"You madman!", Assomend hung his head, his eyes scarlet and frantic, and the blood almost covered most of his eyes, invading into his sockets. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info The muscles on his forehead were all brushed clean with a steel brush, and Vonkos himself couldn't help but run outside and vomit first, but it was Asomend, who was rarely stiff. He was like a wounded beast, panting, his teeth rubbing against each other, making a terrible sound.

Wren shrugged his shoulders and walked to the door and closed it, even if it was Funkos, Wren would not let him access his core secret.

As if sensing something, Assomend calmed down, blood and minced flesh mixed with his complete muscle fibers, which was extremely hideous and terrifying. He lowered his head and looked up at Wren viciously, he realized that his life had officially entered the countdown.

Wren walked up to him, pulled a white handkerchief out of his pocket, and carefully wiped the blood on his face and the meat sauce mixed with minced meat. Finally, he threw the white scarlet handkerchief on the ground.

"Actually, you should know why I killed you. Wren rubbed the ring on his middle finger and looked at Assomende seriously and calmly, "You have something that doesn't belong to you, and that's what killed you." ”

Assomender was stunned, and he immediately reacted, the so-called power that Wren said should be the pyramid he picked up when he was sixteen years old. In the next moment, he also realized that Wren might have a certain degree of similarity to his experience, otherwise Wren would not have known the secret, he had never told anyone about it.

Sticking out his tongue and licking his white teeth, the muscles in his cheeks contracted, and he opened two rows of teeth, "So, you also picked up something, didn't you?"

Wren smiled and shook his head, "You don't understand!", he accentuated his tone, and reiterated again, "You don't understand!"

"You people don't understand anything, and in my spare time I read a book about a myth about what happened when the world was opened. Most of these stories may be fictional, but the ideas in the stories are not fictional.

"Human beings live in this world, not only to compete with nature, with other species, but also with human beings themselves. What is the contention for? What is fighting for is the luck of one side and a glimmer of vitality. If you don't fight, others will fight, they will come to kill you, and then snatch the slightest chance from you and hold it tightly in your hands. This slim chance is too much, just like a strand of hair, gradually turning into a rope, a strong rope!"

"Some people don't understand why they fight!", Wren remembered the people he had killed before with all kinds of adventures, and his heart was extremely firm at this time, "but I understand, so I fought, I paid the price, and I had to collect enough in return, so you are now chained here, and I am in charge of your fate." ”

He walked to the edge of the torture rack, and the dazzling array of torture instruments sometimes made people feel the difficulty of choosing, especially the strange shapes of some torture instruments that made people completely confused about how these things were born and how they should be used. Wren finally chose a sharp knife, a foot long, narrow and sharp, with a cold luster on the blade.

Assomander was confused, he didn't understand what Wren was talking about, what was the dispute, and what it had to do with him.

Seeing Wren walking over with a sharp knife, he squeezed out a smile, but he forgot that he had long since lost the hypocritical face that could deceive many people, only slender muscle tissue and ligaments, and the smile was terrifying enough. His body trembled slightly, in this world, or in the group of all intelligent beings, there is actually no one who is not afraid of death.

It's just that many times the weight of death is far less than the certain eternity they are pursuing, so they can face death relatively calmly, which is not to say that they are really not afraid of death. In Assomend's mind, it was clear that survival was greater than all other things, whether it was pursuits, dreams, beliefs...... , are far less important than living. He pleaded, "Spare me this time, I can give you whatever you want." You say you want to fight, what to fight for? I will give up, the throne, dignity, wealth and status, as long as you open your mouth, everything will be given to you. ”

Wren held the knife in his right hand, and suddenly his left hand struck out like lightning, clenching Assomend's chin tightly, and pushing it upwards with force, while the sharp knife in his right hand slammed into Assomend's chest, pulling horizontally.

