying a faint hint of amusement: "It seems I'm a step too late. Where's Kia? Tell him to come out and see me."
Ono froze, his pupils contracting. Who was this person?
"Justice—the Hand of Justice—Nia Moreno!"