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Clang!

Sparks flickered and Michael was overwhelmed with shock as he watched a series of cracks rapidly crawl over the surface of his shield.

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"Break!" Archon's arm trembled and the light shield exploded. The spear whipped towards Michael's chest like a dragon flying at lightning speed.

Shhhhhhuu!

An azure wave rose between them and caught the spear, causing it to veer off course just enough so that the spear tip pierced through Michael's shoulder.

Michael roared in pain as he drew back. Blood gushed from the hole in his shoulder â€" the wound had rendered his entire arm useless.

Aelira and Nyxa immediately took defensive positions in front of Michael. They glared at Archon, who looked back at them with the mocking expression of a cat toying with a mouse.

"Little miss, if you try to run, your Big Sister and your friends might die by my hands." Archon threatened as he smiled at Lara. She was still holding onto Tyrion and was prepared to escape.

She paused her steps as she bit her rosy lips so hard that a thin line of blood trickled down. Her lovely face was filled with desperation. But finally, she made her decision. She immediately raced away with Tyrion in tow. She knew that staying any longer would only make all their sacrifices be in vain.

Archon smiled at that. There was a vicious glint in his eyes as the bloody spear trembled, then burst towards Aelira's party in a powerful attack.

Aelira's party was suddenly surrounded by the dangers of Archon's sudden outburst. That blood-red spear could pierce through any one of them.

"Haha! Your Big Sister won't be able to hold on for much longer."

Archon ferociously rained attacks on them, all the while taunting the small trembling figures with a cold, distant, and demonic voice.

"Archon, I definitely won't let you go!"

Archon coldly smiled. "Really? Then let's wait until I kill your sister and your friends. Then, I'll get rid of you." He turned to the three, whose offense was steadily growing weaker. Suddenly, his eyes took on a chilly expression and he launched the bloody spear with a powerful energy, heavily smashing it into all three of them.

Pfffft!

The three of them coughed up mouthfuls of blood as their bodies flew backwards. Their faces were as white as paper.

"Take another step, and your Big Sister is really going to die!" Archon threatened with a smile as he moved to stand right over Aelira. The bloody spear in his hand stabbed towards her slender snow-white neck with enough force that a gale whipped up around them.

Without turning around, Lara imagined the scene that was occurring behind her back. She paused and her shoulders trembled. More blood spread over her rosy lips.

But just as Archon expected Lara to turn around and attack him, she spoke in a low, hoarse voice. "Archon, I will definitely find you. And when I do, I will definitely kill you."

Then, the whites of her eyes flushed red and she flashed away.

"BANG!"

But before she could get too far, a firm arm suddenly stopped her. Lara was startled by the touch and looked down to see Tyrion slowly raise his head from her arms.

His face was flushed and his pitch-black pupils were now scarlet-red. Veins stood out from under his skin, and fresh blood oozed from his skin. All this, coupled with the indescribably baleful energy ripple in his eyes, gave him a horrifying appearance.

Tyrion was like a bloodthirsty Asura who'd just climbed out from Purgatory.

Others felt stabs fear from the mere sight of him.

"Tyrion...you...healed... "

Lara was also frightened by Tyrion's appearance. She found herself overwhelmed by her emotions. "I was supposed to make sure that nothing happened to you. Otherwise, Big Sister and the others would've died in vain. Hurry up and leave me."

A boundless baleful energy ripple rippled through Tyrion, and he slowly raised a bloody, veined hand to wipe the tears from the young woman's cheek.

His face â€" that made others cower in fear â€" brightened with a smile that Lara was so familiar with.

A soft voice soothed her emotions. "Don't worry. I promise that not a single one of them will die."

...

Lara stood on the mountain peak, staring wide-eyed at Tyrion's terrifying appearance. She didn't know how Tyrion had assumed this form, and asked, "What are you planning to do?"

She wondered what he was planning. Did it matter? The end had been foretold. Archon was simply too powerful. Even her big sister wouldn't be able to defeat him. So how could Tyrion, who was only a Super soldier, possibly do anything?

"Wait for the chance to escape with your big sister and the others. Run far and don't come back for me?" Tyrion demanded, even as the strength in his eyes weakened as his voice grew hoarser. It seemed as if there was an endless baleful energy ripple surging within his voice, and made it sound ice-cold to others.

Lara was so taken aback that she took two steps back. Tyrion seemed as though he was trying to suppress something. The bloody marks covering his body constantly flickered, like a murderous Asura that'd climbed out from Purgatory.

Lara was so taken aback that she took two steps back. Tyrion seemed as though he was trying to suppress something. The bloody marks covering his body constantly flickered, like a murderous Asura that'd climbed out from Purgatory.

She speechlessly stared at Tyrion, then nodded.

Tyrion accepted her acknowledgement, then turned away without another word. Then, he moved like a streak of lightning towards the horizon. His hoarse voice echoed over the land. "Archon. You like to bulky the weak don't you? Why don't you pick on someone your one size for a change.."

Archon coldly smiled as he watched Tyrion with eyes like flying blades. "Haha! So you came back, in the end."

"Tyrion, you...!"

Aelira and the others grew even more distressed as they'd desperately managed to delay Archon in order to buy time for Lara. But now, Tyrion had suddenly come charging back?