The Emperor's Omega Is An Extra-Chapter 253: Planned Abduction (2)

"Fuck! Seize that brat!" Duke Merphen shouted in anger.

As Arren’s arms were grabbed by the men, he was already shutting his eyes. The impact of what he did was still significant, even though it was a considerable distance from them.

Some pieces from the shattered window flew and hit some of the black-clothed men as their curses and groans resounded simultaneously. When he opened his eyes, he immediately checked on the empress; fortunately, he was unharmed, but Arren felt a pain in his cheek and blood dripped from his wounds.

"Arren..." The empress turned to him, and his alarmed and worried voice rang. He was about to touch Arren, but his hand was so harshly grabbed that he almost stumbled.

Arrenn’s eyes constricted and exclaimed, "Your Majesty!"

His eyes roamed and landed on Duke Merphen; instantly, a furious expression appeared in his face. "What is this disrespect, Duke Merphen? Release His Majesty!"

Duke Merphen turned to him after ordering their men and stared at him. He wasn’t as calm as earlier, but he still smiled—a kind smile that made Arren want to tear his face off in anger.

"You should worry about yourself, Arren." Duke Merphen reminded him as though he were a concerned elder, yet there was a hidden meaning underlying his words.

Arren gritted his teeth; he wanted to wriggle and escape from the men’s hold, but his actions were futile.

"Let’s go and bring that brat," Duke Merphen ordered.

Before Arren could say something, one of the men forcefully wanted to put something in his face. Arren’s anxiety grew deeper as he knew what it was.

He struggled more; his foot stomped on one of the men, and then he raised his foot and kicked as much as he could at the man holding the white cloth in his crotch.

The man’s eyes almost dropped as he groaned and felt the scorching pain in his crotch. The men beside him seemed to also feel the pain he was going through. Arren didn’t stop there, and taking advantage of their slow reaction, he twisted his body slightly, jumping at his knee, then hit the one behind him on his crotch again.

There wasn’t a more effective part to hit this time than their sexual tools! Caught off guard, the man’s eyes bulged out, his hold loosening. Arren set himself free; his actions were much faster than his mind, and his adrenaline seemed to be working in tandem with his anxiety. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Glancing at his waist, Arren’s reflexes were still fast as he managed to seize the gun before they could react. All this happened in only a span of seconds.

He then stepped back, and the man who wasn’t in pain moved. Arren swallowed as he took a deep breath and started to aim the automatic rifle. Surprisingly, it wasn’t towards the men, or even Princess Noreen and Duke Merphen, but towards him.

At this action, everyone inside stopped.

"Arren! What are you doing?" Empress Liviera, who had bruises on his face and was still being held by the men, he reprimanded, but the nervousness was still evident in his words.

Arren averted his eyes. He knew that these people needed him alive. This was a gamble, a risk that he knew would make his father and Spade beyond furious. However, he had no choice. He had to persist until those guards outside arrived. Arren would do anything to delay the time.

He didn’t answer the empress, looking at the princess, who had been silent since the commotion began. Yet the smile on her lips seemed to be unwavering, as though amused by what was happening.

"Release His Majesty or I’ll shoot myself." Arren was so grateful to himself that his voice didn’t tremble from how his heart was beating furiously at this moment.

"Arren!" the empress couldn’t care less in his demeanor and shouted with all his might; his eyes grew red. "Stop this right now!"

Arren still didn’t react to him. His actions made the men stop; the Duke was also petrified, and a conflicted emotion now lingered on his face.

It was only the princess who maintained her calm, as though she were unconvinced.

"Do you dare, lovely Arren?" she smirked and challenged. "In any case, I’m quite curious. Just how lovely the sight of your blood soaking this floor is—that must be the most beautiful masterpiece I’ll ever lay my eyes on." Her sweet tone was like a melody that seemed out of place in a tense atmosphere.

"Noreen, shut your mouth!" the empress began to struggle again. "I’ll fucking kill you all first." He was now being difficult to hold onto as he tried to escape.

The Duke narrowed his eyes. He glanced at Arren; he seemed to know that it was just Arren’s tactic to delay the time. The situation seemed desperate enough, but not yet to the point where Arren had to sacrifice himself. The Duke knew Arren wouldn’t be so foolish.

However, he also knew that this tactic was very effective. They needed Arren alive, no matter the cost. And now, those bastards outside were already on their way here, and sooner or later, the men that were in the vicinity outside would clash against them.

This was only in his mind, but as though he jinxed himself, gunfire resounded outside. The Duke cursed and glared at Arren, and his knuckles turned white from how he was clenching his fist.

Arren clenched his teeth; his hand was now cold. Even with the sounds of gunfire and battle outside, he wasn’t still relieved. He didn’t let his guard down in the slightest.

The Duke gritted his teeth; he was unreconciled to fall in this way! Didn’t the reason he slaved himself like a dog to those Fords because he wanted to live longer? There was no way he would die here.

The Duke then looked at the Empress; there wasn’t any hesitation as he walked towards him. He didn’t even care about those fierce eyes looking at him that wanted to skin him alive.

Without any expression on his face, he hit the back of Empress’ head with a gun. The empress was caught off guard, splitting pain consumed him as he became dizzy, blood then oozed out of his head, and he became weak. The Duke wasn’t finished; before the Empress fell to the ground, he gripped his hair harshly and held it in rudely to keep him afloat.

"F-Fuck... y-you, bas...tard..." The empress spoke, her voice really weak.

The Duke only smirked. How gratifying was it to have a royal almost dying in his hand?

Arren became distraught at once at what he witnessed. "Your Majesty!" he cried out.

And it only took a second for his concentration to become so chaotic that the men around him began to seize him again. Arren couldn’t even fight back; his mind was already a mess from worry. The man easily reclaimed the gun as he was held again powerlessly.

To his surprise, the princess also reacted strongly this time. Her expression twisted, and her brows knitted together.

"What are you doing? We already agreed to not touch my brother-in-law. Do you want to die, Merphen?" The Princess’s voice was as cold as ice, clearly dissatisfied with what he did.

The Duke couldn’t care less anymore; trouble was already under their feet.

"Your Highness, we need to go as soon as possible." The Duke didn’t answer, and with one final glance with the Empress in his hand, he threw him in the ground.

His hand held force as the impact sounded with a thud. The collapsed Empress’s blood painted the ground with his blood.

Seeing this, there was a clear fascination that flickered in the princess’s eyes. Despite this, he shouted in an enraged tone.

"Merphen!"

The Duke shrugged. "I’m sorry, Your Highness. But we need to go," he glanced at Arren who was staring at the Empress’s body blankly as though his soul had left him.

"Grab him," he solemnly said.

Soon, Arren only sensed his body growing weak as a cloth covered his nose and mouth. Yet, his eyes remained on Empress Liviera’s body, and tears glimmered in the corner of his eye that was already closing due to drowsiness.

He couldn’t fight the urge anymore as he grew weaker and weaker. He only felt his body being carried.

Spade... come back. Arren happened to mutter inside as he passed out.