Transmigrated Into The Body Of The Cursed Prince Wife-Chapter 308: His end

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Not once in Lucian’s life had he ever felt the excruciating pain of a weapon piercing through his flesh, but he was experiencing just that. He tried to use his powers or even transform into his beast form, but nothing seemed to work. Pain and rage coursed through him until he couldn’t stand anymore.

His entire body felt like it was on fire and the blood flowing through his veins was lava. His vision was turning blurry, and just when he thought it was the end of the pain, another weapon pierced through his back and his legs finally gave way beneath him, and he fell face-first in front of his enemy.

She laughed at his weakness and grabbed a fistful of his hair, yanking his head up. "Diaval, I thought you said you added all the dosage in his wine last night. Why isn’t he dying yet?" Elara asked the man-bird who flew down and transformed before her.

"I did. I put the wolfsbane in all of the were-people’s drinks last night. The rest did not wake up this morning, but this man woke up. His was much stronger than the rest," Diaval said proudly.

Elara clicked her tongue in amazement at Lucian’s strength. She hadn’t only given Diaval wolfsbane to feed him and his guests, but she had also added various poisons—different kinds of toxic ones made with dark magic. Yet, even that wasn’t powerful enough to kill him immediately.

Still, she was glad he hadn’t died from it. This way, she would have the pleasure of killing him herself.

All thanks to Diaval, many things had gone as she planned.

"How does it feel to be weak?" Elara snarled mockingly as she glared at his weakened state on the ground. "How does it feel to be stabbed many times?" If she had known about wolfsbane from the beginning, she would have successfully killed him through Selene before he managed to make her lose her family.

The poison had not taken a quick effect, but it was surely going to kill him. And if it didn’t, she would stab him many times with the weapon soaked in wolfsbane until his last breath.

Lucian yanked his hair away from her grip and began to push himself up, but he fell back down. He was in so much pain he wanted it to end. The agony was too much for him to bear. He wanted to scream in pain, to curl up on the ground and hold his chest. He wanted to end the pain, but he did none of that because his limbs had weakened and were no longer listening to his brain’s command to move them.

Elara laughed at his feeble attempt to stand. "I will enjoy killing you myself. Did you think you will ever be happy after you stole everything away from me? I will make you go through the same pain as my son had!" she screamed crazily, baring her fangs at him at the same time she raised her sword and severed his arm from his shoulder just like he had her son.

The groan he had been holding back tore out of his throat at the same time he heard another familiar voice scream out his name.

Lucian turned in that direction and saw the blurry vision of his wife running toward him, but before she could reach him, she was apprehended by two male dark witches. She screamed and tried to get away from them, but they held her back with a binding spell that kept her in place.

Lucian didn’t know he could still move again with the pain in his body, but seeing his wife crying and screaming as she tried to get away from the witches made him lunge to his feet, ignoring his dangling arm, the pain, and the blood. However, he didn’t go far before another cut came at him. This time it was so deep it cut into his spine. He lost his footing and fell to his knees. Ave’s scream rang in his head.

"How does it feel to be in pain?!" Elara laughed evilly as she kneeled to his level.

Lucian could feel how his heart was slowing down. The pain was so unbearable he wish he could just die, but then again, fight it for the sake of his woman. He didn’t want to die like this.

"Look around you one last time and see how you have brought ruin to the world." She grabbed his hair and made him look.

Lucian’s blurry vision looked around to see the palace on fire before it came back to his wife. She was screaming at the top of her lungs and trying to get away from the bind holding her in place. His throat became suddenly tight as if he were being choked. He knew he was going to die. This pain had to be death. He wanted to see his wife clearly one last time, to hold her in his arms. To kiss her goodbye and tell her how sorry he was ...

"Aveline..."

Ave lost it when she heard her name. She looked at her husband in that state; the clothes she had helped him wear had been torn in different angles and were covered in blood. His blood. He was bleeding from everywhere and his left arm...his left arm hung loosely against his shoulder, his face was unrecognizable as his head hung low.

When he looked up at her, she read his lips as he mouthed an apology. She saw the regret in his eyes, the emotions and pain; he blamed himself for not being able to avoid this.

When she watched him slowly begin to fall, Ave let out a scream at the same time she freed herself from the witch’s bind. Purple light emitted from her body as she came free, the lights around her making the dark witches recoil as if the light alone was their worst nightmare.

Just as Elara raised her sword to cut off his head like he had her son, Ave struck her sword away along with her with her powers.