BXBX NOVEL Chapter 680 Our Escape 2
Chapter 680 Our Escape 2
Allison, understanding the gravity of the situation, knelt beside Victor. Her presence, a comforting and stabilizing force, was exactly what he needed. She whispered words of encouragement, her hands gently tending to his wounds.
In her care, Victor was more than a formidable Alpha; he was someone dear and precious, someone worth fighting and caring for. After all, he was her Mate.
Meanwhile, Father Black, a figure of unyielding resolve, entered one of the medical centers amidst the chaos. There, on a bed, lay Lady Vinegar, still reeling from her brutal encounter with the undead.
Her healing was slow, a testament to the severity of her injuries. Without hesitation, Father Black lifted her onto his shoulder, ready to make their escape.
"What are you doing?" Lady Vinegar asked, her voice weak but laced with concern. "Leave! Leave this place and leave me behind." Her words were a plea, a sacrifice of herself for the safety of others.
But Father Black shook his head, his decision firm. "Forgive me, Lady Vinegar, but I can't do such a thing. If there comes a day that Lenny Tales returns, I want to beat my chest before him in confidence, knowing that I gave it my all.
Besides, you are his property. Let's give him a reason to keep fighting." His words, resolute and determined, left no room for argument.
Carrying her out, Father Black made his way to a waiting helicopter. His loyal dogs, as fierce and dedicated as their master, guided his escape, ensuring a path was cleared for them.
As the helicopter lifted off the ground, soaring into the sky, Father Black issued a final, heartbreaking command. The dogs, each one fitted with an explosive, detonated among the enemy ranks, their sacrifice marked by the boom sounds that echoed below. It was a desperate, tragic move, but one that bought precious time for their escape.
However, their bid for freedom was short-lived. The undead commander, with his cold and calculating gaze, had witnessed Father Black carrying Lady Vinegar through the eyes of a nearby undead creature.
She was his ultimate goal, the prize he sought above all else. With a sinister command, he directed the primordial beast to target the helicopter.
The beast, a monstrosity of untold power, unleashed a devastating blast from its maw. The energy surged through the air, a deadly projectile aimed with lethal precision. The helicopter, caught in the blast's path, had no chance. It was struck mid-air, the force of the impact sending it spiraling down to the ground.
Father Black, holding Lady Vinegar tight, could only brace for impact as the helicopter descended rapidly.
The ground rushed up to meet them, a cruel and unforgiving end to their attempted escape. As the helicopter crashed, a cloud of debris and smoke billowed into the sky, a grim marker of the tragedy that had just unfolded.
The battle raged on, but for Father Black, Lady Vinegar, and those aboard the helicopter, their fate hung in the balance, teetering on the edge between life and death.
The undead commander watched, his desire for Lady Vinegar unfulfilled, but his resolve to claim her as strong as ever.
The undead commander, a figure of relentless pursuit and malevolence, advanced toward the crash site with a chilling determination.
Accompanied by several undead creatures, his presence brought an additional layer of dread to the already grim scene. The helicopter wreckage was scattered all around, a testament to the violent impact and the desperate situation that had unfolded moments before.
Although the pilot and others had died, Father Black, despite the catastrophic crash, had miraculously survived. However, his injuries were severe, a stark indication of the violence of their descent. One leg was gruesomely severed, a brutal reminder of the forces at play during the crash. His abdomen bore a deep, gaping wound, so severe that it revealed the very innards of his body. Each cough brought forth blood, painting a grim picture of his dire condition.
Lying amidst the twisted metal and broken glass, Father Black turned his head toward the broken window. Through blurred vision and pain, he saw the undead commander approaching steadily, his form a harbinger of death. The sight filled Father Black with a mix of defiance and resignation. He knew his time was running out, that his life was ebbing away with each labored breath.
Despite his critical state, Father Black's mind raced, thinking of his people, of Lenny, of Lady Vinegar, and of all the moments that had led to this. He had fought with everything he had, made decisions he hoped would save others, and now, as the end loomed near, he faced it with a courage born from a life of service and sacrifice.
The undead commander, sensing the imminent demise of his adversary, continued his approach, his undead minions trailing behind him like shadows. The air was heavy with the scent of destruction and the impending final confrontation between the commander and the gravely wounded Father Black.
In these last moments, as the undead commander drew closer, Father Black held onto his fading consciousness, his thoughts with his people and the hope that they might still find safety and a future.
He had given everything to protect them, and even now, in the face of death, his spirit remained unbroken, a testament to his unwavering dedication and the indomitable will of those who fight against the darkness.
Lady Vinegar, despite her bandages and the recent chaos, was more resilient than any ordinary being. Her demonic nature afforded her a strength and recovery beyond human understanding. As she blasted the helicopter open with a surge of darkline energy, she was determined to rescue Father Black, despite her own injuries....