OBS Chapter 323: The Eastern Roman Emperor and the Pope attacked and killed the Great Zhou female genera
Chapter 323: The Eastern Roman Emperor and the Pope attacked and killed the Great Zhou female genera
Under the cover of night, Sharla quietly stayed in the mansion in the city. This mansion should have been a peaceful and tranquil place, but now it was filled with a suffocating atmosphere of tension.
At that moment, two figures crept into Sharla's boudoir like ghosts. One was the emperor of the Eastern Roman Empire, clad in magnificent robes, wielding an incredibly sharp sword, his eyes gleaming with sinister cunning. The other was a master from the Vatican, also possessing the power of a terrestrial immortal, emanating a powerful aura.
When Sharla sensed the intruder, she immediately became alert and engaged in a fierce battle with the Vatican expert. However, she never expected that the despicable and shameless Eastern Roman Emperor would take advantage of her unpreparedness and sneak up behind her. The emperor swung his sword fiercely, slashing at Sharla's throat like lightning.
Instantly, there was a muffled "puff!" sound, and blood gushed out like a volcanic eruption, splattering everywhere! Sharla's once beautiful face was distorted by extreme pain. She opened her mouth and let out a shrill, heartbreaking scream, a sound like the wails of evil spirits from the Nine Netherworlds, terrifying and chilling.
Suddenly, a hideous and terrifying gash appeared on her jade-white throat, so deep that the bone was visible. Bright red blood was flowing out of the wound, instantly dyeing the leather armor on her chest and the ground beneath her feet red.
This sudden, fatal blow, like a thunderbolt from the heavens, slammed heavily into Sharla's fragile frame. She felt an overwhelming surge of pain, as if all her strength had been drained from her body. Her once nimble and agile movements became sluggish and weak. Her body swayed, like a candle in a gust of wind, ready to go out and fall at any moment.
But Sharla refused to succumb to her fate. Despite the devastation she had endured, her eyes still shone with an unyielding, tenacious light, blazing like a burning flame. She gritted her teeth, mustering her last ounce of strength, and struggled to resist.
However, the Eastern Roman Emperor standing before her didn't give her any breathing space. His face was ferocious, a cold and ruthless smile playing on his lips. He raised the gleaming blade in his hand again and slashed at Sharla without hesitation.
The knife was as fast as lightning, as swift as the wind, like a venomous snake hiding in the shadows, suddenly leaping out of its lair and stabbing straight at Sharla's navel with lightning speed. The sharp tip of the knife pierced her soft abdomen without any hindrance, sending a string of blood flowers flying in the air.
At that moment, the Vatican's experts, who had been watching closely, seized the opportunity to strike. Each of them, swords in hand, moved with ghostly speed, arriving at Sharla's side in the blink of an eye. One of them swung his sword fiercely, its blade flashing with a cold light, like a bolt of lightning piercing the night sky. With unparalleled force, it pierced Sharla's chest.
Despite the severe wounds, Sharla refused to yield. Though her body was covered in wounds, her will was as strong as steel. She struggled with all her might, trying to escape the endless agony. However, it was too late. The Eastern Roman Emperor's face was grim, his eyes revealing cruelty and coldness. He raised his sword once again, and it flashed with a cold light, as if mocking Sharla's presumption.
At that moment, a resounding, crisp "crack" sound rang out, deafening like a thunderbolt from the blue sky! Sharla's flawlessly beautiful head, as white as mutton-fat jade, suddenly flew up! It traced a horrifying, tragic arc through the air before slamming heavily onto the cold, hard ground.
At that moment, Sharla's eyes, once bright and lively, were still wide open, but the light within them was no longer the lively and intelligent light of the past. Instead, it was filled with endless fear and deep resentment. Her once exquisite, petite, and adorable face was now distorted by extreme pain, as if it had been wantonly kneaded by an invisible hand. Her skin, once as white as snow and as delicate as jade, was now as pale as paper, devoid of any trace of blood. Even more shocking, a streak of bright blood still clung to the corner of her mouth, slowly trickling down her chin, appearing even more terrifying against her pale complexion.
At the same time, Sharla's shrill screams began to reverberate throughout the boudoir. The sound was piercing, like the howling of a demon from the depths of Hell, filled with chilling despair and sorrow. Her cries were like a sharp sword, piercing the tranquility and peace of the boudoir. However, nothing could change her tragic fate. The brave and fearless female general Sharla met a tragic end at the hands of the Eastern Roman Emperor.