Chapter 476 - Chapter 476: Chapter 450: Mutual Destruction! (2/2)

It was one of Vallere’s two national treasures. In fact, the other national treasure-level Forbidden rare artifact had been taken by the Lorne citizen, and they could only manage to salvage this one.

It was a bracelet, transparent like a crystal, numbered sixty-seven, named “Huilo Crystal,” possessing a truly magical power.

The wearer needed to pay with two limbs belonging to a loved one; those two limbs could not be restored by any means but had to disappear completely from the world.

And then the “Huilo Crystal” would burst forth with a strong, dazzling white light.

It would put all the enemies illuminated by it into a deep slumber that they could not awaken from without special means.

“Everyone in the Vallere Restoration Army would not hesitate. Each one of them would be willing to sacrifice their arms for the country!”

Agata’s voice was very firm, her brilliance and will even above that of the King of Vallere.

In fact, to many people, this woman was the spiritual leader of the Vallere citizens! She had long decided to dedicate her entire life to the people of Vallere!

When Agata put on the bracelet, it emitted light, which meant that one of her loved ones had forever lost their arms or legs.

“…”

She actually felt very uncomfortable, greatly anguished. Compared to the sacrifice of others, Agata would have preferred to bear it herself, to endure, yet the fact was she could not make all the sacrifices alone.

The tragedy of this world was that one could only watch as the things they cherished had to leave this absurd, miserable world before them.

The next moment, Darren collapsed into a deep sleep.

Then his body fell into the Cloud of Death and disintegrated instantly.

“Is he dead?”

The King of Vallere frowned. He could no longer sense the presence of Darren Fischer.

And just then, a pool of seemingly ordinary blood near Agata began to move on its own, as if struggling to escape some invisible restraint.

With a low and distorted groan, the blood seemed to be drawn by an invisible force, quickly gathering and solidifying, turning from bright red to dark purple, accompanied by waves of heart-pounding fluctuations. At the peak of its power, a figure suddenly broke free from the pool of blood.

Darren, wearing a black robe, was tall and burly, with a twisted and fierce expression, his eyes sparkling with madness and dominance. His skin was unnaturally pale, covered with complex blood vessel patterns.

At the corner of his mouth hung a cruel smile, a posture full of disdain and scoff for all things in the world.