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"You all saw that, right? She was a fake!" Alfius declared.

Mosley called out to Alfius, "Um, my lord, I think they already knew."

Just then, more guards charged at the group.

"Damn, have they already fallen?" Alfius cursed, his frustration clear.

"Not quite," Nash said, grabbing one of the guards by the collar. "They look like they're just being controlled. They all have a snowflake mark on their necks." "What should we do?" Alfius asked urgently.

"I can undo it," Nash said, pulling out a few silver needles from his clothing.

He expertly inserted the needles into the guards' necks, and by some miracle, the snowflake marks disappeared.

"Great! There aren't too many of them here, so we " Alfius had begun to say but was cut off when more guards poured from upstairs.

"There are too many of them!" Alfius shouted.

"My lord!" Mosley said urgently.

"You and Tilly go ahead, leave this to us!" Nash instructed.

"You guys?! Alright, don't push yourselves too hard! Mr. Tilman, let's go!"noveldrama

Mosley cleared a path, and the two escaped from the circle of guards.

"Finally, they're gone," Nash said with a sigh of relief.

"Master Nash, aren't you worried about exposing your identity like this?"

"Pfft, are you really that clueless? Those guys managed to take over so quickly, so we were already exposed. There's no need to keep up this charade," Nash replied. "So, what do we do now?" asked Mosley.

Nash adjusted his true energy slightly and, with a single strike, he removed the snowflake marks from everyone in the hall.

"Impressive as always, Master Nash."

"Haha, is that so? Is he really that amazing?" A person in a bird mask suddenly appeared between the two and threw out a palm strike.

...

Amidst the peril, Alfius and Tilly had finally reached the 50th floor when a group of guards attacked them.

"Alfius, you go ahead! I'll hold them off!"

Alfius did not even hesitate as he burst into Herman's room.

Inside the room, Ply was tied up tight while Herman was nowhere to be seen.

"Miss Scota?!" Alfius called out with surprise before immediately untying her.

"Don't! Don't worry about me! Grandpa is on the top floor! Go! Go save him!"

"But-" Alfius looked at the bomb strapped to Ply's back. There were only five minutes left.

"I said, don't worry about me!" Ply kicked Alfius away. "It doesn't matter if I live or not! Go save my grandpa!"

For a moment, Alfius panicked. He

knew the situation was dire. Although Ply was insistent that he leave her, he did not want too abandon anyone.

In the end, he got up again and ran to Ply's side. "Hey! I told you what to do! Why are you—"

"No, it's not right," Alfius interrupted as images of Sunny, his master, and those who died due to his weakness flashed through his mind. He could not bear to watch anyone else die in front of him.

Alfius could tell this was not an ordinary bomb. It was more like a special casing made of true energy that was wrapped around incendiary energy. The temperature inside was nearly 500 degrees, with scorching heat constantly battering the casing.