NovelTrueChapter 1957
---- Chapter 1957 Inside the cathedral, over 100 monks stared in shock. In the next instant, each grabbed a long
staff and swarmed toward the back mountain like they were preparing for war. However, Andrew ignored them,
holding Victoria tightly in his arms. "Victoria, you..." His eyes burned red in an instant Victoria lay back in his
embrace, blood still spilling from the corner of her lips. A crimson frost-like mist rose from her mouth as the light
in her eyes slowly dimmed.
"Foolish boy, | promised to help you take Gabo Creek, so of course | gave it everything | had. Don't be sad, I'm
not going to die. Tell me, did I even fool you just now?" She continued, "If | couldn't fool you, then I could never
fool Franklin, that hypocrite. I've known what kind of man he is for years. If | didn't feign weakness, he never
would have walked right into the trap." Struggling to finish these words, Victoria let out a pained moan and
curled up tightly in Andrew's arms.
Andrew was greatly alarmed and quickly sealed her pressure points to stop the bleeding. At the stime, he
checked her ---- pulse to examine her injuries. Without doubt, she had reached the end of her strength. She had
been injured before this battle even began After returning from Goldridge, she did not have tto recover. Now,
after repeatedly outmaneuvering Matthias in this battle of wits and strength, she had pushed her body to its
absolute limit.
Her intention was clear: she would rather sacrifice half her life to help Andrew kill Matthias. Andrew did not dare
let go of Victoria or leave her side for even a moment. Although her pressure points were mostly sealed and the
bleeding had stopped, cold energy was still continuously flowing from her body. Her flesh was becoming
increasingly stiff and cold. If this continued, she would surely die. Andrew felt a rare sense of panic as this was
not normal at all!
Victoria was unconscious, but why was the energy in her core still spreading? "You can't save her! Victoria
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtpushed her technique to the limit twice in a row, and the poison in her body has taken effect. Except for
dispersing her martial arts and becoming a complete cripple, there's no second path for her!" Just as Andrew was
panicking, malicious laughter cfrom ---- outside. His gaze turned vicious as he looked sharply toward the
source. It was Calvin, the pathetic excuse of a man. "Poison?
She doesn't have any signs of poisoning," Andrew said, barely holding back the urge to kill him on the spot.
Calvin pointed at the two of them with spite. "Of course, there are no signs. She wasn't poisoned with anything
ordinary. Did you think | wouldn't keep my guard up against you? Youre still too green to play against me." He
sneered. "I've long known about your unmatched medical skill, so | used a poison you'd never detect.
Fallen Grace, combined with Death's
Draught, both colorless and
tasteless, administered separately.
And you have to wait : least Raffa
day betyueeq dases: en the two
abt {dgether, the symptoms appear
silently, giving you no chance to find
them." Calvin laughed in triumph,
pointing at Andrew again. "Today, if
you don't die, then there's no justice
in the world." "Fallen Grace... | should
have thought of that sooner," Andrew
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Fallen Grace was a toxin made
specifically to target high-level
martial artists. It had no taste or
color and caused no immediate
symptoms. It was so Re that
even tnggiproest do BE ==
dkadge from the heavens, which
was exactly how it earned its name.
This deadly poison was only effective
against high-level martial artists.
Ordinary martial artists, even martial
kings, would not be greatly affected.
If a normal person consumed it,
nothing would happen at all.
However, Fallen Grace, combined
with Death's Draught plant, was
poison upon poison. The content is
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