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Jessore clenched the blade in his hand, viscous blood dripping down his fingertips, warm and scarlet. Some of the blood stains that had dried up were firmly adhered to the palm of his hand, perhaps because of the exertion, Jesall was directly pale and stiff.

Also, there was a slight tremble.

He had completed his attack, almost perfectly, and under his sword, no living creature would survive, it was a sword that pierced the heart, precise and terrifying!

And now, all he had to do was pull his sword out of his heart and wait for his opponent's death. He's already won.

But......

"...... you, why did you do this, why did you do this......" The trembling tone was full of Jessor's truest fear, the heart-wrenching pain, and finally his eternal numb eyes broke free from the deeply suppressed true self.

Jessor didn't dare to move, not only did he not dare to withdraw his weapon, but he tried to maintain stability and balance. Because the place where his sword reached was not the target he expected, but the sudden killing of the person who entered the entrance, which he could not have imagined.

His son, the dragon!

"Why...... Why? Why are you doing this! The emotions that could no longer be suppressed were like a flood that burst the embankment and sloped out, and all the restraints and numbness finally broke through the shackles when he met the only person he really cared about in this world.

His sword pierced through the heart, piercing the dragon's heart and, of course, Vam's heart.

"Ahem." He couldn't hold back the injury in his body anymore, the dragon spit out a pool of thick blood, the blood was scarlet and warm, this was arterial blood, his myocardial artery had been completely shattered, bearing such an injury, even the gods were powerless to return to the sky.

"Failed...... Van is sorry, but I still couldn't save you. The dragon said softly word by word, just such a simple sentence, under the convulsions of extreme pain in his heart, almost exhausted most of his physical strength.

Jessor's power was only deeply felt by the dragon, and it was a terror that even he needed to look up to, so when Jessor's desperate sword was issued, he knew that under this sword, Van would only end up with death. So he finally stood up, and he did not want to see his father make mistakes again and again, nor to see the son of the old man die in front of him.

Therefore, the moment before this sword was about to approach Van Fan, he blocked it with his own flesh and blood.

However, the results ...... Even if he tried everything, it was nothing more than that. Jessor's sword was too fast and heavy, piercing him and Van Yi together.

"You know it's useless, why are you standing in front of him!" Jessor's voice was low, almost wailing, like a wounded beast suffering from the loss of a child.

"Ahem." The dragon couldn't restrain himself from spitting out another mouthful of blood and spraying it in Jessor's face.

"Father...... You're right, I know it's useless, but I can't just watch you get wrong again and again...... Kyle Manson is right, you have fallen, you are no longer the loving father in my heart, you are no longer the great First Speaker of the Summit Council...... Now you are just a puppet without a soul, and the entire Summit Council is also some ghost who has been manipulated...... Such you, such a council, I would rather him be destroyed, anyone. ”

"And if my death can get back a little bit of your conscience...... So my sacrifice ...... It's worth it after all......"

"Dragon ......," Jessor cried out in pain.

"We were so wrong that we were going to hell after all...... Rather than watch you perish, let me witness our demise with my own hands...... Father, allow me to call you one last Father......"

The dragon lowered its head, and then, with all its strength, twisted its right hand.

There was a sword there, too, and that sword pierced Jessore too, and it was his heart!

The dragon wept tears of great pain, and the sorrow and pain that made him barely breathe as his sword and Jessor pierced each other together.

Killing fathers and sons, the tragic song of the world, what a tragic and cruel ending this is!

Feeling the strength of his heart increasing little by little, the unspeakable stinging pain tormented the old Jesor, but strangely, he felt a peace that he had never felt at this moment.

The numbing struggle vanished, and in the last leg of his life, Jesor finally broke free from his bondage, broke free from his desires, and escaped from his cage as he watched his own flesh and blood die under his sword.

Qingming, what flashed in his eyes was the long-lost Qingming. That **** manipulated his will endlessly night after night, and finally lost control of him at this moment.

"Dragon ......" gently brushed the dragon's painful cheek with his trembling left hand, and at this moment, Jessor was warm and kind.

"Father, father......?" The dragon slowly raised his head, and the feeling he hadn't felt for a long time made him finally find a familiar breath in the unfamiliar Jesor.

"Yes, it's me, I'm back."

"You're back? ...... "Hot tears, rushing hot tears poured down, sadness and joy emerged at the same time, contradictions and firmness mixed with each other, the corners of the dragon's mouth spilled blood, but his heart finally calmed down.

"Child, I'm back, my child ......"

"Father...... Belch! The dragon hissed in pain, and was about to fall when he was unsteady on his feet, but was firmly held by Jessor's strong, large hand.

