Chapter 101 The lady in white (2).

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The lady in white let out another melodious giggle, the sound as gentle as the soft rustle of wind through leaves. Her crimson eyes sparkled with amusement as she listened to Rex's frustrated rant. "While it is true that you are my son," she began, propping herself up on the massive, cloud-like bed, her head resting on her hands , "your soul has several restraints placed upon it. That's why you haven't been able to reach your true potential." She kicked her legs idly behind her, the motion childlike and carefree, completely at odds with the immense power radiating from her. Rex crossed his arms, raising a skeptical brow. "Well then, if you're my mother, who's my father?" he asked, deciding to humor her far-fetched claims for the sake of maintaining his sanity. "Mmm?" She tilted her head, pretending to think deeply for a moment before flashing him another dazzling smile. "You don't have a father. You were born from me and me alone." "Ha!? How is that even possible? No, wait... that's not important," Rex said, shaking his head as if to clear the absurdit y. "What I really want to ask is why you decided to show up now. No, wait, scratch that! If you're my mother, why did you abandon me? Or, better yet—" His questions spilled out in rapid succession, each one more incredulous than the last. He was full of them, his curiosity warring with his frustration and disbelief. The lady in white sighed softly, resting her chin in her palm as she watched him with a serene expression. "I'm afraid there isn't enough time for me to answer all your questions," she said, her voice gentle but firm. "However, I will tell you this: the little girls you chose as your heralds are in grave danger. You must go to them and help them. I will use what little strength I have left to give them a boost, just enough for them to hold on until you arrive." Rex's eyes narrowed, his posture stiffening . "Wait, what heradls? What are you talking about? " He locked eyes with her, his expression demanding answers. The lady in white pursed her lips and made a thinking gesture, her delicate fingers tapping her temple. "Mmm... I'm not very good with names, but I think it was something like... Nunu and Lulu?" she said with a playful tilt of her head. Rex blinked, stunned. " You mean Nyra and Lyra?! What's happening to them!? " He shouted, his voice rising in panic. "Oh," she said casually, her face now buried in a fluffy white pillow. " His body collapsed to the ground as if he were a puppet whose strings had been cut. And he wasn't the only one. Every assassin within earshot crumpled to their knees, their faces twisted in shock and disbelief. They couldn't fight it. They couldn't resist. Their bodies betrayed them, bowing in submission to the overwhelming power of the twins commands. "What... what is this?" One of the assassins muttered, his voice trembling as he stared at the ground, unable to lift his head. While the lesser assassins were forced to kneel, the leader of the crimson assassins, the strongest of them all, resisted. His body shook with effort, his mind screaming against the compulsion. He gritted his teeth, snarling like a cornered beast, and ripped the golden spear from his leg with a savage cry. Blood poured from the wound, but he didn't care. "I don't kneel to anyone!" he roared, his voice raw with rage. He launched himself at the twins, his sword raised high, ignoring the pain that wracked his body. His professional composure was gone, replaced by unhinged fury. "Die, you bitches!" he screamed hysterically, closing the distance between himself and the twins in a blur of motion. But he didn't make it. Just as the leader's blade was about to strike, his body froze in midair. An invisible force seized him, holding him in place like a fly trapped in amber. He thrashed and roared, but it was useless. The twins turned their glowing, predatory eyes toward him. Their expressions were calm, but their voices dripped with contempt as they spoke in unison. "Your time is done, scum. The boss is near." Their words echoed with ominous finality, and as soon as they finished speaking, the glow in their eyes faded. Their horns vanished, their bodies collapsing to the ground like marionettes whose strings had been cut. They had pushed themselves too far, the last vestiges of Rex's golden blood spent. The leader fell to the ground, freed from their invisible grip. He landed awkwardly, stumbling to his feet. His lips twisted into a maniacal grin, his bloodied body trembling with exhilaration. "Hahaha! It's my win!" The leader of the assassins screamed hysterically, his voice echoing through the battlefield. His eyes gleamed with unhinged triumph as he raised his sword, preparing to finish the unconscious twins. But before he could take another step, the sky split open. A deafening boom shattered the air, louder than anything the assassins had ever heard. A massive object descended from the heavens, breaking the sound barrier with such force that the shockwave flattened trees, shook the ground, and sent every kneeling assassin sprawling. The impact was catastrophic. The ground cracked and splintered beneath the force of the landing, dust and debris exploding outward in a colossal cloud. The leader of the assassins was thrown backward, his sword flying from his hand as he tumbled across the dirt like a ragdoll. When the dust began to settle, a figure stood at the center of the crater. The silhouette was tall and imposing, radiating an aura of power that sent a chill through the spines of everyone present. The assassins, even the defiant leader, could feel it... the presence of something far beyond their understanding. From the swirling cloud of dust, two enormous white wings emerged, stretching wide and radiating a luminous white aura that illuminated the battlefield. The dust began to clear, revealing a towering figure shrouded in an overwhelming energy that seemed to distort the very air around him. Each step the silhouette took sent shockwaves rippling through the ground, the earth trembling beneath the weight of his power. The figure's eyes glowed with a searing golden light, piercing through the haze like twin suns. They swept over the scene, pausing on the twins who lay collapsed on the ground, their small forms battered and covered in injuries. A flicker of sorrow crossed the figure's glowing eyes, but it was quickly replaced by a fury so intense it made the air hum with raw energy. This was no ordinary man. This was a force of nature, a being whose very presence screamed dominance and power. The leader of the assassins, who had been laughing moments earlier, froze as those golden eyes locked onto him. His maniacal grin faltered, replaced by a look of growing dread. The overwhelming pressure emanating from the figure was suffocating, pressing down on him like a tidal wave.

Chapter 101 The lady in white (2).

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