A loud noise echoed in the spacious corridor, and the floor vibrated violently, causing several other guards to fall to the ground.

The imperial guards ahead ran faster, and these tall soldiers completely lost their usual majesty.

They rolled and crawled, as if they were just trying their best to stay away from the conference hall behind them.

Bang!

The last guard was crushed into a meat pie.

Bang!

Another one.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Vatir stood there, staring at the guards after the mentors turned into meat sauce.

It seemed as if an invisible giant was walking here step by step from the distance of the corridor, trampling one insect after another along the way.

Finally, an imperial guard was about to run to Vatir.

The spy leader also came to his senses and set up a weapon in panic to prepare for the fight, but saw the other party stopping a few feet in front of him, as if he bumped into an invisible wall of air.

The surroundings suddenly became quiet and the sound was isolated from the opposite side.

Only a burst of violent vibrations came from the floor beneath his feet, making Vatir's legs numb.

The killing continues.

The entire Gaston Palace seemed to be shaking.

In the end, everyone turned into a pool of flesh and blood.

Only the guard in front of him, which is only "separated by a wall".

Vatir saw the other party pulling out the sword from his waist in panic and slashing it in front of him.

But the sword body stopped in mid-air, as if stuck in the invisible wall.

The guard seemed to have lost all his strength in an instant and stood there in a daze.

He half opened his mouth and looked blankly at himself on the side of the wall.

That was a tall and handsome young man.

Vatir had seen this imperial guard. He was one of the imperial guards who followed him to Yinlu Hotel the night before.

The spy chief looked at him, and only despair was left in his clear eyes.

The young man opened his mouth as if he was going to say something.

At this moment, the plump head suddenly faded.

In an instant, Vatir saw the bursting eyes.

Cracked teeth flew out of their twisted mouth.

The flesh and blood splattered all over the invisible wall in front of him, like a red curtain that separated the entire corridor in half.

A strange silence fell into the surroundings.

Vatir heard his heart thumping.

Around me was a sudden breath and a few sounds of saliva swallowing.

He heard a slight noise, which was the sound of armor rubbing. The battle-hardened spies behind him were already scared.

Clang, the long sword stuck in the air fell to the ground.

The invisible wall suddenly disappeared, and the flesh and blood stuck to it splashed on the ground with a rustling sound.

A chaotic corridor was once again revealed to Vatir.

At some point, a figure had appeared at the door of the conference hall at the end of the corridor.

The voice of the black-haired young man echoed on the promenade in the empty space.

"Vatir, you're here."

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Vatir stepped across a beach of mixture of armor and flesh and blood and walked into the conference hall at the end of the promenade.

There was a mess before my eyes.

Half of the hall was stained with blood, here is the same as outside - there were several beaches of guards stuck to the ground.

Geralt was searching for his weapons from the "pool" of the guards.

Moerfan was already lying on the ground and there was no sound. His hands disappeared, and white bones were exposed on his shoulders.

Phylliba collapsed on the edge of the wall and had already lost consciousness. Her hands were wearing magic-blocking gold handcuffs, and the blue-black lines meandered on the sorcerer's white and tender arms.

Margarita also fainted on the ground, Yennefa and Tris squatted beside her, trying to restore her to sober.

And his emperor stood on the only clean ground in the room, saying something to the black-haired mage.
Chapter completed!