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“Almost there! Just a little further!”
Fueled by survival instincts, Reagan sprinted desperately ahead, leaving a trail of blood and vomit.
There was no indication of him slowing down. In a frenzied sprint, he eventually glimpsed the towering
walls of the base.
He understood that once he passed those walls, safety awaited him. The base held the promise of an
antidote among its stockpile of elixirs and remedies.
A spark of hope lingered, and the prospect of survival felt attainable.
“Open the gates! Hurry, open the gates!
Reagan staggered to the base of the towering wall, his resolve on the brink of collapse.
Every fiber of his being trembled with instability, and the toll of his struggle manifested prominently on
his face.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtBlack blood oozed persistently from his mouth and nose.
As his plea reverberated, a multitude of ballistae released a storm of hefty bolts from the fortress walls.
Each ballista packed formidable power and had the potential to inflict substantial damage.
Reagan’s eyes flickered, and he skillfully evaded the approaching projectiles. The bolts struck their
target, lodging themselves a yard and a half ahead of him.
The tremendous force buried the bolt’s shaft in the earth, and the remaining half protruded, generating
a reverberating roar.
“Hey! Have you lost your mind? I’m the Chief Guildmaster of the Dragon Guard!
Open your damn eyes and see clearly!” Reagan roared angrily at the soldiers on the wall.
Nevertheless, the soldiers stayed unresponsive, brandishing their weapons and directing them at
Reagan.
Several formidable weapons also sprang into action-cannons and barrels all aligned toward Reagan
beneath the wall, poised to annihilate him at a moment’s notice.
“You bunch of ignorant fools! Do you not recognize me? Open the gates now, or none of you will be
spared!” Reagan continued to bellow, initially hopeful for rescue, only to find himself barred at his own
doorstep.
He wondered what these people were scheming.
“Reagan, your death is imminent. Surrender now, and I might give you a swift end!” A chilling, resolute
voice echoed from behind. Dustin and his companions had caught up, blocking Reagan’s path to
escape.
“Quick! Open fire! Kill them!” Reagan recovered his composure and angrily gestured toward Dustin’s
group.
On the wall, the soldiers remained unmoved, displaying no reaction, as if they were oblivious to the
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“Are you all deaf? I told you to open fire! “Reagan yelled frantically. His heightened emotions led to him
coughing up more dark blood, intensifying his weakened state.
“The Deicide Venom is no joke. Even a tough guy like Reagan can’t stomach it. It’s absolutely mind-
blowing!” Observing Reagan on the verge of dying, Julius was silently impressed.
Ranked fifth on the Astonishing World List, Reagan’s formidable strength was unquestionable. Even
with Dustin and his team joining forces, securing a straightforward victory against Reagan proved
impossible.
But now, after being poisoned with the Deicide Venom, Reagan’s life force was quickly diminishing, and
he teetered on the edge of exhaustion.
“Stop shouting. The soldiers on the wall aren’t from the Dragon Guard,” Dustin spoke coldly.
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