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Chapter 127: The Requiem of the Blood (Part 1)

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[The Requiem of the Blood]

The city of Siem Reap had become a clockwork nightmare. Under the shadow of the cooling ruins of the French administrative building, the world had fallen into a rhythmic, terrifying grace. The "Global Legion" was no longer a theory or a laboratory secret; it was a physical vibration that had seized the very air of Cambodia. The streetlights did not flicker; they pulsed. The wind did not howl; it hummed.

Panni stood in the center of the courtyard, her body locked in a state of suspended animation. The black veins on her wrists felt like icy wires tightened beneath her skin, pulling at her muscles with a will that was not her own. Beside her, Jinyan was a statue of agony. The black vein on his neck had branched toward his jaw, a dark ivy of corruption that forced his head to tilt at an unnatural, subservient angle.

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