In the silent space, there were murmurs like demonic whispers, swirling around the void.

"Save.... Help.... I, I.... It's Stoker.. Kingdom... The third prince ....." Saroyan seemed to hear someone calling his name, and he couldn't wait to speak up.

He wanted to open his tired eyes, but the viscous blood stuck to the corners of his eyes, and in the process of struggling to open them, the pain that tore through his skin invaded the bone marrow and pierced his soul.

Then the illusory picture is reflected in the pupils, and it is still a world full of blood, which seems to be the same as before, is it an illusion?

No, it's not.

Saloyan shook his head, and with great effort lowered his once haughty head, a look of horror appeared in his eyes.

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

"This ...... Impossible, why, why are you guys here! ”

A terrible hoarse sound echoed through the empty building, tugging at the pitch-black chains and shaking a dance of fate called Fireworks of Vengeance.

Blood-red flame-like magic runes flickered, reflecting the imprisoned figure of Saroyan.

"It's really pitiful!" Modrian looked at the scene in front of him and said softly, will it end well to cooperate with the demon? The example of Qadir is close at hand, and now, the situation of this highness Saroyan is even more miserable.

Sacrifice!

Enjoying the fear before death, indulging in endless despair, when hope suddenly comes, so crazy to catch it!

"The opportunity has come again, how will you choose this time?" Ignoring the plea for help from Saloyan, who was imprisoned in chains, Modrian turned his head to look at Horace on his right, his hand trembling slightly.

"I will follow the will of my heart." Horace put his right hand on his left chest, half-bowed, and said in a firm tone.

Immediately, he tugged on the reins and rode forward, the life energy surging in his body shrouded his armor like a substantial brilliance, and his cold eyes were full of madness.

"No, Horace, listen to me, it's not my fault." Deadly danger loomed in his heart, and Saroyan looked at the approaching figure, and couldn't help but plead, without the arrogance he once had, 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, the third prince of the Stoke Kingdom, fall in love with a shepherd's daughter?"

The tone of pleading became more and more pitiful, coupled with the movement of limbs and the sound of chains, which made Saroyan look particularly embarrassed at this moment, much worse than the lazy fellows of the slums.

Hearing this, ......the figure of Horace's horse stagnated slightly, and then recovered as before.

"Do you still need to care about who's right and who's wrong?"

"We are all at fault, but the severity of the mistake is different, yes, you are His Royal Highness the third prince of the Varant family, you are so good, so noble, so bloodline, more noble than all of us."

"But you should not coerce a poor shepherd's daughter, much less force a pregnant man to engage in intense 'activities' for your own interests!"

"That's my child, the eldest grandson of the Daller family. Even if the Daller family made a contract that bordered on insult for my life. ”

"However, I am still unwilling, I don't want my child to die like this, and I haven't seen the light of day, and I die in the pain of filthy darkness."

"I don't want you, the person in charge, to get away with it, and still live a luxurious and upper-class aristocratic life!"

"That's why I'm here, with revenge!"

Confused, clueless sentences, you can get a glimpse of Horace's mood at this moment, the trembling left hand can't hold the reins, the mark in the right hand shakes, and the sharp blade cuts through the void.

"No........ You can't do this....... The Varrants will not let you go......."

A burning figure was reflected in his blood-stained eyes, and Saloyan roared loudly, his limbs swaying at his chains, even the heart-rending pain in his heart could not stop him.

Just because he felt it, mortal danger, the gaze of death.

Implore? Amusing!

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

"No !!!!!"

[Fire Dance: Dragon Leap Transition]!

The blood-red glow of the sign resembles a dancing dragon of flames, scorching the illusory air and leaving clear traces.

Then, the secret method from the Dalle family directly shattered Saloyan's pleading head, and the viscous blood mixed with the white slurry was like a firework of revenge blooming in the sky, rendering a strange bloody formation.

......................

【Ding....... The road to revenge is always difficult, learn to keep the flame of resurrection unextinguished in the face of adversity! 】

[Temporary Mission: Follower's Revenge, successfully completed!] 】

[Get Reward: Random Hero Cards!] 】

[Evaluation: The king humiliates the minister to death, and the minister is humiliated, so what is the king?] Continue to keep your heart chosen, no matter what the odds lie ahead, and it will make your followers follow you wholeheartedly and never back down. 】

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A cold system prompt sounded in his ears, but at the moment Modrian's attention was not on the rudimentary panel that flickered in his pupils.

He was keenly aware that after Saroyan's death, an unknown change was taking place in the empty Jianzhou here, caused by the magic rune array that seemed to be burning like a flame.

"It's the breath of the bottomless abyss!" Sigrid said abruptly in her arms, her pale face revealing complex emotions, nostalgia, fear, nostalgia smelled the abyss again, and the feeling of depression that permeated the air.

The bottomless abyss?

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

Thundered!

Suddenly, the space where this silent building was located seemed to shatter glass, and wisps of dark space cracks were densely filled, faintly revealing a faint red-black mist.

and a majestic hellish aura as if the end was coming, and heavy pressure fell on the soul out of thin air, oppressing all those who lived there.

......................

Limontanlu, the crimson pillar of light that tore through the sky of the rain curtain stood quietly in the void, attracting the attention of many forces.

When Saroyan died, the changes were sudden, and the six pillars of crimson light shattered, and countless crimson lights that scattered like starlight, mixed with torrential rain, surged and fell into the luxurious building.

Thundered!

An incomparably large blood-red six-pointed star array enveloped this area, and the majestic energy gathered, as if tearing through the space, and the invisible realm of the bottomless abyss covered the sky!

The next moment!

The many forces in the city once again felt the familiar scene, and the sense of oppression that seemed to be materialized, and the sulfurous aura from the bottomless abyss permeated the air.

However, this time it was not in the Shadow Realm, but in the Overworld, accompanied by the sudden arrival of the will of the world, and everyone felt the anger that filled it!