THE ANGEL OF THE CREATOR
Chapter 93

Argh!!!

That sound. Azzams.

The voice that he was so familiar with, Azzam quickly ran towards the source of the sound he heard.

" Shy!! Kiya! You where? Kiya!!!" Azzam cried out to his wife's name.

At that time, Kiya could not focus on listening. Because of the pain that was present, it made him just try to endure it.

Azzam soon found what he was looking for. It was so sad to see him, and at once his wrath made him his true leader.

" Dhan!!!"

The shout was so powerful, that it made everyone who was there become shocked and surprised to see who had come. Ardhan paused from his steps dragging Kiya's hand very roughly, but instead he was scared. It made him crazy and dark, so quickly he changed his position at that time to be directly behind Kiya's body.

" Welcome, brother, why? You must miss your beautiful wife a lot, don't you?!" Ardhan's arm is now in Kiya's neck, it is so tight that Kiya has difficulty breathing.

" Akh, aargh! Le loose." Kiya tried to remove the arm from her neck.

" Remove your hands from my wife!!!" Azzam shouted back.

With one hand movement from Ardhan, his men immediately surrounded Azzam very tightly. This made Azzam grind his jaw very hard, looking at Ardhan with hatred.

" If you hurt my wife, you'll kill you!" The threat Azzam gave, so that Ardhan does not hurt Kiya.

Kiya who saw Azzam back then, was overjoyed. Even then, he and his children were risking their lives.

" Ommm, mmmh." Kiya was eager to call and tell her husband if her stomach was very painful at that time, but it was useless. Because Ardhan's hand has smothered him.

" Attack him!!" Ardhan gave orders to his men to finish Azzam.

The attack repeatedly came to Azzam, with his martial ability. Azzam quickly conquered the men of Ardhan. But when he was caught off guard, a sharp weapon stuck on his left shoulder. Instead of screaming in pain, Azzam just fell silent by adjusting his breathing to stabilize again.

" M ma s!" Kiya's voice was very soft.

After hearing the voice, Azzam immediately gave his reply. Nimble movements and strong enough strength, Azzam gave a kick from his leg. Until the man flew backwards, Azzam chased after him and turned his head with a single turn. The sound of a bone fracture rang out very loudly, the person died instantly.

" And now, you won't let me live. That's enough, all this time I've let you live, Ardhan!!!" Azzam groaned by moving towards his target.

Ardhan is increasingly challenged by his pshicopathic soul, without putting down any pity. He sticks a small knife, just above Kiya's left chest. With a single move, the blade had already landed smoothly.

" Shy!!!" Azzam is getting crazy.

Without thinking about anything else, Azzam broke through Ardhan's action by slashing a blow at his head.

Bugh!

Bugh!

The arm that squeezed Kiya's neck was released, with ease Ardhan's body shifted exposed to the pull of Azzam. Then Azzam again attacked him by taking the knife that Ardhan used to torture Kiya.

" It's time for this life, I'll lose it!" Azzam drew out the knife, right on one of Ardhan's eyeballs.

Crash it!

" Aackhh! You can't kill me, you're weak. Hahaha" With such circumstances, Ardhan could still laugh.

Azzam was angered by Ardhan's words, and he stood up and pulled Ardhan's body and lifted him up. The body was then thrown with the backbone of Ardhan hit Azzam's kneecap, and he fell to the floor.

Brakh!!!

" Ughhh! ugh uh uh." A moment of red liquid came out of Ardhan's mouth with so much, indicating that there was a broken rib.

Without Azzam noticing, Ardhan's hand grabbed the small blade that was nearby. And so quickly, the knife stuck to one of Azzam's thighs.

" YOU!!" azzam's eyes sharply gave that look to Ardhan.

Azzam's burly hand pulled a small knife from his thigh and pulled it into Ardhan's stomach, then he pulled the knife. It sounds so clear, if Ardhan's stomach is torn, even Azzam wants to stick the knife back on other parts of the body.

" M mas, argh! Kit sa!!" Scream Kiya with a very sad voice.

" Sonya." Azzam awakens from the soul of his killer.

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