She looked into Mosi's eyes, "I won't let her be endangered anymore. Before anything happens, I'll smash those bastards threatening her safety to bits with my fists and pound your beastly faces into the filth they resemble."
Mosi stared blankly at Erald Sparrow.
She struggled to grasp the aning behind Erald Sparrow's words, and then, as if suddenly realizing sothing, she cursed, "So it was you! This is how it is! I get it! I don't understand! How is this possible! It's impossible!"
"That's why you weren't affected after you t ! That's why you can always appear the mont that man is in danger! That's why you're so bothered by Ying's death!"
"Hong Siyu, that bitch! She actually deceived , she hid the most important thing!"
She pulled back her hand and using her size advantage, she pushed Erald Sparrow to the ground, then grabbed Erald Sparrow's hair and began tearing at it, "You have a secret! A huge secret! I must beat you! I need to know what your secret is, I still have a chance!"
The two figures, one much larger than the other, rolled around and fought on the ground.
They lacked the deanor of magic users and magical girls, fighting each other like the scummiest brawlers on the streets. Initially, the outco was unclear, but soon, for so reason, Erald Sparrow gained the upper hand, seizing control from the chaos and once more, struck Mosi's nose fiercely.
Thud!
That punch directly shattered Mosi's already injured nose, blood spurting out instantly.
Erald Sparrow's lips tightened, eyes reddened, wordless. She pinned Mosi's forehead, kneeling on top of her, and began repeatedly smashing her face with her fists.
In the midst of ruins, only muffled thuds that made one's heart tremble remained.
Expressionless, Erald Sparrow hamred punch after punch into Mosi's face, her clean fists even stained with blood, but she felt nothing.
Mosi's screams grew fainter amidst the spray of blood, eventually gasping for breath and unable to make a sound.
Her face, smashed beyond recognition, could no longer be identified as human, sared with patchy blood, the features unrecognizable.
"You will end up like ."
In a daze, she suddenly said, "The hatred and murderous intent on your face, the brutality you've always hidden away, are the catalysts leading you down my path"
"...I won't."
Erald Sparrow pulled back her fist, lightly wiping the blood off her cheek, "I won't lose myself to revenge."
"You will."
Mosi's voice was weak, "One day, you will discover the true nature of hatred, you will understand the workings of this world. When that ti cos, your desire for revenge will leave you no choice but destruction."
She swallowed hard, her voice trembling, "Look at your face, that devilish expression consuming people, you will be devoured by your own hatred. Your fate, you madwoman, won't be much better than mine."
Bang!
Another punch landed on her face. This ti, Erald Sparrow didn't aim for the nose but for Mosi's mouth, knocking out several teeth with another blow.
She raised her fist and quietly looked at Mosi for a while. Finally, she stopped hitting her and released her hold on Mosi's head, slowly straightening up:
"What exactly is An Ya's death related to you guys at Black Ash Dawn? Who was it? Or rather, who were involved? Tell , and I'll make it quick for you."
"Heh... heh..."
As blood spilled from her mouth, Mosi too looked at Erald Sparrow. She no longer had the strength to howl, rely showing a peculiar smile slowly spreading across her face.
With her crimson mouth open, she said unclearly, "It's too late..."
"What are you talking about?" Erald Sparrow furrowed her brows.
"In this world where the strong prey on the weak, if you don't devour others, you will be devoured. We are all ingredients on the plate, pieces on the chessboard..."
Mosi glared with her eyes wide open, whispered to make Erald Sparrow focus, and with a sudden move, stretched out her hand, claw-like, towards Erald Sparrow's eyes:
"From the mont the creation of the Saint Heir succeeded and he descended, we had no other choice but to be manipulated——"
In her extre weakness, her hand exploded with swift speed, like the last flicker of a dying fla targeting Erald Sparrow, even in her last mont she wanted to counterattack, to injure the other.
But her plan was bound to fail.
The mont her hand stretched out, blades ford of magic power had already penetrated her skull, nailing it to the ground.
Erald Sparrow killed her with her masterpiece.
Being without scissors did not an the threads no longer existed. As the remaining form of Weave of Fate, the masterpiece could still exert its effect.
She stood up, light blades coalescing around her, stabbing one after another into Mosi's vitals until Mosi lay motionless, her eyes open but lifeless. Only then did Erald Sparrow slowly retract her masterpiece.
Gazing at those eyes that refused to close in death, Erald Sparrow shut her own eyes, gradually unclenching her fisted hand.
The king's forr Ash Envoy from Black Ash Dawn, the chief of Abnormal Strategy Bureau from Fangting City, the pri culprit behind the sacrifices in Donghua Region for the past two years, Mosi, also known as Moth, has been executed.
Her heart's fury not yet soothed, the boiling hatred within her surged on as she looked towards the sky slowly lightening with dawn, feeling an inexplicable emptiness inside.
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