Chapter 433: Fire

"I know, I know, my child."

A gleam shone in Evelynn's azure eyes: "Calvin's death is the responsibility of Margaret and her brother, but before that, we must first deal with that bastard, the brat who killed Calvin."

Then she sighed softly, walking toward the rear of the estate as she spoke: "Child, I know you don't agree with my methods. The Benedict family shouldn't be drawn into a war that isn't ours, right? But you don't know Conshuri. He's not one to hold a grudge over a minor slight, but that woman, Chrisa, is etched into his bones. So from over twenty years ago, the hatred between us has been irreconcilable. One of us must fall! So, Bode, you cannot afford any侥幸 or appeasement."

Bode Benedict was speechless. He knew his mother was right about Conshuri.

"And then there's that brat. I feel very uneasy about him too. His insurance with 'America International Insurance Company' is only for a month, right? And the leave for his companies is only a day or two. It seems like necessity and lack of funds, but what if, what if that brat is confident that after one day, he can stabilize the situation, or even end the war with the Benedicts? Since he could hire 'White Mamba' Rosia, he could also invite even stronger experts or other major forces to intervene. But I cannot allow his financial resources to keep growing; that would be a disaster for us. You see, there are too many variables in the future. I can't bear it—"

By this time, they had reached the rear of the estate, in front of a small standalone villa.

The old woman stopped and looked ahead with dissatisfaction: "You should have heard me, Father, right? At a time like this, you still intend to hide here, turning a blind eye to the death of your most outstanding and beloved great-grandson, Calvin, aren't you? You coward!"

In that instant, the small villa suddenly shattered—truly shattered, all materials reduced to dust. Then a middle-aged man, appearing around forty, walked out from the swirling dust.

His gaze at the old woman was cold and devoid of emotion, then he looked into the distance.

"I can go kill Conshuri's child, and I can enter Atlanta to fight Conshuri. But Evelynn, are you ready to bear the consequences? Are you prepared to deal with the Benedict family's enemies and withstand Conshuri's retaliation?"

"Yes, Father!"

The old woman bowed deeply: "Regardless, please destroy this mistake that should never have occurred!"

...

At the same time, on the northern sea of the Adrian Islands, Roberta Yvonne's body had been forcibly dragged onto the deck of the 'Aglaia.'

The 'Blood-Eyed Angel' had not stopped struggling; her faint had lasted only a moment before she expanded her body again, continuing to release deadly wind blades.

But every time Roberta 'awoke,' the legendary shield warrior named Garcia would smash his silver-white hammer into her head.

He also wielded a black whip, lashing the maid's body continuously. The runic chains offered no resistance to the whip, and each strike caused Roberta's soul to tremble and annihilated large swaths of flesh.

"Bitch! You're in pain now, right? Pain is right! Now repent, mourn for yourself! Next, I'll make you suffer dozens of times more, letting your soul wail in hell for eternity!"

The middle-aged man with a terrifying scar on his face sneered: "This is the price for that sword strike half a month ago, bitch! You looked down on me, didn't you? Ridiculous! A scumbag relying on external power like the War Angel's Heart dares to ignore a legend? Look—"

But at that moment, Garcia's face turned slightly pale, showing a look of gravity.

Before his eyes, the 'meatball' bound by the runic chains had expanded to a diameter of twenty meters. The seal of the runic chains remained stable, but drops of blood continuously fell, proliferating wildly. Some wind blades escaped the control of the two legendary mages nearby, slashing into the hull. And powerful mental fluctuations continuously surged outward.

"Incredible, absolutely incredible!"

Hydra, who had moved to this ship with Cassari, felt his scalp tingle: "Shit! She's still maintaining her will. She's deliberately releasing the Devourer of Souls and letting her body go out of control. This crazy woman is using this method to try to break free from your 'Heavenly Chains.' This will spiral out of control, Cassari!"

"I told you I'm well prepared. I have a way."

But Cassari Gates's eyes showed a hint of pain, yet he still unhesitatingly threw out two items. They were two golden discs, covered with high-level runes and aesthetically pleasing, looking magnificent.

"Lord Wright! And Lord East!"

Those were two legendary mages. They unhesitatingly activated the two discs, casting two pale golden rays that enveloped Roberta's expanded body.

This completely sealed the maid's spellcasting ability and temporarily stopped the flesh proliferation within the runic chains.

Next, twelve more magic-energy professionals in black robes came around the massive 'meatball.' At close range, they drove black spikes two meters long into Roberta's body.

This seemed to cause her extreme pain, as she continuously emitted nearly distorted mental waves.

"Holy Nails! Artifacts made by the Olympian gods to nail and kill the Radiant Saint 'Messiah.' They made many of them to stop the expansion of the Radiant Lord's faith. It is said that all who are pierced by the Holy Nails will suffer unbearable pain, a punishment even gods cannot endure."

Thirty miles away, Angela's face had lost all color, mixed with anger and worry: "I think you can fire now, Amo! Your maid, she might not hold on."

Li Mochen, however, acted as if he hadn't heard, continuing to aim coldly at the armed merchant ship.

At this moment, Cassari Gates's mind finally relaxed. He tugged at his tie in annoyance: "This bitch! She's making me spend another billion gold shields!"

"You should have used these things earlier, Cassari!"

Garcia whipped again, then turned back with a smile: "I'm very satisfied. You've fulfilled your promise to me, making her suffer endless pain! But there's one last step: send her to Beelzebub. That Demon Lord of Pain should like her soul."

Cassari Gates sneered, then walked to the altar at the front of the deck: "Let's begin, everyone. I'm getting impatient."

He had already cut his wrist, and a large amount of blood gushed out, falling into the formation below. At this moment, everyone on and off the ship turned to watch.

"Great De—"

"Bang!"

In that instant, Cassari Gates's head suddenly exploded. Blood and brain matter scattered everywhere, spilling into the formation.