Stolen Crown Princess (Completed Main Story) - Chapter 130

Now, from any angle, there was no doubt—it was the perfect form of a monster. Once it had transformed into a bizarre shape no human could ever mimic, Eustia’s voice was no longer audible.

The malevolent force that had seized control of her body and mind seemed to have completely swallowed Eustia. Merely realizing this fact brought an indescribable threat surging forward.

First, they had to escape from the monster. That was precisely when Caliph was watching for an opportunity.

A sharply honed blue aura swiftly sliced through the monster’s arm gripping Caliph’s throat.

It was a clean cut. He thought this would at least allow him to break free from the monster. But his relief was instantly shattered as another unbelievable sight filled his pupils.

Clearly, Eustia’s wrist, now transformed into a monster, had been severed by Felix’s attack—but immediately, thread-like tendrils sprouted from the cut surface, firmly reattaching the severed hand and arm.

Instead of escaping, his breath grew even more constricted. He feared he might die in such an absurd manner.

Caliph struggled to turn his eyes toward Felix. Not far away, he could see Felix also wearing a stunned expression.

Their gazes met, and Caliph sent a signal—meaning he wanted Felix to attack again, just as before.

Perhaps because Felix possessed the ability to read others’ thoughts, he quickly nodded. Without a trace of hesitation, he unleashed his energy toward the monster.

The monster’s wrist, which had rapidly regenerated, was severed once more. The same process he had witnessed moments ago repeated itself before his eyes.

But this time, before the severed parts could fully reconnect, Caliph struck down hard with the sword in his hand. Simultaneously, he leapt into the air with all his strength.

Only after creating a considerable distance did he kneel on one knee, gasping for breath. Eustia’s hand still dangled grotesquely around his neck.

Caliph exhaled harshly and forcefully tore the hideous hand from his neck, flinging it away with all his might.

Whether it was fortunate or not, perhaps due to the distance, unlike before, the hand did not reconnect to Eustia’s neck and regenerate.

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