His son's face was inexplicably inexplicable, and he didn't understand at all: why, his father wanted to kill his own men?

The other living guards around them were all horrified, and the Governor's eyes were full of scarlet murderous aura when they looked at them, and the other three immediately understood that they had heard something they should not have heard, and what fate they were about to face, so they immediately threw off their armor and fled into the distance.

"Son, kill them all!!" roared the fierce Governor Timoses.

Although his son Spasar was a little unsure why he wanted to kill the guards in the palace, his body did not compromise on his father's orders.

When his father rushed to the second guard, the son of the governor, who was as strong as a sub-giant, had already "rumbled" and crashed into one of the silver-armored guards who had scattered and fled with the others.

The squire who had been knocked off smashed into the surrounding stone pillars again, spurting out a mouthful of blood in pain all over his face, and indeed he had already received serious internal injuries.

But that's not all.

Spazar was as strong as a bear, and after two or three steps to catch up, he grabbed the opponent's ankles with both hands, lifted the opponent's body of more than two hundred pounds, and "buzzed" through half a circle from the air, and smashed heavily on the ground in an "L" shape, causing the steel armor on the poor guard's back to bend more than 45 degrees.

The spine of the guard who had been hit by this was already broken and dislocated, and the whole person was dizzy, but the severe pain reminded him not to faint.

The ends of his wet hair resemble the tip of a brush, making red lines on the ground.

Because he couldn't turn around and look back, he could only use the corner of his eye to watch in horror as the shadow of the "demon" on the ground approached with a voice close at hand.

The blood-red joints of the dying guard's hands kept pulling and moving on the ground, and his nails were snapped in the cracks of the ground due to excessive force, but even if his ten fingers continued to ooze dark red blood, he didn't care anymore.

There was only one simple thought in his mind: to get away from the demonic father and son, and to flee far away!!

It's a pity that this simple dying wish is just a luxury.

Sparsar laughed, his eyes shining with bloodthirst, like a child getting a playful "big toy".

Karako......

He jumped up and sat on the waist of the guard who was desperately trying to "escape", close to a fifth of a ton of weight, smashed the guard to the ground and let out a desperate wail, his body twitched like a skinned frog, and let out a desperate and fearful roar of "Ahhh......h

In the midst of this hellish scene, Timothy's foolish son wrapped his arms around the guard's head and pulled it upwards as if it were a seedling, and a series of bones popped apart with a crisp sound.

By degrees......

The steel helmet was pinched and gradually deformed until the other party could no longer make the slightest sound of miserable howls and moans.

Then.

"Poof...... Buzila......" a fresh crunch like pork ham tearing apart.

The flesh of the neck of the guard with the silver helmet stretched longer and longer, until it suddenly "collapsed" and broke apart. Blood spilled from every crack in the helmet as if it didn't need money, and then suddenly, a whole white stubble stubble spine dragon, like a limp dead snake flesh, was skinned and pulled out by the snake man. The vertebrae hung limply under the skull like a drooping lizard tail, and the blood on the severed neck stubble was like thick cream squeezed out by a pastry chef, pouring red tomato juice from the rapid pumping of the heart.

Spazar licked his lips excitedly, then glanced at the object in his hand with disgust, just throwing it like garbage.

A deformed "tin can wrapped in meat" rolled all the way out and into the dark and cramped corner of the floor tiles at the edge of the school field.

Just in Sparsar a delay in playing kung fu.

Timothy had easily caught up with the other two fleeing guards, punched them one by one, directly shattered their hearts and lungs from behind and died, and threw an iron shield with strong qi attached to the last suspicious "ear" alive.

The flying shield was wrapped in a heavy force like a storm, and it cut directly through the half-palm-thick iron vest like tofu, and then cut into it like a high-speed serrated flywheel in a hardware processing factory, and directly embedded it in the back of the fourth fleeing guard.

Although the shield did not penetrate the armor on the front, it had directly cut off the vitality of the last guard.

He let out a strange moan of "Hoho ......", which was due to a large amount of internal bleeding overflowing his lungs, trachea and other empty places in his body, and his mouth and nose were gushing with blood like a rapidly squeezed toothpaste.

Under the severe blow of the broken spine and the shattering of internal organs, the poor guard's hands could no longer control themselves, and could only flutter up and down like stranded dolphins, but he could no longer move even half a meter.

Timothy still walked forward with an indifferent face, and the voice was like the death knell of death, urging the fall of a life.

The killing overlord said to himself: Although I don't know which of you are the eyeliner of the AIDS Kingdom or other forces, now is not the time for my ambition to be exposed. Although I have the support of the Syndicate behind me and have the opportunity to become the head of a country, it would not be good if I made the AIDS King feel a sense of crisis in advance.

After all, there is still an old immortal in the palace who is not a man, who can compete with the lord left behind by the Syndicate, but when I am also promoted to the rank of legend, those neutral ministers who are still holding on to the death will also secretly crawl in the dust under the feet of my Emperor Moses. At that time...... Hmm!

I'd rather teach me to bear the world than teach the world to bear me!

The four of you who died for the inheritance of a future king are considered to have died a well-deserved death, and you should be honored.

If a man can't pass on the eternal and eternal traditions, he must be like His Majesty the Centaur Khan, who once almost conquered half of the main continent, and leave a fierce name that will shock the world for thousands of years.

I, Timoses, will be crushed in this life.

Maybe if I'm lucky, let my son get a few more mothers-in-law, and have another smart grandson who can inherit the throne, and continue to let my descendants enjoy a hundred years of national glory, maybe ~~~

Aha......!!!!!

Boom ......!

Beneath the riveted steel boots of Timothy, another pathetic young life faded away.

With a furious stamping that contains the power of the Stone Dragon's [Bonesplitting strike].

A large pane of milky white brains mixed with minced meat, blood, and bone residue splattered into a radial circle, red, white, gray, and black oil paint, on the large gray canvas - depicting a horrible and hideous scene of flesh and blood like the cry of a hungry ghost in hell.

The sea is foggy.

At this time, the rain gradually increased, slowly washing away the blood and sin that was all over the ground.

No other slave nearby dared to peek into this place.

Everything seemed to be in the midst of Timothy's murderous laughter—trembling as if weeping for the boundless creatures of the earth that were about to be slaughtered.

The camera zooms out farther and farther and higher.

The blowing sea breeze and the thick mist obscured everyone's sight, and the bloody sins that were happening on the earth all the time.

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