"Whew...... You said...... Revenge?"

Mr. Carter, who had just recovered from the traction and backlash of the death of his contract elves, covered his heart that was still aching faintly, and asked the plain-clothed man reluctantly with a pale face and shock and anger.

"Do you have any grudges against our Carter family?!"

At this time, Mr. Carter no longer has the calm and relaxed aristocratic demeanor before, after all, his most proud and trusted dreadclaw armor lizard was directly killed by the enemy, which really brought him too much impact, not to mention that because of the implication caused by the death of the contract elf, Mr. Carter was also hit hard, don't look at it now, it's just pale, but only he knows that at this time he is already barely sobbing to keep his sanity.

The connection between the elves and the contract elves is implicated with the soul, so if it causes a backlash, it will often cause each other's souls to be injured as well, even if it is a slight backlash, it will take a lot of effort to recuperate.

"No grudges?" The plain-clothed man tugged at the corners of his mouth, dropped the body of the dreadclaw armor lizard, and forced the Carter family step by step, his eyes full of resentment and looked at the young Wes who was unconsciously hiding behind his parents: "Do you really know nothing about the evil things your son has done?"

Wes, who was stared at by the big man, was frightened and screamed loudly: "No, I don't know you!

"Don't you know?" Hearing this, the big man showed a thick mockery in his eyes: "It's not strange for a nobleman like you, after all, it was more than two years ago. Smithsonian Green, have you forgotten that name? And ......."

The big man opened his mouth wide, revealing his twisted and blackened severed tongue: "Have you forgotten the traces left by your own knife?"

"Ah——!!...... No!!" Wes's pupils shrank, and his face turned pale and he took two steps back: "I...... I don't know who you're talking about, you really recognized the wrong person!"

Hearing Wess's words and his current demeanor, Mr. Carter understood that he didn't know what kind of virtue his son was in his daily life, but he didn't bother to care. After all, their Carter clan is a nobleman! They are a superior race born with a status higher than those low-class untouchables! How can the lives of a few low-class untouchables attract the attention of the nobles?

It's just that I didn't expect that this kind of thing would end up in today's bane.

Mr. Carter glared viciously at his cowering son, who was hiding behind his mother, then turned his head, took a hard breath, and said in a loud voice to the big man who was gradually approaching: "Commoner, the nobles standing in front of you are nobles, and they are also noble lords with the title of orthodox viscount of the Empire! Do you really want to completely offend the majesty of our nobles? Aren't you afraid of the punishment of the Empire!"

"Don't you think it's too late to talk about this now?" Smithson said coldly: "Also, I'm also in a hurry here, so I don't have to fiddle with this little trick of delaying time!"

After saying that, Smithson rushed up with a direct step on his feet, reached out at random in Mr. Carter's frightened eyes, and grabbed his neck with his right arm, which was still bloody, and stuck the words he wanted to say next directly in his throat.

"Ho-h......h

Mr. Carter has not lived for so many years in vain, he has a contract elf with a military level, and his spiritual power qualifications are not bad, coupled with his noble status, Mr. Carter himself has a good strength in elvenism.

It's a pity that because of the death of the contract elf, he was seriously injured, and his strength was not able to exert two percent of his strength at the moment because of his injuries, and he was in a state of being pinned down by the enemy, so he could only reluctantly gather his spiritual power in a hurry to use this simple and crude spiritual impact attack with no technical content.

Even so, according to Mr. Carter's opinion, such a close-range sneak attack on the other party is not dodged, and the head that is hit is still a vital point, how can it cause a lot of damage, right?

Unfortunately, two seconds later, the light dust from the spiritual explosion dissipated, and what appeared in Mr. Carter's eyes was a scene of despair in his heart.

Smithson's entire upper body was wrapped in a layer of crystal-colored translucent spirit armor, and the head that he had hit with his spiritual power just now was firmly protected by a full-coverage helmet at this time, and there were no traces of injury at all.

"Ahh......h I warn you, if you really dare to make a move against the nobles, not only you, but your parents, brothers and sisters, wives and children, and all your relatives will not end well!!"

"Loved ones?" Smithson glanced at him, and with a merciless hand, a click broke the neck of Mr. Carter, who was glaring angrily.

"Two years ago, all my relatives died at the hands of your precious son!"

“...... No, ——!!!" Mrs. Carter was so frightened that she almost fainted when she saw her husband fall.

"You're so noisy!"

Then she was kicked mercilessly by the disgusted Smithson's foot, and in a clear bone cracking sound, her whole body was bent into a "つ" shape and flew out fiercely, smashing in front of Wess in the distance.

Looking at the corpse of his mother, whose face was distorted and bleeding from her mouth and nose and she was already breathing, Weiss couldn't help but feel a chill in his heart, and he sat down on the ground with his knees weak, his mother's face stunned.

A warm, fishy liquid unconsciously soaked his pants.

Waste, Waste......

The sound of heavy footsteps woke up Wes, who was stunned, and he raised his head, and saw Smithson's simple and ordinary face, but under the rendering of the strong killing intent of the other party and the large amount of blood stained during the previous battle with the guards, this face was already like a demon in Wes's eyes at this moment.

"Ahhhh——!!h

Then he was grabbed by the hair by Smithson's right arm wrapped in crystal spirit armor and lifted him into the air.

"Ah......hh It hurts, it hurts!!Please, let me go......" Wes thought his scalp was going to be ripped off, and wept bitterly as he tried to break Smithson's palm.

