Connor had his own plan, and so did Firo. If he really killed Milik now, the real winner wouldn't be Firo, nor would it be the Church of the Storm. It would be Connor Ferguson!
Connor Ferguson would be overjoyed when he heard the news, because Firo would definitely be infuriated by the Church of the Storm. The Church of the Storm, who was busy hunting down Firo, would naturally not spend too much effort on Connor Ferguson. In this way, the pressure that Connor would have to bear from the Church of the Storm would be reduced by a lot.
Therefore, Firo would never sacrifice himself to help Connor Ferguson, even though Connor had provided him with a lot of help to escape safely.
Sensing Firo's aura gradually fading away in the forest, Milik, who was lying on the ground after the explosion, stopped moaning in pain. A trace of regret appeared in his cold eyes. He slowly dragged his broken arm and stood up from the ground.
It was obvious that Milik might have been injured by the shockwave from the explosion, but his injuries weren't as bad as his moaning just now. What was his purpose for doing this?
Milik looked in the direction where Firo left for a full minute before he shifted his attention to his broken arm. It was his left arm. Amidst the mess of flesh and blood, the white broken bones were clearly exposed to the air.
Milik's scarred face showed a hint of viciousness. Then, with a thought, he took out an extremely sharp light blue dagger from his space ring. Holding the dagger in his right hand, Milik swung it at his broken left arm without hesitation.
"Crack!"
With the crisp sound of the dagger cutting through bone, Milik's broken left arm fell to the ground at the shoulder. Milik's expression became extremely distorted due to the pain, but strangely, not a single drop of blood flowed out from the wound cut by the light blue dagger.
Ten seconds later, Milik, who was sweating profusely, took out a dark blue pill that emitted a faint fragrance from his space ring and swallowed it. Only then did he rely on the pill's effect to endure the excruciating pain.
After resting for a few minutes, Milik, who had completely lost his left arm, sat cross-legged on the ground and began to meditate. No one knew what magical method he used during his meditation, but when he closed his eyes to meditate, the wound on his left shoulder glowed with sparkling light blue spots.
Following the appearance of these light blue spots, Milik's originally normal face became somewhat pale. It seemed that the appearance of these light blue spots on his wound consumed a lot of his magic power.
The appearance of these light blue spots quickly caused new changes to the wound on Milik's left arm. These light blue spots increased in number and became more and more solid. In order to support this process, Milik, whose face had become as pale as paper, immediately took out several bottles of medicine from his space ring and consumed them.
With the help of these medicines, Milik's face regained some color, and he was able to support the solidification of the light blue spots on his left arm. The solidification process was also increasing at a speed visible to the naked eye, and this increase also exhausted Milik's magic power once again.
In this way, after taking the medicine and supporting the solidification process of the light blue spots for several cycles, the light blue spots finally solidified into the shape of Milik's original left arm.
Seeing this scene, Milik, who was mentally and physically exhausted, also relaxed a little. Then, he opened his eyes and chanted an ancient and obscure spell.
"Abu Dhabi … Kamarinja … Obraniak …"
As Milik chanted the spell, the solidified light blue spots suddenly shone brightly and became extremely dazzling. However, this situation didn't last long. In just a few seconds, these light blue spots lost their glow and dissipated in the air. What replaced them was a brand new left arm.
Although this left arm looked a little pale and thin compared to Milik's right arm, and it didn't look very symmetrical, there was no doubt that it really existed.
Clenching his left hand into a fist, Milik waved his new left arm twice. Although his movements looked a little mechanical, Milik's pale scarred face still showed a touch of a smile.
After doing this, Milik turned his eyes to the broken arm on the ground that he had cut off with a dagger. His eyes flashed a few times, and then he waved his hand, and the broken arm fell into his hand.
Feeling his own flesh and blood on the broken arm, Milik didn't hesitate at all. Like a wild beast, he put the broken arm into his mouth and tore it apart. What was more frightening was that in the process of tearing his own flesh and blood, Milik roared like a wild beast from time to time, as if he wasn't a human now, but a ferocious beast in human skin.
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In the downtown area of Flosinone, in a private room on the first floor of a café called Flamenco, two women were sitting opposite to each other. Both of them were wearing a thick veil, but one of them was wearing a mysterious purple veil, while the other one was wearing a natural green veil.
Although it was difficult to see their faces clearly due to the veil, from the vague appearance of their faces, it was obvious that these two women were extremely beautiful. However, in comparison, the woman wearing a purple veil was more breathtakingly beautiful, and people couldn't help but fix their eyes on her body.
On the coffee table in front of the two women, there was a cup of aromatic Red Mountain coffee, but neither of them touched the coffee. They just let the aroma of the coffee spread in all directions, and slowly cooled down. They just looked at each other through the veil.
Although Margret had already expected the awkward atmosphere between her and the jealous Valga, she could still feel the awkwardness in the air of the private room after encountering such a situation.
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