Man With Super Medical Skill (Matthew) novel Chapter 3371

In the stillness of the cell, only the sound of the turning key could be heard, and the atmosphere grew increasingly heavy.

As Rocco unlocked the iron door with a sharp creak, the blood-red eyes inside the cell seemed to grow even more violent and bloodthirsty.

"Hahaha, good disciple, hurry and release me from these shackles!" Aelred's raspy voice was filled with excitement.

Rocco stepped into the cell, with Anton Cunningham holding a lantern for him. The faint glow illuminated Aelred's face—pale but surprisingly gentle-looking, except for the pair of crimson, savage eyes that marred his otherwise serene expression.

Rocco inserted the key into the iron shackles binding Aelred's limbs.

Click.

The crisp sound of the lock opening echoed through the cell, and the iron chains that had bound Aelred's hands for decades finally fell away.

Before Rocco could unlock the remaining shackles, Aelred's withered hand gripped the iron lock around his ankle. With a single squeeze, the unbreakable chains shattered under his raw strength.

He slowly stood up, stretching his body as if awakening from a long sleep. The air around him seemed to grow heavier as he moved, and the cracking sounds of his joints echoed like popping beans.

Rocco knelt respectfully before Aelred, bowing deeply before speaking. "Disciple Rocco Cunningham greets his master!"

Aelred's pale face twisted into a violent grin as he patted Rocco's shoulder. "I keep my promises. From today forward, you are my chosen heir."

"Thank you for your favor, Master."

Aelred stepped out of the cell, his blood-red eyes gleaming with murderous intent. He spoke softly, "Let's go. Time to let those fools outside know I'm still alive."

"It's that murderer, Aelred!"

"Go alert the royal guard! Aelred has escaped!"

In a panic, the guards scattered in every direction. They knew if they stayed together, Aelred would hunt them down one by one.

As the guards fled, Aelred's blood-red eyes filled with contempt. "Just because I've been locked away for decades, they think they can outrun me," Aelred muttered. He casually snapped a branch from a nearby tree, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust. "Christ said all things are without form or color."

A surge of blood-red energy enveloped the branch in Aelred's hand before it shot forward like a missile. One of the fleeing guards gasped, his eyes bulging as the crimson branch pierced his chest.

In an instant, the branch exploded inside the guard's body, sending splinters tearing through him. The violent eruption of wood spikes left his body riddled with countless tiny holes as they tore through flesh and bone, killing him instantly.