The Extra Wants To Live-Chapter 269: Shadows of Betrayal

Nishank carefully watched Yusuf, who was in a state of shock, ensuring his safe retreat. Then, with a firm wave of his hand, he gave the order to shoot.

The reason Yusuf had not occupied Bursa was to lure Siana into a trap and ensure her death.

The moment Bursa fell, if she escaped in the ensuing chaos, it would be a hassle. To that end, he had demonstrated his capability to exert strong pressure on Bursa, showing every day that he could bring it down at any moment.

It was all for this moment—a perfect trap.

Siana was surrounded by a powerful force far beyond her own.

A massive shadow loomed over her, and it seemed impossible for her to escape after defeating five Masters, thirty Magicians, one hundred Guards, and twenty Assassins.

"… … ."

As the order to kill was signaled, the enemy began to approach. Siana glared at Nishank, her face twisted in anger. Even though her neck could fall at any moment, she sneered.

"Ha, did you think I'd just let it go like this?"

Despite the dire situation, Siana smiled wickedly.

Siana had lived as a slave for over ten years, harboring dreams of revenge. Her hatred and resentment were too great for her to tremble in fear at such a mere crisis.

She had Paralock.

And the power granted to her by an unidentified being was too overwhelming to succumb now.

Siana reached into her silk-covered bosom, pulling out a book and opening it.

The faces of the people around her twitched upon seeing the cover—a grotesque leather-bound book, the surface crafted from a screaming human face.

As the Masters exchanged uneasy glances and prepared to charge, Siana leisurely opened her mouth.

"Since it is the 'power' of Hadad that you love so much, accept it sweetly with a heart of worship to God."

From the book, shadows and black light rippled outward.

The Masters, sensing something was gravely wrong, simultaneously drew their Mana Blades and rushed toward her.

"I don't think you can hear it."

Siana smirked, her voice dripping with malice.

----!

A tremendous explosion rocked the heavens and the earth.

Black light radiated in all directions, obliterating and crushing everything it touched.

No screams could be heard—not because of the knife in their ears but because the destructive force left no room for sound.

Even the Masters were thrown back, unable to resist. They struggled to protect themselves from the devastating shockwave.

The wizards, desperate, cast spells, but their efforts dissolved in vain, extinguished like candles in a storm.

The power Siana unleashed was transcendental. It was a force beyond the limits of physicality, canceling out all magical resistance.

Nishank, retreating while shielding Yusuf from the massive explosion, stumbled and fell roughly to the ground.

Even so, Nishank and the guards protected Yusuf with their bodies, shielding him from harm.

"Ahahahaha! That's right! Lie flat on the floor like slaves!"

In the center of the scorched earth—now unrecognizable from the massive explosion—Siana stood laughing maniacally.

She and the massive shadow protecting her remained untouched, as though they had escaped the laws of physics entirely.

"Ugh…!"

The Masters of Tumari scrambled to their feet, assessing the situation. They exchanged determined glances and rushed toward Siana once again.

No matter what, it was clear she couldn't sustain such power indefinitely.

If she could, she would have already ruled the world alone, enslaving humanity with ease.

Pubbuck!

As if confirming that theory, the black light emanating from the book weakened noticeably.

Still, its destructive force was immense.

The book's pages flipped rapidly, channeling stored energy to launch devastating attacks.

Master Mitart, his ears still deafened, rolled his eyes frantically in confusion but charged forward with unwavering resolve.

Pouring all his mana into countering Siana's power, he endured the shock with his body, inching closer and closer.

The overwhelming force crushed his internal organs and shattered his limbs. His vision blurred to white, then black.

"Kuaaaah!"

Mitart pressed on, recalling memories of the young Sultan Huseyin and the kind Akhtal Naqsidil.

His roar echoed—a sound he had never made before.

Woohoo!

Mitart reached Siana, his body battered and broken. Raising his sword like a wounded animal, he swung his Mana Blade, roaring for vengeance.

At that moment, the massive shadow protecting Siana sprang to life.

Boooooooong!

Mitart's blade was blocked by a short sword, an extension of the shadow itself.

'Master!'

Mitart's mind reeled—he hadn't realized the shadow was a Master.

The two Mana Blades clashed, a fierce contest of strength.

Despite the overwhelming odds, Mitart felt a glimmer of hope.

But Siana, ever cunning, wouldn't stand idly by.

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Kwaang!

"Kahak!"

A surge of power struck Mitart's exposed abdomen.

He coughed up blood, his body flung backward like a broken kite.

Shh…

Siana smiled triumphantly, unaware of the looming danger.

In the darkness, where even the torches had been snuffed out by the blast, a faint sound of death approached.

Woohoo!

The Mana Blade's scream pierced the air.

"Whoa!"

Siana screamed as she collapsed, the shadow protecting her faltering.

Chin. Thump.

The shadow's severed arm hit the ground, flopping lifelessly.

Blood rained down as Camilla, her teeth clenched, stood with steely resolve.

Her father, Seid, who had supposedly perished after handing her the Night Lady's Garment, silently drew a new sword with his

remaining hand.

The nightmare seemed far from over.