Chapter 624 Want to die... be my guest
After one and half an hour later... Sophie's room...
Phew!
"That was exhausting!" Max exhaled deeply as he removed his hands from her abdomen, leaving two red hand prints, and sprawled on the bed, heaving deep breaths.
Sophie was unable to check her condition since she didn't have her mana vision. So, she nervously asked, "How was it? Did you manage to heal it, my foundation?"
"Yeah. It's healed. Now you just need to repair your mana core and you'll be perfectly fine." Max said and before she could ask, he added, "You can repair your mana core on your own with the energy I have left in your dantian."
"Oh, okay." She unsurely said, finding it all surreal.
After a while, she sat up, gazed down at him with a suspicious look and asked, "Um, didn't you say you would need to boost your bloodline energy multiple times if you were to do that with a Four Star Mage?"
"Yeah." Max distractingly nodded.
"But you did... boost your energy just one time?" Sophie asked.
"Oh that. It's because your sister Sera is someone special. I gained a better than expected boost to my bloodline energy." Saying this, he looked at her and smiled, "If you find it hard to believe, you can go and have your mother confirm for you if it's really healed."
He didn't feel angry or annoyed seeing she didn't believe his words... he could understand her current state of mind.
Sophie was about to nod and head out, all too eager to confirm it despite knowing he had no reason to lie. However, seeing how exhausted he was, she decided to wait for him to recover.
"We'll go together after you recover."
"Okay." Max nodded and closed his eyes, taking deep breaths.
...
Meanwhile, both Riva and Sera were becoming restless as time passed.
"He said he will be done in an hour, right?" Riva asked for the fifth time. NoÌv(el)B\\jnn
"Yes." Sera nodded, anxiously biting her lips.
"It's alright. These things usually take more time than expected. It's alright." Riva muttered, trying to calm herself down only to fail.
A few minutes later, her patience finally gave out as she said, "I'll go check out the situation."
Sera, however, stopped her, "No, don't do that. He might be at a crucial step and you could distract him."
Swoosh!
...they lost sight of him.
Then, one of them noticed something and shouted at their comrade. "Watch out!"
However, he was half a second late.
Shing~!
Before his comrade could even register the warning, a sharp whistling noise sounded and a head was sent flying.
Swoosh!
It was only after that that Max's figure materialized a meter behind the decapitated body.
Max looked down at the Thunder sword and nodded in satisfaction when he saw there was no blood on it.
'That was quite fast.' He thought, shaking his head to get rid of the faint disorienting feeling he was feeling after the sudden acceleration.
"Philas!!" The surviving man let out a heart wrenching cry as he watched his comrade's dead body move forward due to its previous momentum before falling down to the ground with a thud almost at the same time as the head.
"Oh? She was your woman?" Max asked, finally taking a good look at the person he just killed. Because both were fully covered in baggy black clothes, he initially couldn't determine their genders. Only after the man had shouted out the warning, he realized he was a male. Similarly, only now that he took a careful look at the dead body did he notice the distinct outline of breasts, realizing her gender.
'Are they husband and wife?' He thought before he heard the man shout out.
"I WILL KILL YOU BASTARD!!"
Just as he was about to charge at him, Max shook his head, "No..."
His wings flapped again, his figure vanished and the next moment he appeared behind him and finished his sentence.
"...you won't."
Spurt!
A fountain of blood erupted from the man's neck, which he uselessly tried to stop with his hands.
Then, his neck slipped down his shoulders, falling on the ground with a thud.
'Why...' This was the last thought he had before his consciousness slipped into eternal darkness.
Max's brows furrowed as he took in his last expression which was one full of disbelief and resentment. The reason he frowned was because that resentment wasn't directed at him.