"It's really ugly...... looking at the enemy who has been thinking about him day and night for two whole years, and at this moment it is actually this kind of performance, Smithson feels very ironic while relieving his hatred.

He still remembers the terrifying scene when he was outing in the wild with his virtuous wife and kind parents, and was suddenly chased and killed by the other party with a group of thugs as prey like a hunting game, his parents were first killed by bullets in order to cover himself, his wife was caught and humiliated, and he was trampled under his feet like a livestock, and finally he was directly and illegally reduced to slavery by the other party using the energy of the nobility......

Even if the authority of the nobility in today's empire is weaker than a hundred years ago, with the power of a viscount's son, it is too easy to bring down a commoner with no special background, and more importantly, the incident happened in the wilderness without any witnesses, and Weiss is obviously not the first time to commit such atrocities, and he is very skilled in destroying all traces that can be used as clues.

And Smithson, the only surviving Smithson, was also brutally removed from the ability to speak and defend at that time, and was degraded to a slave without any rights and sold into the black market, and had no chance to turn over.

Thinking of this, Smithson's heart was filled with gratitude to the mysterious master who inexplicably appeared in his dream half a year ago and bestowed a miracle on him.

'Thank you, my lord, for your miracle, which not only restored my ability to speak, but also gave me the power of vengeance!

Wes Carter, who was still begging for mercy in pain, did not know what was going on in Smithson's mind at this time, but perhaps driven by his survival instinct, he noticed Smithson's wandering mind.

"It hurts...... Let go, let me go...... Please," Wes's voice begging for mercy came intermittently, and then, for a moment, it suddenly changed, and he shouted with ferocity and madness: "-let me die!!"

A black pistol with intrigues engraved on it appeared in his hand at some point, and it was pressed against the spirit armor on Smithson's chest, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang Bang –

A circle of spiritual light exploded, and a puff of cloudy Lingzi waste smoke erupted from the rear tail exhaust hole of the pistol's chamber, and the high-concentration psionic bullets loaded inside were pushed out, bombarding the target at zero distance.

The spirit guide guns in this world are not based on ignition gunpowder, but completely depend on the content and quality of the spiritual energy filled in the ammunition, whether it is a strong spiritual energy melt or a high-energy spirit crystal powder, as long as it is detonated, it can exert a huge destructive power in an instant.

For example, the spirit guide pistol in Weiss's hand now, after the bullet is fired, the power is enough to directly blow up the steel plate three or four centimeters thick into pieces!

Wes didn't believe that the armor on that guy's body could block this high-density psionic bullet that he treasured!

Of course, the powerful power exploded at such a close range, and it also had a lot of backlash for the user, not only the expensive spirit guide pistol was directly blown up into metal fragments, but Weiss's arm holding the gun was also blown up to the point that his flesh and blood were blurred, and his face was completely distorted in pain.

"Ahh......h Hiss, but now, it should be ...... Huh?"

The sharp pain in his scalp suddenly dispelled the little joy that Wes had just risen, and he fell into panic and fear again as he felt the strength of the large hand that was still firmly gripping his hair.

"No...... ......?!"

"Ahem...... Joker, you're despicable. ”

Smithson's mouth coughed up a few patches of mottled blood, ignoring his spiritual chest armor that had been blown to pieces and the large wound on his chest that had become hideous and charred, and as soon as his mind moved, the ability to control his body in detail after the "restriction was lifted" was brought into play, and the muscles around the wound squirmed like some kind of creature, forcibly squeezing into the middle, forcibly stopping the bleeding of the wound in a very violent way.

But even so, Smithson's face turned pale at a rate visible to the naked eye.

"Puff cough cough...... It's really careless, the lungs have been shattered a lot, and it seems that even the heart is a little broken...... Hehe......"

Through subtle control, Smithson directly sensed the condition of the injury in his body, but he did not show too many negative emotions in this regard, but sneered viciously at the terrified Wes.

"Weird...... Monster!" Wes lost his voice unconsciously, forgetting even to struggle.

"Monsters, sort of, but I'm just a monster on the outside, and you, in human skin, are the real monsters on the inside!"

After saying this, Smithson didn't say more, and his right hand holding the other party's head directly forced, and a strong force that had been brewing for a long time burst out, and with a click, it directly grabbed Wes's head with extreme cruelty.

A bunch of indescribable yellow, green, red and white things flew out like a burst of watermelon juice.

"Haha...... Hahaha......" The cheerful and crazy Smithsonian didn't care about this, but laughed loudly, obviously he was in a very good mood at this time because of his revenge.

However, joy begets sorrow.

"Haha, cough, cough...... Ahem puff ......"

Smithson, who was injured in the middle of the laugh, was directly stuck in the smiling face, and then threw away Wes's corpse, bent down and spit out a large mouthful of blood mixed with black fragments, and the blood was also mixed with eye-catching Lingzi light dust that was constantly drifting into the air.

"Ah...... It's the limit......" Smithson, who was not surprised by this, gradually turned blue, and his breathing became more and more difficult, not only in his mouth, but also in his nasal cavity, which began to flow with turbid blood mixed with grains of spiritual light.

He reluctantly moved his increasingly weak body, found a broken stone and sat down with his back against him, and looked at the dim sky with a blurred vision, as if he could see the gentle smile of his wife.

"Ahem...... Fia ...... Wait, I'll be seeing you soon...... Uh, sorry, I remembered ahem...... My soul...... I can't seem to see you, I have to go to the master...... How can I repay my kindness......"

The voice, getting lower and lower, finally fell silent completely.

By the time the guards of the city arrived, there was no longer a living person in the manor.