Ultra: Supreme Evolution

What a great opportunity! If I can eliminate Triga and Calmilla together, the Eternal Core will be mine alone.

Hitram looked at the terrible place where flames were rolling, and kept calculating in his mind, revealing endless greed and ambition. As for Dagon, that brainless guy, he could be easily fooled and made a cannon fodder to charge into battle.

"Hitram, what do you want to do?" Dagon looked at Hitram, who was still gathering energy, with a vigilant look on his face and asked loudly.

Although he was not as full of conspiracies as Hitram, he was also a brave warrior who had experienced countless brutal battles and had an instinctive intuition about danger.

"Dagon, this opportunity is too rare. As long as we can destroy Triga, the Eternal Core will be in our pocket. This time, we must make Triga disappear completely!" Hitram shouted at the top of his lungs, full of madness and determination. The dagger in his hand swung out violently, and as he moved, the air around him seemed to be cut apart.

"Carmilla is still in there." Dagon shouted anxiously, his voice full of anxiety and worry.

However, a huge blue blade of light had instantly emerged from the dagger's horizontal swing, carrying with it a destructive force.

The blade of light was like a raging beast, mercilessly cutting through the city. Wherever it passed, many tall buildings were cut in half like fragile building blocks. The blade of light even directly cut off the rising hot flames, and for a moment, sparks flew and debris flew everywhere.

"Boom."

A shocking and violent collision sound suddenly appeared from the diffuse smoke and dust. The powerful impact force was like a surging wave, instantly blowing away most of the surrounding smoke and dust. In the half-hidden, there was only a vague figure standing there quietly, making it difficult to tell who it was.

Hitram wanted to continue the attack, but his hand was held tightly by Dagon and he could not move at all. Helplessly, he could only give up, but he kept praying in his heart, hoping that it would not be Triga. However, his wish was unfulfilled and his heart was full of disappointment.

When the smoke and dust completely dissipated, Triga appeared in everyone's sight with his back to Hitram.

There was a shockingly hideous wound on his back, from which countless light particles kept floating out, slowly dissipating in the air, like bright stars passing by in the night sky.

As if he had completely exhausted all his energy, Triga involuntarily took two steps back. He was too weak to support himself and suddenly knelt on the ground, supporting himself with one hand and lowering his head. The timer on his chest was flashing frantically, and the rapid "ding-dong" sounds were almost continuous, as if it was a countdown to his dying life.

"Teliga." Carmilla's heartbroken cry rang out, as miserable as a cuckoo crying blood.

It turned out that when Carmilla rushed into the flames and was anxiously looking for Triga, the deadly light blade had already attacked her from behind, and Triga suddenly appeared from nowhere, hugged her tightly from behind, and endured Hitram's fierce attack alone.

Triga raised his head with difficulty, looking at Carmilla in front of him with a dazed look, his voice weak but full of guilt: "I'm sorry, Carmilla."

As if he had used up his last bit of strength, after saying this, Triga's originally bright eyes gradually dimmed. The timer on his chest also stopped at this moment, and the surroundings fell into deathly silence.

"Teliga."

Carmilla's shaking hands slowly placed on Triga's cold face, and her fingers gently stroked it, her movements so gentle that it seemed as if she was touching the most precious treasure in the world. It had been who knows how long since she had felt this familiar yet strange touch, as if it had been a century.

"Carmilla." Dagon hurried over with heavy steps, looking worriedly at Carmilla who was already in endless sorrow.

"That's great, Carmilla, Triga has been destroyed. This way, no one can stop us from obtaining the Eternal Core." Hitram also walked forward with a swagger, not mentioning a word about the fatal attack just now, as if nothing had happened. His nonchalant look made people feel angry.

"H.T.R.M."

Carmilla called out Hitram's name word by word. Her voice seemed to be squeezed out from between her teeth. It was cold and full of endless anger. It was obvious that she was extremely angry.

"Carmilla, what's wrong with you? You are so concerned about a traitor. Have you forgotten that our target is the Eternal Core?" Hitram didn't care about Carmilla's anger. He still looked around as if nothing had happened, anxiously looking for a direction to retreat, thinking only about how to escape from this place of trouble as soon as possible.

"Hey, do you want to save Triga?" Gao Qianyi appeared above Carmilla's head like a ghost at some point.

He crossed his arms over his chest, his posture straight, his eyes revealing an arrogance that looked down on the world, as if nothing in the world was worthy of his attention.

"Can you save him?" Carmilla raised her head and stared at Gao Qianyi, full of confusion and expectation.

Although she knew that the other party was very powerful, she had no idea whether she could save Triga, and she didn't know whether she should trust the person in front of her.

"No, we have finally destroyed Triga, and the Eternal Core will be ours soon." Hitram shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice becoming sharp and piercing because of his urgency.

"Dagon, stop him." Carmilla gave Dagon a cold order without even turning her head. Her tone was unquestionable and carried a majesty that no one could disobey.

Without saying a word, Dagon bumped his fists and grabbed Hitram with lightning speed, fearing that he would take the opportunity to escape. With Hitram's speed, Dagon knew that if he was careless, he would not be able to catch up.

"Dagon, stop Carmilla quickly. Triga is a traitor. Without him, we can easily obtain the Eternal Core." Hitram still did not give up and wanted to fool Dagon in an attempt to make him change his position.

However, Dagon resolutely carried out Carmilla's orders and was not moved at all. He pulled Hitram aside and controlled him firmly.

"Please save him." Carmilla slowly lowered her noble head.

For her, who has always been proud, lowering her head to beg others is already a huge concession, which is not easy.

"Forget it. I won't save him. If I save him, you will beat him to death anyway. Why should I save him?" Gao Qianyi suddenly shook his head, as if he was going to give up, and turned around to leave.