Chapter 1890 by Marina Vittori

The Deicide Venom, a projectile with a range of ten feet, was almost a sure hit when launched unexpectedly.

So, when Julius produced the projectile from behind and executed a surprise attack, the poisoned needle, carrying the Deicide Venom, effortlessly pierced Reagan’s body.

“Finally got it done.” Julius let out a long breath as if accomplishing some crucial task.

On the other hand, Reagan was left bewildered. He turned around, staring at Julius with disbelief, shock, confusion, and deep suspicion.

“W-Why?” Reagan’s eyes widened, his face reflecting shock, bewilderment, and an undeniable sense of betrayal.

He couldn’t comprehend why Julius, who had already cut ties with West Lucozia castle and joined the Dragon Guard, would betray him.

“Sir Judd, I’m sorry. I’m still a member of the Rhys family. I can’t stand idly by while my family falls.” Julius smirked.

He went on, “Besides, Logan is my nephew. How could I bear to harm him?

“So, right from the start, it was all an act? The betrayal, the leaked information-everything was staged?” Reagan asked, astonished.

“If we hadn’t taken this approach, how could I earn your trust? Without your trust, how could I accomplish this now? “Julius asserted confidently. 1

He added, “Sir Judd, your perceptiveness and caution forced us to orchestrate this scheme. Despite the intricate process, the outcomes speak for themselves.”

“Y-You-!”

Seething with rage, Reagan gritted his teeth, and his neck veins pulsed visibly. In his anger, it hastened the effects of the Deicide Venom within his body, causing him to spit out a mouthful of black blood.

At that moment, he resembled a deflated balloon, his aura wilting and on the verge of collapse. The protective force field, already riddled with cracks, shattered with a resounding bang under the pressure of Albert’s Adamantine Wisdom Palm.

Reagan didn’t waste a moment, channeling all his energy as he swiftly raised his palm to deflect Albert’s forceful strike. The impact sent Albert flying dozens of feet away.

Then, Reagan coughed up a mouthful of black blood, his complexion turning alarmingly pale.

Then, Dustin swiftly plunged his Celestial Blade into Reagan’s chest, dealing a severe and impactful blow that pierced through from front to back.

“Ah!” Reagan howled in pain, unleashing a surge of energy at a grandmaster level with a terrifying impact. Dustin was sent flying, and even the Celestial Blade slipped from his grasp.

“Go to hell, everyone!”

Reagan’s gaze transformed into a fiery red, his hair in disarray as he unleashed continuous, thunderous roars. The mask on his face burst open, unveiling a horrifying and grotesque countenance.

He wielded the Inferno Fury Spear with unbridled force, releasing powerful spear auras in all directions without discrimination. Each strike carried enough might to subjugate the entire world.

At that instant, Reagan succumbed to a fit of frenzied anger, and his power surged. If he had previously restrained himself, avoiding self-infliction, now he was prepared to take a bold and desperate stance.

“Quick, retreat! He’s been poisoned with Deicide Venom, and he won’t last much longer!” Dustin ordered everyone to keep their distance to avoid Reagan’s desperate counterattack.

Albert and Julius withdrew, watching the unfolding chaos with cautious eyes.