Chapter 227

In the silent space, murmurs like demonic whispers revolved around the void.

"Help... Help... I, I... Is the Third Prince of stoke... Kingdom..." Saroyan seemed to hear someone calling his name and couldn't wait to make a sound.

He wanted to open his tired eyes, but the thick blood stuck to the corners of his eyes. In the process of opening, the pain of tearing the skin invaded the bone marrow and the soul.

Then the illusory picture is reflected in the pupil. It is still a world full of blood. It doesn't seem different from before. Is it an illusion?

No, No.

Saroyan shook his head, laboriously lowered his once arrogant head, and immediately a look of fear appeared in his eyes.

He saw the black heavy cavalry that often appeared in nightmares recently, and the figure engraved in the depths of his soul - Horace.

"It's... impossible. Why, why are you here!"

The shrill hoarse voice echoed in the empty buildings, pulling the dark chain and shaking a fate dance called revenge fireworks.

The blood red flame like magic Rune swayed, reflecting the imprisoned Saroyan figure.

"What a pity!" murdrian said softly, looking at the scene in front of him. Will it come to a good end to cooperate with the devil? The example of Kadir is at hand, and now the situation of his highness Saroyan is even more tragic.

Sacrifice!

Enjoy the fear before death, indulge in endless despair, when hope suddenly comes, so crazy to seize!

"The opportunity comes again, how will you choose this time?" modrian ignored Saroyan's help, turned and looked at Horace, who looked ferocious on the right, and the javelin in his hand trembled slightly.

"I will follow my heart's will," Horace said firmly with his right hand on his left chest, half bowed.

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

"No, Horace, listen to me. It's not my fault." the fatal danger swirled in his heart. Saroyan looked at the approaching figure and couldn't help pleading. He didn't have his pride and no longer regarded life as nothing.

"It's all Carol Green's fault. That watch seduced me. You know, I'm a three Prince of stoke kingdom. How can I fancy a shepherd's daughter?"

The increasingly pitiful tone of begging, coupled with the movement of physical struggle and the mixed sound of chains, makes Saroyan look particularly embarrassed at the moment, which is worse than the lazy guys in the slums.

"Carol..." hearing the speech, Horace's horse figure stopped slightly, and then recovered as before.

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

"We all have mistakes, but the seriousness of the mistakes is different. Yes, you are the Third Prince of the volant family. You are so excellent, so noble and so respected. You are more noble than all of us."

"But you shouldn't coerce a poor shepherd's daughter, let alone force a pregnant person to engage in fierce 'activities' for your interest!"

"That's my child and the eldest grandson of the Dale family. Even if the Dale family signs a contract that is almost insulting for my life."

"But I'm still unwilling. I'm unwilling to let my child die like this. I haven't seen the light of the day and die in pain in the dirty dark."

"I don't want you, the principal, to go unpunished and still live a luxurious and decadent upper class aristocratic life!"

"So I came with revenge!"

The confused and disoriented words can see Horace's mood at the moment. His trembling left hand can't hold the reins, the javelin in his right hand shakes unceasingly, and the sharp edge of the gun cuts through the void.

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

A flaming figure was reflected in his eyes stained with thick blood. Saroyan roared loudly, and his limbs struggled to shake the chain. Even the pain in his heart could not stop him.

Just because he felt the deadly danger, the gaze of death.

Beg? Ridiculous!

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

"No!!!!!"

[Fire Dance · dragon dance]!

The blood red shining javelin is like a dancing flame dragon, burning the unreal air and leaving clear traces.

Then, the secret method from the Dale family directly smashed Saroyan's begging head, thick blood mixed with white paste, like revenge fireworks blooming in the sky, rendering a strange bloody array.

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[Ding... The road of revenge is always difficult. Learn to keep the flame of resurrection in adversity and don't extinguish it!]

[temporary task: Revenge of followers, successfully completed!]

[obtain reward: random hero card!]

[evaluation: what do you mean if a monarch insults his subjects to death and a minister insults him? Continue to keep your inner choice. No matter what the obstacles ahead are, it will make the followers follow you wholeheartedly and never shrink back.]

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The cold sound of the system sounded in his ears, but modrian's attention was not on the simple panel flashing in his pupils.

He was acutely aware that unknown changes were taking place in the empty Jianzhou after Saroyan's death, which was caused by the magic Rune array like a flame.

"It's the breath of the bottomless abyss!" Sigrid said abruptly in her arms. Her pale face showed complex emotions. It's nostalgia and fear. Nostalgia smells the breath of the abyss again and fears the sense of depression in the air.

Bottomless abyss?

Murmuring unconsciously, modrian recalled the red world in his memory, the sky, the earth and the forest, all of which were stained with crimson color.

Boom!

Suddenly, the space where the silent building is located is like broken glass, and the cracks of the dark space are dense, revealing a faint red and black fog.

And a majestic prison like atmosphere, like the end, heavy pressure fell on the soul out of thin air, oppressing everyone present.

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Limon Tanlu, the sky red light column tearing through the rain sky, stands quietly in the void, attracting the attention of many forces.

After Saroyan's death, changes took place suddenly, six red light columns broke, and countless red lights scattered like stars, mixed with rainstorms, surged into luxury buildings.

Boom!

A huge blood red six pointed star array cage covers this area. The majestic energy gathering seems to tear the space, and the invisible field of the bottomless abyss covers the sky!

Next moment!

Many forces in the city once again felt the familiar scene and the sense of substantive repression, filled with sulfur from the bottomless abyss.

But this time it is not in the shadow world, but in the main world. With the sudden arrival of the world will, everyone feels the anger filled with it!