Chapter 2234

Only Malvol and Nash remained on the battlefield in Central District. Everyone who could still move was heading toward them. This meant that no matter how powerful Malvol was, his defeat was inevitable. The outcome was already determined, yet his expression remained intriguing. "It's been a while," Nash suddenly said. Malvol smiled. "Indeed, it has." The face before Nash was all too familiar to him. "Francis, why?" Nash asked, his voice filled with anger. "What do you want?" At that moment, all the clues connected. If it had not been for Zaafea, Nash might never have guessed that the Elder Malvol was, in fact, his martial senior, Francis. Nash had his suspicions, but he had been avoiding the truth—he did not want to believe that his martial brother had become one of the elders of the Church of the Netherworld. Nonetheless, all the clues pointed to it. In the past, Nash's father had warned him to be wary of Francis and his other seniors, but Nash had not taken it seriously. He