Leaning on his father's shoulder, the dragon seemed to return to his childhood, when he was always able to rely on his father like this, but when was he no longer able to do so? The dragon at this moment, at the end of his life, has the last wish to know the answer to everything.

"I'm sorry...... It's all my fault, it's all my fault...... The Worm Crystal Extraction Technique has been a huge conspiracy from the very beginning...... The thirst for power made me lose my mind, and slowly, the entire Summit Council degenerated, including me......"

"It's starting to influence us, change us, manipulate us...... Until, we forget who we are......"

"What the hell is it?" The dragon murmured weakly.

"It's omnipresent, it's omnipotent, it's powerful, it's real, and it's ethereal. I don't know what it is, the answer, not the realm that we mortals can set foot in. ”

Looking past the dragon in front of him, Jessor's twilight eyes finally looked at Van who had also been pierced through the heart by his sword.

"I'm sorry, native species. What I did to you was not my intention, it was it that it was eyeing you, it was that it wanted you to die. ”

"You're right, dragon, the native species really shouldn't die, he is the hope of all, but I, with my own hands, destroyed our hope......" The blood gushed from Jessore's mouth, his old body trembling, and he was pressed against his son.

"Kid...... You should have left a long time ago...... Actually, I warned you a long time ago, you never understood why I wanted you to stay with Luo, and you didn't understand why I didn't let you learn the Worm Crystal Extraction Technique...... That's the only love I can keep for you after being manipulated...... It's just that you don't understand...... What I wanted was for you to leave with Lo...... Perhaps, it is my father's identity that binds you...... I'm sorry, kid, I'm sorry......"

Jessor slowly closed his eyes, feeling the cold dragon in his arms, in fact, he knew in his heart that before he could say his last words, the dragon had lost his breath.

Pain, remorse, anger, blame, all the emotions churned through Jessor's mind, but it was too late, it was all over, everything was ......

The dragon is dead, he is going to die, the native species, is also about to die, what will happen in the future? It was something that had nothing to do with him anymore, but it was a disaster he single-handedly created.

But, is that really the end of it?

Holding the blade of the sword tightly with one hand, Fan pulled the piercing sword out of his body little by little, and blood flowed along his palm, which showed the sharpness of this long sword.

Pieces of shattered bone armor fell from his body, revealing the flesh beneath him that looked like it had been soaked in a pool of blood.

A huge wound remained in his heart, and a huge amount of liquid gushed out, but his body was as firm as a loose!

"You ......" Jessor's pupils contracted sharply at this moment, first surprised, then puzzled, and finally relieved.

"I see...... I see...... Hehe...... Ha ha. ”

"You, you gave birth to a good son......" Fan said softly.

"Yes, he is a good son, after all, he saved me with his life, and also saved you...... Forgive me, native species, go to the Summit Council, the bottom of the Hall of Light, where you have the answers you want, this is the only reminder I can give you. Lynn is right, you are the hope of all, only you, only, you. With these last words, Jessor finally stopped breathing, ending his great but equally sinful life.

Slowly taking the bodies of the two, Fan was speechless and silent.

Blood was still flowing from his heart, but it didn't matter, because he had lost his heart a long time ago, and now the organs of his whole body were replaced by tissues with strange structures.

Therefore, this piercing sword failed to kill him after all. And this is the terrible thing about the native species.

Of course, what really changed the outcome was not his peculiar body structure, but the dragon that blocked the attack with his flesh and blood at the critical moment.

If it weren't for the dragon, even if Fan didn't have the structure of a heart, this sword would be enough to kill him, and if it wasn't for the inner armor sent by the dragon, the consequences of Jessore's sword would definitely blow up Fan's chest completely.

When Jessor saw the inner armor for the last time, his knowing eyes spoke for themselves.

Looking at the father and son who were dying in front of him, the silent Van inexplicably felt a strong fire of anger and revenge burning in his chest!

Is this human tragedy of killing fathers and sons really caused by themselves? At this moment, for the one who had never heard of it, Fan's hatred was almost beyond everything!

"It'...... It! ”

Van turned sharply with red eyes.

A strong sense of crisis stung his mind, and across from him were Dahl and Lancelot, who were smirking at each other.

"Jessor, this piece of shit, I can't kill you like this." As if from the Nine Hells, Dahl's grin was ghostly and wolf-wailing, a sound that no human could make.

"But it doesn't matter, you're already seriously injured, this is my perfect prey!" After saying that, Dallandlot roared up!

Looking at the two pathetic creatures in front of him who had been completely manipulated, Fan clenched his fists and roared word by word.

"Whatever you are, I will not let you go!" (To be continued.) )