Galaxy Fleet Through Triss's Eyes

"You thought I didn't know you were hiding here?

Little Triss.

Hand it over!"

However,

At that critical moment, something unexpected happened!

A corpse that seemed long dead suddenly stretched out a withered arm from the ground and clutched the man's ankle tightly.

The corpse's face was twisted, its eyes wide open, revealing the endless pain and unwillingness it had felt before death. Even its voice was hoarse and torn, as though it were using its last shred of strength to cry out:

"Miss, run!"

Yet amid that suffocating tension, the old guard's struggle gradually weakened, his eyes filled with unwillingness and despair.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man

couldn't help curling his lips into a cruel smile, one filled with merciless contempt for life.

He suddenly exerted force.

The force beneath his foot came down like a crushing boulder, mercilessly landing on the old guard's already fragile skull.

Bang!

A dull, terrifying bursting sound rang out!

The corpse's already shriveled cranial structure exploded outright.

Blood and white matter splattered everywhere, instantly painting the ground around them in an indescribably horrifying shade.

The motion even stained the middle-aged man's black formal attire red.

The scene was unimaginably brutal,

enough to make one's blood run cold.

Yet the middle-aged man did not hesitate or pause in the slightest. Instead, he mocked in an almost crazed tone:

"Truly a loyal old dog of the Hughie Fal family, but an old dog's teeth aren't sharp enough.

What did you think you could protect?

Look now.

Your loyalty and courage are nothing more than a pile of rotten mud beneath my feet."

His voice echoed through the empty space, full of triumph and arrogance.

Yet every word was like a sharp blade, stabbing not only the old guard lying on the ground, but also deeply