Cybert looked at Hitzfeld in confusion, noticing that she was holding the gun with one hand, with the muzzle pointed diagonally at the opposite side, and she stretched out one hand towards Gunter.
This didn't work very well.
If Gunter initially felt guilty about pulling the trigger, the bullet that Ethan subsequently fired at his feet completely enraged him and truly turned him into a beast.
"Aisun—get out of the way!" He kept moving to the left, holding a gun and wandering around the girl. "Do you want to protect the wanted criminal?"
"Don't stand in the way of Hitzfeld!" Ethan's eyes were also bloodshot. He didn't care about the injury on his left shoulder. He held the pistol in his right hand and also moved to the left: "This man is crazy. He may shoot you at any time--"
This confrontation happened too quickly.
It was so fast that Hitzfeld hadn't even thought of his words yet, and the others hadn't reacted yet, and the two sides had almost switched positions.
Hitzfeld and Ethan came to where Gaunt had been standing.
Gunter approached the secret passage, less than two meters away from the wall.
"Get out of the way!" The more she defended Ethan, the more it seemed to Gaunt that she cared about him. He couldn't help but shoot at her feet.
"boom!"
"Don't push me... Aisuen——"
Hitzfeld's heart sank.
Ethan seemed to be right, Prince Gaunt had gone crazy... It was useless to say anything to him at this time, we had to find a way to subdue him, or at least get the gun out of his hand.
Because of the position exchange, she was able to face several team members, and immediately winked at Darent next to her, trying to get him to join the battlefield.
But at this moment she caught a glimpse of a figure rushing out from behind Gaunt.
It might not be very agile, but it was very decisive - it rushed out of the secret passage with an indomitable momentum, knocked Gunter to the ground, and held down his right hand holding the gun.
"Chief!" Hearing Ethan's scream behind her, mixed with surprise, astonishment and joy, she belatedly associated the figure with Batty Villefort.
"Let me go!" Gunter struggled violently. His hand holding the gun was held down, so he punched and kicked the man's chest frantically. At the same time, he continued to pull the trigger regardless of anything. Flames were constantly seen exploding in the shadows.
"Come and help—"
Villefort's voice was authoritative and calm.
"I will bear all the consequences——"
"How did you get out?" Ethan looked at him in surprise, put down his gun slightly and wanted to run over.
Hitzfeld felt as if time was slowing down.
Grimm breathed a sigh of relief...
Tres and Cybertron rushed forward with gritted teeth...
Carlo looked confused...
Darent continued to aim at the prince...
Along with Ethan who stepped out, there were two figures entangled and fighting each other. She also saw a somewhat fragile girl sticking out of the secret passage, looking at them with horror.
She also heard footsteps.
There were some hurried and extremely firm footsteps.
Then came the rapid heartbeat.
The crisp sound of metal parts rubbing against each other.
Without any warning, she turned around and saw Prince Berentan standing at the archway of the hall, slowly aiming his gun forward.
"boom!"
"Bang bang bang!"
She and Berentin fired almost simultaneously.
She was not sure how many times she fired. She only saw sparks flying on the stone wall next to Berentan. Then he let out a scream, covered his head and jumped away quickly - hiding directly from the temple.
Out of inertia, and as if harboring some suppressed anger that was almost peculiar to betrayer, Hitzfeld took two steps forward.
Then she suddenly came to her senses, looked back again, and saw the bloody hole exploded behind Villefort.
He was exhausted.
Gaunt took the opportunity to flip him over, raised his upper body, and saw that his face was completely distorted.
Blood was flowing down his forehead, probably from the scratches and scrapes during the fight. The bloodstain passed through his left eye, forcing him to close it. His left hand was pressing on Villefort's neck, and his right hand was aiming at his head with a gun. His only open eye was glaring with anger, and the deep wrinkles on his face were squeezed apart by his lips and teeth, making him look like a vengeful evil spirit.
"you dare--"
She heard Ethan growl and saw him point his gun at the prince again.
At this moment, she had a vision.
Ethan's figure transformed into Heidegger, while Prince Gaunt became a petite girl lying in the mud.
"Don't……"
"boom!"
Blood exploded on the girl's chest.
The next moment, the illusion disappeared.
"Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Ethan completely lost his mind and fired almost all of his remaining bullets. Others only saw Gunter being pushed back by the huge force - terrible blood holes kept appearing in his upper chest, lower abdomen and the middle of his forehead.
"Bang!"
Finally, his body collapsed completely.
"Huh...huh...huh..."
No one speaks.
All that could be heard was Ethan's heavy breathing.
He didn't think he was wrong.
In that situation, the identity of a prince could no longer stop him. This was not simply a loss of control of his mind, but a complete outburst of the emotions that had been suppressed in his heart.
He felt refreshed and comfortable.
It was both for catharsis and for the fact that he had successfully saved Villefort.
So he wanted to go back and find another person he cherished - he wanted to force a stiff smile on Aisuen Hitzfeld that might be mixed with comfort, relief, and joy.
