Rebirth: The Strong Pregnant Lady

Klaus looked at his hardworking and kind brother Elijah, his eyes heavy.

Marcel was most likely to exploit one of his weaknesses.

Elijah was still tidying up. They would never grow old, so what weakness could Klaus have? He casually asked, "What exactly is it?" He was about to raise his head to ask when he felt Nicholas's sudden approach.

"You."

A silver dagger stabbed into Elijah's chest, the blade cutting into his flesh. It did not even feel pain, and Elijah had no time to react.

Ah!" Elijah gripped Klaus' shoulder tightly, his movements starting to turn stiff. His eyes were filled with a gentle smile as he looked at his younger brother in disbelief.

Klaus, my brother, what are you doing? What the hell do you want?

Klaus held his head, and the husky, magnetic voice seemed to carry a sweet poison.

"Forgive me, my brother."

"Love has no right in it. Mercy makes you weak. Family makes you weak."

Klaus had never intended to follow their plan. He wanted to do something on his own, and Elijah obviously didn't agree with some of his actions. He didn't want to be lectured all the time.

Elijah's normally normal face was suddenly ashen and stiff, and the faint veins in his veins were popping out, one by one. His stiff fingers could not hold Klaus's body, and he could only collapse into Klaus's arms.

In the end, all that was left was Klaus with a pair of sharp eyes. His younger brother, he deserved to die.

At the same time, he was Elijah's most important and fatal weakness.

Klaus' cold body quickly stiffened as he familiarly placed Elijah in the coffin that belonged to him and gently lowered his head.

"I want to win this war, I have to fight alone... "My brother, I do not need your blessing and kindness."

At the last moment of darkness, Elijah could hear his brother whispering in his ear.

Gentle cruelty.

The gentleness of Klaus and the cruelty of Klaus, but how come Elijah couldn't learn to be good … It had clearly been more than a thousand years.

Elijah thought of Rebecca, his sister, who would be worried.

Halfway through her walk, she felt a deep sadness.

Bai Lu walked back to the Sacred Secret Realm step by step, followed by her emotions.

Sophie.

When White Dew saw that the witches were praying for Jane Ann, she was buried in the Magus cemetery in her long white dress, a ceremony that Sophie had presided over for her.

Every witch's death required a special ceremony of her own.

White flowers sprinkled over Jane's body, forehead, and even fingertips. White Dew tried to help, but Sophie refused.

"Thank you, but we don't need it."

Jane was finally at peace, and Sophie's face was finally filled with an expression that was not hatred.

Bai Lu understood the two's position, so she just quietly stayed to the side.

The solemn atmosphere continued, without words, until Sophie leaned over and touched the tips of her fingers, then pressed the kiss to her sister, Jane, on her forehead.

After the ceremony, the power seal returned.

The earth would settle down.

Beru could clearly feel Sophie's pain and depression. She had lost a very important family member.

White Dew understood him well, no matter where he was from or what species he was from.

The dead were the great, and the earth was to rest in peace.

Beru felt that she really couldn't help admiring Marcel's tough ways. Klaus was right, perhaps, that he should be taught a lesson.

What was Elijah's plan? She hoped that Klaus wouldn't cause any damage, but when she thought of that man's shiny eyes, she couldn't help but shiver.

Baby, how can you have such a father? But don't worry, mother will protect you.

The little guy in her stomach seemed to be able to sense her emotions. Soft rays of light and power surrounded the whole circle, and even those witches.

Bai Lu was too busy daydreaming to notice that the lines of Jane An's face had gradually become calm and warm for some reason.

She was truly at peace.