Criminal X : Epitome Of Evil

Harlia was dead.

Yet, she was moving.

Malvador and everyone else was surprised but when they figured it was their Admiral, they kind of understood something like this. She was a strong, dangerous, egofilled woman. She doesn't forgive her enemies. She kills them or she dies.

Up to this point, none of her enemies had managed to kill her but Malvador did. He killed her.

However, even after killing her, Malvador wasn't safe.

After death, Harlia wasn't dead. She was still moving.

She crawled towards Malvador and for a while, he was scared of seeing something like that. He had no idea something like this could happen to him. All his enemies end up dead and never move again, and yet, Harlia wasn't the same as them at all. She was moving like nothing happened to her at all.

But after a few seconds, Malvador stopped moving back.

He let go of his fear as no matter how anyone saw it, she was already dead. She was only moving because of her deep desire for revenge.

So if Malvador crushed the brains of the woman, then she would lose everything and would be still forever.

Therefore, the Vampire king walked towards her and raised his right leg above her head.

Then with all his strength he brought it down.

The soldiers couldn't see their Admiral facing such a death so they closed their eyes.

But Pablo kept watching.

And before the leg of Malvador could touch Harlia's head, she stopped it.

She held the leg with her right hand and she held it tightly.

Then she raised her head to look at the fear stricken Malvador.

"Open your eyes. You should see this." Pablo spoke and everyone obliged.

All the soldiers opened their eyes again and the scene made their mouths wide open.

Harlia was still in the game.

She stopped Malvador from stomping on her. She stopped him. She still had enough strength even after death to stop the leg of the Vampire king.

But that wasn't all.

She was waiting for this. Her body was waiting for this.

She was crawling towards Malvador for only one reason. She wanted to reach closer to him.

But Malvador made her work easier by coming towards her himself.

Now Harlia and Malvador were as close as possible to each other.

Before things could change, Harlia wasted no time and while staring at Malvador with her white eyes…

BOOOMM!!

She used her Ego in full power.

An ear-deafening explosion occurred in the Crucible as the soldiers were forced to close their eyes.

Ashes flew around, hiding the scene.

Pablo kept his eyes open and after things settled down, the soldiers opened their eyes again and saw the aftermath of the explosion.

First of all, Harlia wasn't visible.

She was nowhere to be seen.

Pablo and everyone came to the conclusion that she exploded herself to the last bits. Her body became one with the wind as she vanished with no trace of that explosion.

Everyone wished salvation for her soul and looked out for the next thing—The reason for that explosion.

Far from the spot where the explosion happened, they all saw a body lying.

They only saw half the body.

Only one half of Malvador to be precise.

His right half had completely blown away as the Vampire king breathed heavily while staring at the sky.

Malvador looked the same as he did when Pablo had summoned one thousand suns to the Crucible. That is to say, he was naked again.

He lost all his clothes once more as he laid on the Crucible naked.

But the soldiers couldn't care less about his naked body as they were angry at him.

Harlia died because of him, she exploded in bits for him and the bastard was still alive?

Yes, he had lost half of his body but that meant nothing. He was a vampire and he would simply heal himself. He would come back to his usual self and Harlia's rage and explosion would go to waste.

Everyone clicked their tongue.

"It is in his instincts to protect his left side." Pablo spoke. "At the time of thousand suns, he had done the same. He knows if his left side blows up, he would die. He is like a cockroach."

The soldiers nodded.

Draxus chimed in. "I think he wants to fight you, Czar. Before fighting you or killing you, he won't allow himself to die."

Pablo said nothing.

The soldiers also said nothing after that and watched the regenerative prowess of the Vampire.

While still on the ground, facing the sky, Malvador's body began to heal as his right side came back.

After ten seconds, the Vampire king was as good as new.

His breath was still heavy as his chest heaved up and down.

Pablo knew the reason behind that.

Malvador was reeling from the effects of the explosion. He had taken it head on after all.

But Pablo didn't have all day.

"Get up." He said.

Malvador heard the man and after a few more seconds of sky gazing, he jerked his legs and stood up like a martial arts expert.

His naked body in full display to everyone and the people watching in their screens closed their eyes or wrinkled their noses. Mostly men did that. The females liked it.

Malvador began walking towards Pablo and as he walked, his organs dangled.

Pablo outstretched his palm at Malvador.

"Don't walk. Wear something first." He said.

Malvador smiled and stopped walking.

Pablo looked at the soldiers and the soldiers shook their heads.

Pablo expected that so he looked at one of the thousand Angels.

"Bring a pair of clothing here. I won't fight him while he looks like that." Pablo ordered and the Angel nodded.

The Angel flew away to find something.

Now that the dragon king was dead, there was no dome around the Crucible. Anyone can come and go freely. Well, the Angels had no restrictions anyway. Dome or not.

After five seconds, the Angel arrived with a red shirt and black pants.

Pablo didn't ask the Angel how he found the clothes so fast and ordered him to throw the clothes at Malvador.

If the soldiers had a pair of clothes, Pablo didn't have to order the Angel.

Anyway, Malvador was finally dressed.

Pablo stretched his neck left and right.

Then, with a smile, both men walked towards each other.

Pablo Castillo Vs Malvador Nocturne.

It finally began.