In the quiet space, whispers like demons whispering, rotating around the void.

"Save... Save... I, I... are the third prince of Stoke... Kingdom..." Saroyang seemed to hear someone calling his name and couldn't wait to speak out.

He wanted to open his tired eyes, but the sticky blood stuck to the corners of his eyes. As he opened it hard, the pain that torn the skin invaded the bone marrow and hurt his soul.

Then the illusory picture was reflected in the pupils, and it was still a world full of blood, which seemed to be no different from before. Is it an illusion?

No, not right.

Saroyang shook his head, and hung his once proud head with difficulty, and then his eyes were filled with fear.

He saw the black heavy cavalry who often appeared in nightmare in recent days, as well as the figure engraved in the depths of his soul - Horace.

"This...is impossible, why, why are you here!"

The shrill and hoarse sound suddenly echoed in the empty building, pulling the dark chains and shaking a dance of fate called Revenge Fireworks.

The magic runes like blood-red flames swayed, reflecting the imprisoned Saroyang.

"It's really pitiful!" Modrian looked at the scene in front of him and said softly, will there be a good end to cooperate with the demon? The example of Kadir is right in front of him. Now, His Highness Saroyan's situation is even more miserable.

Sacrifice!

Enjoy the fear before death, indulge in endless despair, and when hope suddenly comes, I want to catch it so crazy!

"The opportunity is coming again, what will you choose this time?" Modrian ignored Saroyan's request for help, turned to look at Horace, who looked ferocious on his right, and the javelin in his hand trembled slightly.

"I will follow my inner wishes." Horace said firmly with his right hand in front of his left chest.

Immediately, he pulled the reins and rode forward. The life energy surging in his body seemed to be shrouded in the armor like a real brilliance, and his cold eyes were full of madness.

"No, Horace, listen to me, that's not my fault." Fatal danger lingered in my heart. Saroyang looked at the gradually approaching figure and couldn't help but beg, without the arrogance he had once been above his superiority, and no longer regarded life as nothing.

"It's all Carol Green's fault. It was that female cousin who seduced me. You know, how could I, a third prince of the Stoke Kingdom, fall in love with a shepherd's daughter?"

The pleading tone became more and more pitiful, coupled with the movements of physical struggles and the sound of chains, made Saroyang look particularly embarrassed at this moment, and it was even worse than the lazy guys in the slums.

"Carol..." Hearing this, Horace's horse-riding figure stopped slightly, and then returned to its original state.

"Do you still care about who is right and who is wrong now?"

"We all have faults, but the severity of the mistakes is different. Yes, you are His Highness, the third prince of the Valante family. You are so outstanding, so noble, so respectful of blood, and more noble than all of us."

"But you shouldn't coerce a poor shepherd's daughter, and you shouldn't force a pregnant person to engage in intense 'activities' for your interests!"

"That's my child, the eldest grandson of the Dale family. Even if the Dale family signed a contract that was almost insulting for my life."

"But I am still unwilling to accept that my child died like this. He had not seen the light of the day and died in the dirty darkness."

"I don't want you, the person in charge, to be free and unrestrained, still living a luxurious and desolate upper class aristocratic life!"

"So I'm here, come with revenge!"

The confusing and clueless sentences can see Horace's emotions at this moment. His trembling left hand could not hold the reins, his right hand shaking javelin, and the sharp gun blade cut through the void.

"No...you can't do this...The Valante family won't let you go..."

A burning figure reflected in his eyes stained with sticky blood. Saroyang roared loudly, and the struggling movements of his limbs shaking the chains. Even the heart-wrenching pain in his heart could not stop him.

Just because he felt the fatal danger, the staring of death.

Pray? Ridiculous!

Horace smiled silently, and inexplicably sadness appeared on her face under the armor, and the red life energy condensed in the armor.

"No!!!!!!"

[Fire dances, dragons, leaps and turns]!

The blood-red javelin was like a dancing dragon of flames, burning the illusory air, leaving clear traces behind.

Then, the secret technique from the Dale family directly crushed Saroyang's begging head, with sticky blood mixed with white pulp, like fireworks of revenge blooming in the sky, rendering a strange bloody formation.

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[Ding... The journey of revenge is always difficult. Learn to keep the flame of resurrection in adversity and not extinguish it!]

[Temporary mission: Revenge of the follower, successfully completed!]

[Reward: Random Hero Card!]

[Evaluation: The king is humiliated and the minister dies, and the minister is humiliated. What is the king? Continue to keep your inner choices. No matter what obstacles ahead, it will make your followers follow you wholeheartedly and never retreat.]

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The cold system prompt sounded in my ears, but at this moment Modrian's attention was not on the simple panel that flashed in his pupils.

He keenly realized that after Saroyang's death, unknown changes were taking place in the empty Jianzhou here, caused by the magical talisman array that looked like burning flames.

"It's the breath of the bottomless abyss!" Siglid said suddenly in his arms, his pale face revealed complex emotions, which was nostalgia, fear. Nostalgia smelled the abyss again, fearing the feeling of depression filled the air.

Bottomless abyss?

Modrian murmured unconsciously, and he recalled the red world, the sky, the earth, the forest that appeared in his memory, and everything was stained with bright red colors.

Rumble!

Suddenly, the space where this quiet building was located was like shattering glass, with cracks in the pitch-black space vaguely revealing a faint red and black mist.

And a majestic aura like prison is coming like the arrival of the doomsday, heavy pressure fell on the soul out of thin air, oppressing everyone present.

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Limontanelu, the red light column that shreds the rain curtain and breaks the sky stands quietly in the void, attracting the attention of many forces.

When Saroyang died, changes suddenly arose, six red light pillars shattered, and countless red lights scattered like starlight, mixed with heavy rain, surging and falling into luxurious buildings.

Rumble!

A huge blood-red hexagram array enveloped this area, and the majestic energy gathered, as if torn apart the space, and the invisible domain of the bottomless abyss covered the sky!

Next moment!

Many forces in the city once again felt the familiar scenes and the substantive sense of suppression, which was filled with sulfur-like aura from the bottomless abyss.

But this time it was not in the shadow world, but in the main world, accompanied by the sudden arrival of the world's will, and everyone felt the anger filled with it!
Chapter completed!