NOVPUBChapter 1511: 677 Dragged into Hell_3 Chapter 1511: 677 Dragged into Hell_3 What’s even more horrifying, one of the substances in the toxic gas prevents cells in the human body from functioning normally, causing the entire skin to decay and fester, hair to fall out, eyes to swell up, limbs to stiffen and degenerate.
Even after death, the corpse would turn into a toxic corpse emitting super toxic gas, the mere thought of which would make one’s scalp tighten.
The despairing fact is that there is no drug in the world that can suppress this kind of toxic gas.
Earlier, this gas was globally banned due to its excessive harm.
Putting aside where Alora Hart got the toxic gas bomb from, her choice to use it against Aubree Groove shows her intense jealousy.
This woman has truly gone mad.
Anton Cook obviously knows the terror of this poison gas too; he bellows with a deathly pale face, “Alora Hart, what on earth are you trying to do?”
When Alora Hart sees Anton Cook, she raises her eyebrows in surprise: “Ah, a big star!
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I knew it, you would never miss any place she was at.
It’s a pity, though, you bootlicked to the very end, but you still have to watch her marry someone else.
Hahaha.”
This statement is really too harsh and hard to hear, making Cello Cook’s face tense and uninviting.
Alora Hart is ultimately a native of Jimenez.
This act is extremely disgraceful.
Alora Hart looks at Liam Anderson standing on the stage and rubs the electronics display on her chest, “Its gate is responsive to my heartbeats.
If I die, it will detonate instantly.
Then, all of you present here, including you, oh wise and brave King, will be no exception.
Shall I send you all to meet God?”
Alora Hart looks around, eight Silver Armor Guards surround her, but not a single one dares to move recklessly.
Alora Hart looks at the terrified gazes and points at Young Lady White with satisfaction, “Isn’t your Saintess supposed to protect you?
But at this time, she is hiding behind a man, acting like a cowardly tortoise.
I told you before, she is a fraud, you all have been deceived by her.
If you want to blame someone, blame her, as she is the one who has brought suffering and misfortune to you all.”
These words, spoken in a globally recognized language, are understood by everyone present, most of whom have received higher education.
Thus, the eyes cast towards the stage are filled with deep suspicion and resentment.
However, the young King stands in front of Young Lady White, receiving all those gazes. 𝚗𝚘v𝚙𝚞b.𝚌𝚘m
The newly incumbent King, still unsteady in his foundation, begins to feel pressure from all sides.
Rainbow Lady, who at first was just watching the show and then getting alarmed, is now full of complaints.
“Your Majesty, why can’t they solve their private grudges privately?
We can’t all be sacrificed for her, can we?
What sense does that make?”
Aspen seems most agitated, “Yes, they have to hand over the Saintess.
Saintess is the one Alora Hart holds a grudge against, why should we suffer on her behalf?”
Randa frowns, looking worriedly at the end of the white clothes trailing on the ground.
“All of you shut up.” Liam Anderson speaks in a cold tone, and his youthful kingly demeanor begins to spread.
Rainbow Lady and Aspen are startled, and they instantly shut their mouths.
Liam Anderson calmly looks at Alora Hart, “You’d better stop now, otherwise, I’ll make you crave life but be unable to live, and crave death but be unable to die.”
People at the scene shudder unanimously, this prince, known for his composure and grace, has finally revealed his ruthless nature.
From beginning to end, he has kept Young Lady White hidden behind him, shielding her from all storms.
Alora Hart is under immense pressure and to be honest, she is not fearless.
However, at this moment, she has no way out.
“I was doomed to die a horrible death anyway, there’s no need for your Majesty to bother.”
The White Lady, who has been silent all along, slowly emerges from behind Liam Anderson.
He instinctively tries to pull her back.
She calmly gazes at Liam Anderson, “This is my karma, and I should be the one to deal with it.”
Liam Anderson looks deeply at her; his hand eventually hangs down powerless.
“Aubree.” Nikita Parker steps forward in a hurry.
Aubree Groove just smiles and shakes her head.
Nikita Parker watches her walk down the stairs with eyes wide open, her hands clenched tightly under her wide sleeves.
As a mother, the greatest helplessness in life is to watch her daughter face danger alone.
As her mother, she can do absolutely nothing.
“Your Majesty, are you happy now?” The gaze under the mask is full of mockery.
Liam Anderson’s face is somber, his usual calm and composed demeanor is completely gone, his gaze fixed firmly on Aubree Groove’s back.
“I won’t let anything happen to her.” He seems to be talking to himself, yet at this moment his words seem so pale.
At this moment, everyone witnesses the White Lady stepping out from behind the King, calmly walking down the stairs.
Her pace neither hurried nor slow, much as if she were simply taking a stroll in her own courtyard.
However, what she is about to face is a terrifying threat of death.
Her calmness at this moment is thus uncannily bewildering.
Alora Hart’s gaze goes blank for a moment; she is reminded of the spring when Aubree Groove first entered the Grooves.
She was wearing a worn-out Zi Clothes, her head bald and ugly.
Yet, she entered everyone’s field of view with the same composed and steady pace.
Back then, she thought with tolerance that this sister from the mountains must have been embarrassing, won’t be liked by her grandmother and mother, that she must perform even better and be a bit more generous as the elder sister.
Thinking about it now, her thoughts at that time were so ridiculous, so ironic.
She probably never imagined that this crude nun from the mountains, whom she looked down upon, would from then on become her lifelong nightmare.
It seemed as though she was always like this: calm and composed, never frowning even when the sky falls.
Alora Hart couldn’t understand, how could there be such a person in the world.
No matter how many times you stabbed her, no matter how much harm you brought her, she would never hate you.
She would even take the initiative to hand you the knife and then talk to you about a bunch of high-minded truths, asking you, “Do you realize your mistake?”
“Do you know what I hate the most about you?
You’re always so high and mighty, unstained by the world.
Everyone praises your kindness and tolerance, but I only see an incredibly hypocritical mask.
You are indeed the best actress in this world.”
Alora Hart’s gaze is as if poisoned.
“Destiny has made us opponents.
From the beginning to the end, I have lived in your shadow.
Your kindness and beauty are like a mirror.
I see my own ugly face in it.
But why, why should I become the jester under your holy image?”
“If the cruel fate dictates that I will always be your shadow, then you cannot be absent on this road to the underworld.”
