NOVPUBChapter 1510: 677 Dragged into Hell_2 Chapter 1510: 677 Dragged into Hell_2 Hearing a familiar language in such a setting was rather intriguing.
But to Anton Cook and Kelly Martinez, it was undoubtedly shocking.
Nothing else, this sound was too familiar to their ears.
Atop the grandstand, the young king and Young Lady White stood side by side, both of them young and noble, exuding a stateliness that perfectly complemented the other.
In the whole church, no one could detract from their combined radiance.
The young king looked down at the woman at the foot of the stairs, “Who are you?”
The woman smiled and said, “I’m an old acquaintance of the Saintess.”
The woman removed her hood, revealing a fine but extremely pale and weak countenance.
Kelly Martinez’s pupils contracted, her gaze fixed on the woman.
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It was Alora Hart, notorious in their country, like a rat crossing the street, who had been subject to a red arrest warrant.
She wasn’t aware that Alora Hart was dying of her terminal illness, that she had but a short time to live.
At such an occasion, Alora Hart was clearly targeting Young Lady White.
Time and again, like an obsessive ghost, she even pursued her all the way to Percival.
Kelly Martinez simply couldn’t understand her obsession.
“It’s you!” Liam Anderson evidently recognized Alora Hart.
The Holy Master gave Green Dragon a glance, and Green Dragon silently circled around to the rear of the crowd.
Most of the people present, except for the Jimenez delegation, were unfamiliar with this face, but that didn’t prevent them from knowing that she was a citizen of Jimenez.
Rainbow Lady loves gossip and laughed, covering her mouth, “It appears she has come for the Saintess.”
Aspen, who had been slapped, was very dissatisfied.
He did not give up stirring the pot, “Does the Saintess owe you money?”
Randa had the urge to sew his mouth shut.
Alora Hart’s bitter gaze was like a viper, directed at Young Lady White who remained silent all this time.
She stood high above, pure and holy, her status, position, power, and prestige were all easily within reach.
But she was terminally ill, out of options, and about to die miserably.
How unfair was destiny!
Her journey to the underworld was too lonely.
Clinging to her last breath, she was determined to drag her into hell regardless of whether it was Avīci or hell without escape.
She insisted she must die, and die an extremely painful death.
“She owes me too much, don’t you think, Aubree Groove?”
During her days in the hospital, she thought a lot.
Her short life was like a cosmic joke, she admitted she was weak and could take no more.
And the torment of the disease had almost consumed her sanity.
Only hatred made her feel alive.
What did Aubree Groove owe her, Alora Hart wondered over and over again.
No, Aubree Groove owed her nothing.
She acknowledged her own selfishness, cold-heartedness, and jealousy, like a raging fire, burned away all the goodness that remained in her human nature.
They started from the same line, but she ended up at the summit, and Alora had fallen into the abyss.
If they had never intersected, perhaps she would have been the moon hanging in the sky, and she only had the privilege to look up.
But fate was just that cruel.
She was too wonderful; so wonderful that she felt incredibly ugly.
The suppressed wickedness deep within her human nature had been ignited—resentment, anger, warped jealousy, ultimately leading her on this path of despair.
She saw her end; even if she had to be crushed to pieces, even if infamy lasted forever, she didn’t care anymore.
Alora Hart removed her cloak.
The scene suddenly became chaotic, and screams were continuous.
Liam Anderson subconsciously shielded Aubree Groove, and yelled at the Silver Armor Guard, “Arrest her immediately.”
Eight Silver Armor Guards approached Alora Hart from eight different directions.
Alora Hart laughed frantically.
Amid the fearful glances of the crowd, her mad laughter seemed especially eerie.
She suddenly stopped laughing, looking at the always composed and noble king on the stand, who had turned pale.
She glanced around, her lips curled in a sneer, “So it seems that even you high and mighty folks can’t handle the fear of death.”
She was proud and pleased with the chaos she had created.
Dying in such a grand manner, she wouldn’t feel aggrieved anymore.
After all, she had lost her reputation long ago.
“Do you know what this is?
A Microporous Poison Gas Bomb.”
At this, Kelly Martinez’s face turned ashen, “She’s toxic.”
Microporous Poison Gas is a new type of poisonous gas developed from Mustard Gas.
Its destructiveness is ten times more horrifying than Mustard Gas.
Even if a person inhales a tiny bit, as small as 1nm, it can cause instant death.
If one is lucky to be rescued, the damaged tissues of the human body will undergo cancerous changes, causing unbearable suffering.