But she wasn't looking here.
She is in a daze.
Her condition was very strange: her face was pale, her lips were slightly open, and her azure right eye and the left eye that was faintly visible through her hair were trembling with some emotion.
What exactly is that emotion?
correct.
Like fear.
Ethan didn't understand. He didn't understand why there was anything to be afraid of at this moment.
So he turned his head again, in the direction she had been staring, and saw Gaunt's body sprouting.
Yes, sprouts.
Sprouts sprouted from every bloody hole he had previously burst.
It was a very unique, completely black root tube with no visible luster. They used Gaunt's body as nutrients to quickly sprout and grow, and in just a blink of an eye, they grew three times the size of a palm.
This is a growth rate that completely breaks conventional cognition.
At the first blink, they tripled in height.
In the second blink of an eye, they jumped from thirty centimeters high to nearly seven or eight meters, and each stem began to overlap and entwine in a spiral shape.
For some unknown reason, Ethan blinked for the third time at the normal frequency.
He had anticipated this - according to the rules, it should be able to soar to a height of twenty meters in the blink of an eye, forming a tall black tree that could almost touch the roof of the hall.
But that's not the case.
When he saw the reality again, he was blown away from where he was by a terrible force.
The floor, the walls, the ceiling... everything was collapsing.
A towering tree that may be thousands of meters high suddenly rose from the ground without any warning, broke through the roof, and began to spread its branches unscrupulously towards the night sky.
"The Tree of Death..."
Now he finally figured out what happened.
The huge confusion and puzzlement were meaningless in the face of the cruelest reality. His body was shaking, his muscles were stiff, and the impact of the fall felt like a touch through anesthesia. He could only stare at the night sky with wide eyes, like a drowning man praying for a life-saving straw.
He really saw it.
Accompanied by a deafening and violent noise, a huge metal ball with hollow patterns on its surface rushed into the sky from the depths of the palace.
It began to shine brightly under the shocked and terrified gazes of countless people.
Chapter 129 Meeting
A huge blazing sun hung in the night sky, illuminating half of the city as if it were daytime.
A huge black tree with a diameter estimated to be over a hundred meters and a height that was difficult to estimate with the naked eye stood in front of him, trembling constantly, growing continuously, and confronting the scorching sun in the sky in a tense manner.
This was the scene Hitzfeld saw when he woke up from a brief faint.
The pitch-black giant tree was suppressed by the mechanical sun.
This was not its limit - far from it. Compared with the full view of the Death Tree that she had glimpsed in her nightmare, it was too small, not even one-tenth of its size at that time.
It wants to continue growing, wants to insert its thick roots into the soil, deeper and more brutally plundering life.
But every time it tried to do so, the blazing sun would pour down boiling molten steel on it.
The molten steel fell on its huge and spacious crown, igniting a fire that exploded into brilliant flames and layers of thick smoke. The overlapping and entangled roots and branches kept shaking and rubbing at this time, emitting bursts of shrill wails like crying.
This is a doomsday scene.
After a brief moment of distraction, Hitzfeld immediately jumped up from the ground.
Then she immediately realized that the touch of the ground was wrong.
It was no longer the marble tiles she had stepped on before, nor was it the muddy ground on the path she had come from... In the first second, there was still a slight bit of tough touch, but that feeling quickly collapsed, and she felt as if her feet were sinking into the sand.
This is not an illusion.
Looking down, she saw dry cracks appearing on the ground.
With the black roots piercing into the ground as the center, cracks continued to spread outwards... She saw with her own eyes that the land that was still lush and plump a second ago dried up and cracked, breaking into fine gravel bit by bit.
An extreme premonition of danger enveloped her, and she immediately realized that if she didn't find a way to leave here, this area would soon become a sunken sand pit, like a hunting ground created by an ant lion - forcing all living creatures standing on it to fall into purgatory!
Without hesitation, she immediately started running on the sand with some difficulty.
The rate at which sand traps are forming is accelerating.
The climbing angle became steeper and steeper. She gasped and simply threw away the pistol and lifted up the skirt that was in the way with both hands.
"Miss Hitzfeld!" A call came from the flickering scene.
"Grab my arm—Miss Hitzfeld!"
Without thinking too much, he instinctively stretched his arms forward.
It seemed like it did touch something, but it failed to grab it. The two sides just collided for a moment and then moved away again.
The exploding flames illuminated the way ahead.
Hitzfeld saw Grimm - the black agent was a little dusty, with most of his body behind a stone brick, on a slope more than one meter higher than her. He was stretching out his hands towards her, trying to pull her up.
But it is not necessary now.
Seeing the road clearly, Hitzfeld reached out and grabbed a protruding stone brick, raised his boot and stepped on another protrusion, then using the last of his strength, leaped over, and lay on the muddy and dirty brick surface, gasping for breath.
"Huh...where are the others?"
"I don't know... I was knocked away - I saw others being swept away by huge tentacles, and I only have Monsieur de Villefort here!"
