The Dark Messenger's lips curled into a faint smile. "I told you I'd make you pay a hundredfold. I'll make you wish you were dead.
When you killedbefore, you used your right hand. So now, there's no need for your right hand to exist anymore. Let's blow it
up!"
With those words, the Dark Messenger twitched his fingers. Suddenly, Holt's right hand lifted involuntarily. Though he instinctively
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇttried to pull it back, his hand remained suspended in the air,pletely out of his control. Holt's eyes widened in horror. "What are
you doing?"
The next second, Holt's right arm exploded with blood spurting everywhere.
"Aaargh!" Holt screamed in agony.
The Dark Messenger sneered. "Seems like you're quite the actor."
Holt, with a look of anguish, said, "Lord Dark Messenger, | was wrong. | shouldn't have opposed you. Please, | beg you, spare me.
I'll do anything you ask if you letlive."
"Hmph."
The Dark Messenger scoffed, "Do you still think you can escape, Cold Lord?"
At that moment, black threads emerged from the stump of Holt's severed right arm. These threads intertwined and finally reformed
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏminto a new right hand.
The Dark Messenger said, "How does it feel, Holt? | destroyed your right hand, and now I've given you a new one. Aren't you
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