All Chapters of The Return of The Phantom General : Chapter 71
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The Bloody Dress from Versailles
"You truly have no manners when visiting, Comtesse."Caleb Thorne's voice sounded very hoarse and trembled softly. The Shadow Emperor dropped his large body onto the leather chair in his study. His right hand quickly reached into his suit pocket, pulled out a white silk handkerchief, and pressed it firmly against his mouth.Cough. Khhrrr.Caleb coughed very hard. His body hunched over, enduring the pain tearing his right chest. Clumps of pitch-black blood spurted again, staining the white silk cloth with a thick liquid that smelled like rusted metal. His lung, destroyed by the steel spear in Frankfurt, continuously tortured his respiratory system. Every breath now felt like swallowing sharp shards of glass.The temperature inside the Black Castle's study suddenly changed. Not becoming freezing cold as usual, but turning into a very suffocating heat.The fresh air in the room was swept away. The incredibly pungent and intoxicating scent of
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Traces of Ancient Alchemy
"Stay at the castle, Bella. I don't need a babysitter tonight.""You are coughing up blood every five minutes, Caleb! Let me and Viktor follow you to Paris right now!"Isabella Vane's voice sounded very sharp and full of anger from the small earpiece in Caleb Thorne's right ear. The Shadow Emperor ignored the woman's protest. His leather shoes stepped slowly down the mossy stone stairs spiraling deep beneath the streets of Paris. The air around him felt very damp, cold, and smelled of camphor that stung his lungs."This business is strictly between me and that French female ghost demanding blood, Bella," answered Caleb flatly. He pressed his right chest, which felt like being stabbed by thousands of hot needles. "If I bring you, you will only be a burden in a narrow place like this.""Mr. Thorne, please listen to Miss Bella!" Dr. Hans Gruber's shrill voice interrupted the communication channel with a panicked tone. "The biometric sensor on your wa
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The Paralyzed God
"An execution room? You overestimate this pile of dirty rocks, Gaston."Caleb Thorne sneered cynically, spitting the remaining black blood onto the cold granite stone floor. He looked up at the old man in the red robe on the balcony with his one brown eye glowing fiercely."Arrogance is a deadly disease for false gods, Mr. Thorne," replied Gaston with a very calm and condescending voice. "Did you think you could step into the heart of Les Héritiers and make it out alive?""I have no intention of leaving before burning this place down," answered Caleb coldly. He focused his remaining energy and stared at the pool of shadow beneath his leather shoes. "Camille. Come out right now. Exact your revenge and rip that old man's throat out."One second passed. Two seconds passed. The air inside the circular room remained dead silent."I said come out now, Comtesse!" ordered Caleb in a louder baritone voice. The veins in his neck bulged sharply, hol
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Liberty, Equality, Suffering
"Seventy-two hours, Mr. Thorne. And you still refuse to give me a single scream."Gaston twirled his silver scalpel. Silvery-black blood dripped slowly from the tip of the blade, falling into a glass measuring beaker with an incredibly sickening clinking sound.Caleb Thorne hung helplessly in the middle of the very dark and stuffy underground room. Two rusted iron chains that still radiated heat pierced directly through the flesh and bone gaps of his wrists. His large body was forcibly pulled upwards, leaving the tips of his leather shoes dangling a few centimeters above the granite floor. His white shirt had long been shredded into blood-soaked rags, revealing chest and stomach muscles now covered in very wide, gaping surgical incisions.Caleb did not answer Gaston's words. He only took short breaths that sounded very wet and rattling from his one still-functioning left lung. His one remaining brown eye stared straight at the Alchemist. The gaze was compl
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Underground Invasion
"It turns out this silver scalpel is too slow to slice open an emperor's ribs." Gaston's voice echoed with sociopathic satisfaction inside the stuffy underground room. The old man in the red robe threw his black-blood-stained scalpel onto the metal table with a harsh clinking sound. He then picked up a medium-sized mechanical bone saw. Gaston pressed the switch of the saw. The incredibly noisy whine of the motor and the rotation of the sharp serrated blade instantly broke the silence of the Catacombs. Splatters of blood from previous experiments were thrown off the saw blade. "Let's see how hard this chest bone of yours protects your rotten heart, Thorne," said Gaston with a hoarse laugh. He stepped slowly approaching Caleb, who was still hanging helplessly by the hot iron chains. Caleb Thorne couldn't move a single finger. The alchemical sulfur vapor poison had completely severed all his supernatural nerve connections and
