Love Unbreakable by Bank Brook
Chapter 1541

Chapter 1541:

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The boss, overwhelmed by fury and despair, wanted to curse and fight back, but she found herself too weak. All she could do was glare at the one who had shattered her last hope, stunned to see that it was Emerie, covered in blood.

Emerie, the one the boss had trusted completely and who she never expected to turn against her.

Emerie's neck was wrapped in a makeshift bandage made from a piece of cloth that Nicole had hastily torn off. Blood was still seeing out. Her hard kick had made the bleeding worse.

Too weak to speak, Emerie had exhausted her strength. She fell to her knees, communicating with the chief through gestures she knew would be understood. “You lied to me! You lied to me. “You deserve to die.”

The chief, lying on the ground, was shaking uncontrollably. Wounded by three arrows and engulfed in flames, his chances of survival were zero. The horror of bleeding and burning simultaneously was unbearable.

Emerie grabbed a porcelain flask and crawled over to Roscoe. She forced his mouth open and poured the contents of the vial into it.

Emerie said, her voice weak as a whisper, “Take this as my last act of kindness. These pills will heal your neural pathways. There may be adverse effects, but you will continue to live…”

The next second, Emerie's head fell to the ground, her body motionless.

Emerie passed away before the chief, who was now writing on the ground, his movements resembling those of a burning insect, horrible and pitiful at the same time.

The witches below stood stunned, their illusions shattered as they realized their boss's deception. The promises of eternal youth and immortality were shattered. Their boss had been nothing more than a skilled liar, wrapped in a mystical deception.

The strong smell of burning flesh bothered the tree parasites.

The air cracked as the parasites' shells burst. Countless parasites plummeted to the ground, legs frantically moving as they searched for new hosts among the human scents.

Panic gripped the witches, who scattered in the chaos.

The elder of the branch looked at the chaos. With the death of the chief, a deep emptiness invaded him. He whispered: "Run, run, because soon this place will be nothing but ruins..."

However, his voice was drowned out by the chaos.

The old man watched the confusion, and his laughter spread through the forest like the haunting song of a lunatic. “My dear son, did you witness that from heaven? I have avenged you. Rest in peace. In our next life, you will be my son once again…”

Meanwhile, Nicole and Roscoe remained immobilized on the lotus altar, trapped in their own desperate situation.

Roscoe, after swallowing the powerful pills, experienced a fierce internal struggle. Although the pills were meant to heal, they needed time to integrate. He needed to remain still and allow the medicine to deeply integrate into his system, but the immediate crisis demanded action.

His body felt incredibly heavy, every movement an exhausting task. Despite his efforts to free himself and rescue Nicole, his attempts were in vain.

He felt like his limbs were walking on clouds, completely devoid of strength.

In a strained, weak voice, Roscoe said to Nicole, “Nicole, can you free yourself?” “I might not be much help.”

Nicole, teeth clenched, fought against her own bonds. The wire dug painfully into her skin, burning sharply.

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