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At this moment, Kukulcan finally realized that he had no way out. Everything around him was telling him that the outcome of the battle was already determined - his guards and soldiers had all fallen in a pool of blood, and he, a highly respected leader in The Cult of the Celestial Worm, was now isolated and at the mercy of the enemy's guns.
Facing the life-and-death situation, Kukulcan surprisingly felt calm. He looked at the pistol in his hand, which had been the tool he used to command countless battles and defend his faith, but now it had become a symbol of powerlessness and failure. A hint of resignation crossed his face, and he slowly relaxed his grip on the gun. The pistol slipped from his fingertips, making a faint sound as it touched the ground, echoing in the chaotic and deathly silent prayer room.
At that moment, Kukulcan felt both uncertainty about the future and reflection on the past. He knew that from this moment on, his destiny would undergo a completely new change, whether in life or in death. The moment his gun fell to the ground not only marked the end of the battle, but also symbolized the end of an era.
"You really got me... Tell me, who are you? Star Alliance? Or The Cult of the Celestial Worm?" Kukulcan sought an answer to his fate in the final moments.
Alex held the gun tightly against Kukulcan's temple and calmly replied, "The Cult of the Celestial Worm." His voice showed no emotion, but revealed determination and ruthlessness.
Upon hearing this answer, Kukulcan suddenly burst into laughter, filled with helplessness and sarcasm. "Ha! It must be that bastard Morgan who assassinated me... to gain the title of the Great Worm. The Star Alliance's assault on Raz City must have been arranged in advance as well, right?" His laughter echoed in the prayer room, as if mocking the absurdity of the world and his own fate.
When Kukulcan's voice fell, the tension in the prayer room reached its peak. His speculation, like a heavy hammer, struck the hearts of everyone present. His eyes were full of sarcasm and disdain, clearly aware of Morgan's ambitions and methods. Kukulcan's laughter echoed in the room, as if challenging the bottom line of Valkyrie mercenary group.
Alex looked expressionless at Kukulcan, the gun in his hand steadily pointed at the other. His voice was calm and firm as he responded, "You know too much, Kukulcan. But you're wrong about one thing, the Star Alliance's assault on Raz City was not prearranged, it was just a lucky opportunity."
Kukulcan heard this and his smile faded slightly, but he still didn't lose his provocative tone, "Coincidence? Ha, there's not so much coincidence in this world, only carefully planned schemes." He looked at Alex, as if trying to find a flaw in the other's expression.
"No matter what you think, the outcome has already been determined," Alex's voice carried a cold, unquestionable indifference. He knew that the end of the era of the once powerful figure who had once flourished in the Orlando Star was a foregone conclusion.
Kukulcan turned and sneered, "Have you ever thought about what would happen if I were to die and Morgan became the new Grand Worm of The Cult of the Celestial Worm?" Jim laughed and said, "Never have, never need to. We're just here for the money." Kukulcan smiled bitterly upon hearing Jim's response, as if in that moment, he saw through the irony and helplessness of the world. His voice carried a hint of sarcasm, but also a deep sense of powerlessness, "Just here for the money? Ha, the most ridiculous thing in this world is that sometimes you think you're in control of the situation, when in reality, you're just being used by a bigger plan."
His gaze swept over each mercenary, continuing, "Morgan that guy, you wouldn't understand his ambitions. My death is just a stepping stone for him to reach a higher position, and you, you're just tools being used." Jim's laughter abruptly stopped, seemingly touched by Kukulcan's words, but he quickly reverted to his usual optimism, "Hmph, who cares! As long as there's fighting, there's fun." Though his attitude was flippant, a hint of contemplation flashed in his eyes.
Alex tightly gripped the handgun, listening to Kukulcan's words with an expressionless face. He knew deep down that as a mercenary, he would inevitably be drawn into various complex power struggles, but what they insisted on was completing the mission without getting involved in politics and ambitions.
"Perhaps," Alex replied calmly, "but today, our mission is to ensure that you are no longer part of The Cult of the Celestial Worm. As for Morgan's ambitions, that's another matter."
Kukulcan smiled again, with a hint of self-mockery in his smile. "It seems that my end is here," he stood quietly, waiting for the next move of Valkyrie mercenary group, his eyes filled with deep contemplation of the future.
Alex pointed his gun at Kukulcan and said, "Sorry, it's not personal, just business." Alex's finger lightly pulled the trigger, and a seemingly insignificant gunshot echoed in the prayer room. Kukulcan's body stiffened for a moment, then weakly leaned forward. His fall seemed unusually slow, as if time froze in that moment, every movement laden with meaning. Kukulcan used his last strength to turn his body towards the giant Azra statue, as if seeking final solace or fulfilling some ultimate ritual of faith.
His eyes gradually lost their luster, but there seemed to be a hint of relief in the corner of his mouth. In this chaotic, bloody, and violent world, Kukulcan finally found his own ending. His body lightly touched the base of the Azra statue, as if it were a final embrace.
The air around was filled with a solemn atmosphere, and even the members of the Valkyrie mercenary group couldn't help but feel a hint of respect for Kukulcan's final moment. They knew that, whether friend or foe, Kukulcan was a great warrior in his lifetime, and his death, in some way, marked the end of an era.
Alex retracted the gun and looked expressionlessly at Kukulcan's body. Perhaps there were complex emotions in his heart, but in this world intertwined with business and battle, emotions are always a luxury.
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