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The Price of Loyalty
"Melt into a puddle of dirty blood beneath my feet, monsters!"Gaston's sociopathic laughter echoed wildly inside the underground room. The old man in the red robe threw the large glass tube emitting a bright green light. The pure alchemical acid liquid inside boiled and churned, floating freely through the dusty air right towards the faces of the helpless Caleb Thorne and Isabella Vane.Time seemed to slow down to a crawl. Isabella widened her eyes. She knew exactly that she had absolutely no time to lift and drag Caleb's completely paralyzed body away from the deadly radius of the acid explosion."Damn it! Caleb, forgive me!" screamed Isabella in panic.The woman made an incredibly crazy instant decision. She twisted her body quickly, tightened her embrace, and intended to use her own back as a protective shield for the Shadow Emperor. She was willing to let her flesh melt as long as the man lived.However, a giant shadow moved much fas
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The Comtesse's Revenge
"Hundreds of years I rotted in nothingness, and tonight your bloodline will pay for every second of my suffering."The woman's shrill voice shattered the silence of the underground room. The air, previously filled with the smell of acid and sulfur, now turned into an incredibly sickening scent of scorched roses.Gaston coughed violently on the floor. His crushed ribs pierced his internal organs. His alchemical altar was shattered to pieces. The green smoke from the sulfur vapor slowly evaporated to the ceiling, disappearing without a trace.On the cold granite floor, Caleb Thorne's body was still completely paralyzed. His muscles refused to move, but his one remaining eye stared sharply at the black shadow beneath his feet. The dimensional seal had been broken. The Shadow Emperor had regained his kingdom.The shadow exploded outward like black ink spilled into water.The ghost of Comtesse Camille manifested completely. The Versailles-era
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The Pain That Doesn't Bleed
"I have injected every remaining drop of your silver blood into his skin tissue, Mr. Thorne. The results are absolutely zero."Dr. Hans Gruber took off his surgical mask, which was wet with sweat and yellow pus stains. The mad doctor leaned his back against the white tiled wall of the Black Castle's underground medical room. He had stood for fifteen hours non-stop in front of the operating table, racing against time following the emergency flight that brought them fleeing from the hell of the Paris Catacombs.Caleb Thorne sat silently in a metal wheelchair made of thick aluminum. His black suit jacket had been taken off. His white shirt was open at the top, revealing thick bandages on his right chest. Both of the Shadow Emperor's legs hung stiffly, completely powerless. The poison of Gaston's alchemical sulfur vapor had damaged the motor nerve connections in the lower half of his body, forcing him to swallow the physical humiliation of temporary paralysis.
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The Crown of Thorns
"I cannot erase the image of his melting face from my head, Caleb."Isabella Vane's voice sounded incredibly hoarse and trembled, breaking the silence of the night inside the Black Castle's master bedroom. The woman stood in the half-open doorway. Her eyes, emitting silver flashes, now looked red and swollen from crying for hours without stopping.Caleb Thorne did not immediately turn around. He was sitting on the edge of the giant-sized bed. His blood-soaked black suit and shirt had been discarded. The right side of his chest was now wrapped tightly in fresh medical bandages, holding his dead lung. His right palm was also wrapped in thick white gauze, hiding the torn wound from crushing the wheelchair iron in the recovery room earlier that afternoon.The effects of the alchemical sulfur vapor poison that paralyzed his motor nervous system were slowly beginning to fade. Caleb pressed both his palms onto the mattress. He forced his thigh muscles to contract
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The Metal Mask and the Golden Eagle
"Leave the iron box there, Hans. I will give it to him myself.""But, Mr. Thorne. You must have total bed rest. Let me deliver this item to the recovery room.""I said leave it on the table, Doctor. Get out of my room right now.""Understood, Sir. As you command."The sound of Dr. Hans Gruber's footsteps retreated quickly, accompanied by the thud of the teak wood door closing tightly. Caleb Thorne stood alone in his room. He took a slow breath through his nose, enduring an incredibly sharp pain from his destroyed right lung. His hand wrapped in white bandages reached for the handle of the pitch-black iron box on the table. The weight of the metal felt very cold.With slow steps that hid his physical suffering, Caleb walked down the dim hallway of the Black Castle. He descended to the underground medical room.The frosted glass door slid open automatically. The smell of antiseptic, anesthetic, and charred meat was still very thick
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