bookrebus Chapter 379: Desperate Tragedy
Chapter 379: Desperate Tragedy
The four archbishops, wielding long swords, swung their weapons mercilessly, each swing carrying a fierce momentum, piercing deeply into Claire's body. Her body trembled violently, and each blow from the long swords felt like a heavy blow, exacerbating her injuries.
Claire's body shuddered violently, and blood gushed out once more, like a blooming blood flower, forming a shocking pool on the ground. Blood spread beneath her, as if it were the final trace of her life. Her eyes were frozen, their once bright pupils now dimmed, as if the flame of life was about to be extinguished. Her hands drooped limply, and the weapon she had once held tightly slipped quietly, as if all strength had been lost.
Her breathing became increasingly weak, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. Her body gradually grew colder, as if being eroded by a chilling breath.
Inside the eerie, empty castle, the atmosphere was oppressive and suffocating. Four archbishops, wielding long swords, surrounded Claire like ghosts. Their expressions were cold, their eyes revealing ruthlessness and determination. The long swords in their hands gleamed with an icy light in the dim light.
"Claire, you bitch, today is your end!" The leading archbishop said coldly, without a trace of mercy in his voice.
Claire gripped her weapon tightly. Though her body was a little exhausted, her eyes remained firm. "I'm doing this for a more peaceful Rome!" she shouted, her voice echoing throughout the empty castle.
As soon as he finished speaking, the four archbishops attacked simultaneously. They brandished their long swords with a sharp wind, each blow carrying immense force. Claire quickly dodged sideways, her weapon clashing with their swords, sending sparks flying.
However, Claire was outnumbered and gradually began to struggle. The four archbishops coordinated their attacks from different directions, leaving her exhausted. Finally, before she could dodge, a long knife pierced her deeply. Her body trembled violently, and blood flowed from the wound.
However, despite her body being on the verge of collapse, Claire's inner tenacity and perseverance were like an unshakable mountain. She gritted her teeth, endured the severe pain, and moved forward step by step, struggling to fight the enemy.
Every time she was struck by the long sword, her body would tremble violently, and the sharp pain would spread throughout her body like an electric current. But she did not retreat, instead she brandished the weapon in her hand more firmly and launched a fierce attack on the enemy.
However, time passed relentlessly, and her injuries only grew worse. The wound seemed to be ripped open, and blood gushed out like a fountain, seemingly endlessly. The blood arced through the air before landing heavily on the ground beneath her feet, splattering crimson flowers.
These blood flowers quickly bloomed on the ground, interweaving and spreading, and finally gathered into a shocking pool of blood. The area of the pool of blood became larger and larger, and the color became darker and darker, as if the last trace of her life was slowly flowing on the land.
Her body collapsed limply into a pool of blood, her once pristine white clothes now stained crimson, as if drenched in blood. Her eyes were frozen, their once bright glow now fading, becoming dim and lifeless, as if the flame of life itself was about to be extinguished.
Her breathing became rapid and weak, and each breath seemed to have exhausted all her strength. The weak breathing sound was particularly clear in the silent air, as if it was her last connection with the world.
Her hands drooped weakly, and the weapon she had been holding tightly slipped away, as if she had lost all her strength. But even so, her body still stood stubbornly, refusing to fall.
"Enough! You hypocrites!" Claire shouted with her last bit of strength.
The four archbishops were not moved at all. They raised their swords again, ready to give Claire the final blow.
Claire's breathing grew fainter, like a candle in the wind, ready to go out at any moment. Her body grew colder, as if consumed by a chilling air. She slowly closed her eyes, her mind recounting the days she had spent fighting for justice.
Just as the long sword was about to fall, a sudden noise came from outside the fortress. The four archbishops stopped their actions warily and looked outside.
It turned out that female generals such as Lina and Alice also rushed to the castle.