Love At The Wrong Table

Chapter 1867

Freya sneered as she used her inner strength to snatch the stone from the air. To her surprise, she had caught not the Hoart of the Sun but a regular piece of rock.

At that exact moment, Trisha seized the opportunity and leaped toward Emmanuel to pass him the Heart of the Sun.

“In your dreams!” Freya shouted as she struck out with a palm. Her powerful energy, accompanied by flames, instantly surrounded Trisha.

Knowing she wouldn’t survive, Trisha threw the Heart of the Sun to Emmanuel and, with her last breath, warned, “Remember what I’ve said, Emmanuel! If you betray Sarah, I’ll never forgive you, even in death!”

Boom!

Her body was torn apart and instantly incinerated by Freya’s strike. The horrifying scene and the acrid smell of blood deeply shocked everyone present.

“How amusing. Do you really think you’ll have time for this?” With a cold smile,

Freya raised her hand, ready to strike.

Suddenly, she felt someone attacking from behind.

It was Sarah, who could only move one hand, leaping toward her with all her strength.

“Ridiculous!”

noticed she was holding a strange bottle. A moment of suspicion and concern made her hesitate. Instead of striking, she took the opportunity

hand. She had thought it was a small bomb, but

Surprised? The Holy Trinity invested so much effort in training me and even entrusted me with their most potent soft–scented

aimed to crush her heart with a single

“Sarah!”

She managed to pull Sarah away, but Freya still landed a blow on

anger, the swung

Markardal desperate

hang in there?

everything else, gently shook Sarah, with

an confict for

you can feel pain for me too?” Sarah was so

eyes open, but she

about you! You have to hang on! Do you hear

Thu, Oct 3

Secrifice and

“Keep talking to me! Don’t sleep!