"No!"

Immediately, the eldest prince let out a roar of rage. I saw Smith half-kneeling, holding a person in his arms, it was the great prince Jeralt. However, at this time, Geralt did not have the same arrogance as before, his lips were purple, and his face was full of gray death.

Freire III, apparently knowing the result, happily ripped off his hat and let out a maniacian laugh:

"Smith, it feels good that my son is going to die! Hahahaha~"

The ministers on the palace wall couldn't help but be stunned when they looked at the crazy Frell III, even Lin Han was the same, they didn't expect that the eldest prince they had always been honored was actually the son of Smider, they didn't think that Freir III would talk nonsense. At the same time, they finally understood why the great prince was good at martial arts, but Freer III had always disliked him and constantly suppressed his power, it turned out that he was not a royal breed at all!

"Hahaha, you were killed by that back then, do you think I don't know? If it weren't for the fact that you have too much power, I would have broken you bastard to pieces. But that slut has been broken into pieces by me, and this bastard, if it weren't for the lack of a chance, he would have been cut off at any time, and now he is going to die, but I won't let him die so easily, I'm going to let him be tortured to death in endless pain! ”

The ministers looked at the crazy Freer III and couldn't help but be afraid and strange, when Queen Hyoxian went out to play and fell off the cliff and died, Freer III was depressed for a long time, but he didn't expect that all this was directed by him.

In the midst of the Great Prince's journey, the Great Prince, as Freel III said, is in endless pain. I saw that the eldest prince's whole body gradually turned red, and pus pockets continued to bulge on his skin, and they continued to swell, reaching the size of a fist in less than a few seconds, and then the pus bags exploded one after another, and blood and pus continued to flow out. The eldest prince's fist clenched tightly, purple red poisonous blood flowed from his palm, and he grabbed the ground with his head, wanting to die.

Smith hurriedly grabbed him, holding him tightly in his arms regardless of the poisonous blood, two lines of turbid tears flowed out, and he continued to comfort:

"My son, it's okay, I'll save you!"

Saying that, he appeared in front of Freer III with the eldest prince in his arms, but was stopped by Lin Han and many guards, Smith did not dare to break in with the son in his arms, so he had to yell at Freer III:

"Hand over the antidote!"

Freire III looked at the eldest prince who was constantly writhing, but a perverted pleasure welled up in his heart, and he laughed loudly:

"The antidote? Hahaha, this poison was collected by me for more than ten years to get out, there is no antidote at all, and even if there is, I won't give it to you! I'm going to let you kill this bastard with your own hands and let you live in pain forever! ”

At this time, the eldest prince Geralt was completely insincere, all the skin on his body had fallen off, and the purple-red poisonous blood mixed with pus continued to drip down, exuding a strong stench. His hands kept scratching at his body, and it was a piece of flesh when he grabbed it, but the itch that pierced the bone marrow did not diminish in the slightest.

Smith burst into tears as he saw the tragic condition of his son in his arms, and had to clamp his arms hard to prevent him from continuing to scratch.

The surrounding ministers and soldiers could not help but feel a sense of desolation in their hearts, and Freire III still laughed maniacally.

"Plop!"

Smith suddenly did something that surprised everyone, only to see him fall to his knees with the great prince Geralt in his arms, and then kowtow again and again, crying and begging:

"Your Majesty, please give me the antidote, as long as you give me the antidote, I will agree to whatever the conditions!"

The floor on the palace wall was shattered, and blood stains were mixed in it. Everyone couldn't bear to look away, but Lin Han was full of emotion, tiger poison still doesn't eat children!

Freire III was also stunned by Smith's kneeling, but he felt pleasure and excitement in his heart, already completely filled with hatred.

Smith felt someone tugging at his clothes in his arms, and saw the lips of the great prince, who was completely inhuman, moving to say something. Smith hurriedly lowered his head and leaned his ear over.

"Kill me, kill me, father!"

When Smith heard that he actually called his father, he was stunned for a moment, and then a sweetness welled up in his heart. But immediately replaced by a thick sadness, he hugged the eldest prince vigorously, and comforted gently:

"Good boy, don't worry, Daddy will save you!"

The eldest prince shook his head, his lips twitching:

"Kill me, father..."

The eldest prince suddenly twisted violently, and his arms kept struggling to scratch. Smith hurriedly hugged him hard to prevent him from struggling, and looked at Frell III with a look of anticipation, his lips trembling. Freir III was unmoved, looking at him coldly, with a grim smile on his lips. Smith turned his head to look at the people around him, looking at his expectant hopeful eyes, and they couldn't bear to look at him, and bowed their heads slightly.

Seeing that everyone was avoiding his eyes, Smith could not help but feel endless despair, and he looked down at his eyes full of pain, and tears slipped down again. He closed his eyes vigorously, and his right hand was slightly raised on the forehead of the eldest prince, trembling constantly, and the blood-red light in his palm flickered.

Everyone couldn't bear it for a while, and they all turned their heads. Smith's body trembled, and he suddenly tilted his head, and his right hand shook.

"Uh~"

The eldest prince's body shook, his Adam's apple slid slightly, and his head lost his breath. His eyes were not closed until he died, and there was still pain in his bloodshot eyes, as well as relief and longing for life.

"Ah~"

Smith raised his head to the sky and wailed, his voice full of grief and despair for life. Lin Han secretly wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes, even the most vicious father has love for his children.

Suddenly, a strong murderous aura rose to the sky, and in that murderous aura was full of resentment towards everything and the desolation of loss. Feeling this murderous aura, the ministers retreated in fright, and the guards hurriedly blocked Freel III and did their best to hold up the shield.

"Kill!"

Smith let out a desperate roar and swept his eyes over the crowd, his eyes full of destruction:

"It's you, it's you who killed my only son, I want you to be buried with me!"

Endless various elements swarmed and poured into Smither's body, causing his body to swell and his strength to grow rapidly.

"Die!"

Smith rushed into the crowd with the body of the Great Prince in his arms, but it was too late for everyone to escape.

"Boom!

A mushroom cloud appeared in the middle of the city, and after a few seconds, a gust of wind blew through the smoke, revealing the ruins within. The courtiers and Freir III slowly opened their eyes, only to find a golden curtain of light in front of them. With the light curtain as the boundary, one side is already full of devastation and lifeless; On the other hand, there was no damage at all.