A cut of about fifteen centimeters appeared on his chest, and it took about a second or so for blood to gush out. He drew his sharp knife and pressed it against the struggling Assomend and thrust his right hand into the wound. Beyond the protection of the ribs, he felt that a beating heart was beating violently, and he held the heart tightly and squeezed it hard!

He let go of his left hand and pulled his right hand out of Asomend's chest, shaking the blood off his hand, the ring on his middle finger burning slightly, and a new rune lit up. Feeling the special information coming from the ring, he took out a novice handkerchief with an expressionless face and wiped his hand roughly.

Assomende's whole body was paralyzed, and from time to time his body would twitch or tremble twice, hanging like a dead pig on a hook.

A large amount of blood gushed down his chest, down his body, forming a pool of blood at his feet. When Assomend was completely silent, the blood trail quickly contracted around a black dot in the middle. It's a contraction, but it's better to say that this black dot is frantically absorbing the blood around it. When all the blood was sucked dry, a pyramid with a metallic luster appeared quietly.

Wren glanced at it, bent down and picked up the pyramid, tossed it in his hand, and put it in his pocket.

He didn't know what the pyramid was, but he could only confirm that it might be Assomende's golden finger. As if he didn't know it, the moment he killed Asomend, a light-year away, a huge spaceship suddenly broke free from faster-than-light travel.

The entire spaceship, which is full of sci-fi colors, flashes colorful signal lights, giving the illusion of being very busy. But the closer I got to this spaceship, the more I could feel a desolate atmosphere, and I couldn't feel even the slightest bit of life from this spaceship. An emotionless, cold mechanical synthesized voice rang out in the empty command hall, "Parasite Nineteen's call program was unexpectedly halted for the first connection...... , the connection fails, the verification mechanism does not respond, and Nest 3 enters hibernation, waiting for the next wake-up ......"

The spaceship, which was flashing lights and signal lights everywhere, was like a power outage in an instant, losing all its light, losing all its breath, like a meteorite that existed forever, floating in the dark universe.

Two days had passed on a planet light years away from the spaceship, and the entire empire had been shocked by a major event.

The only heir of the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc, in the course of the Northern Expedition, was shamelessly killed.

In order to calm the desperate anger in her heart, the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc personally led 5,000 elite knights to the place where Azomend was killed, and after confirming Assomend's identity with the help of an alchemist, she lost her mind and ordered her knights to slaughter the city.

Upon learning of this, Empress Pars contacted the Archduke of Joan of Arc via the Magic Sound Box and demanded that the Archduke remain calm and immediately stop such a horrific action. But Archduke Joan of Arc, carried away by despair and grief, did not carry out Empress Pars's orders, and in five days, a city was turned into a dead field!

Such a horrific act aroused the public outrage of the entire empire, and all parties stood up to denounce the dehumanization of the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc, and demanded that the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc immediately disband all the armed forces under his command and go to the imperial capital to confess his guilt.

But the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc did not do so, but returned to his fiefdom with all the knights, and closed all external passages and cut off all contact with the outside world.

Numerous civilians took to the streets to call for severe punishment for the perpetrators of the massacre. The major parties also took the opportunity to jump out to expand their influence, agitate and incite hatred among the common people, and Empress Pars was put on a firestand, and she was now faced with a dilemma.

Either comply with the will of the people, the commander of the army will attack the feudal state of the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc, and arrest this crazy woman to the imperial capital for trial, so as to appease the anger of the people.

Either when nothing happened, continue the Northern Expedition and remain silent.

But no matter which choice it is, it is extremely difficult in the current environment.

Choosing the former means that the Northern Expedition will be terminated. The tens of thousands of elite cavalry of the Grand Duke of Joan of Arc are enough to involve the most critical force in the hands of Her Majesty the Empress, and even Grace, who is sitting on the Western Front, must be recalled, otherwise it will be difficult for her to win such a war.

By choosing the latter, the Northern Expedition could naturally continue, but she would also lose popular support.

Empress Pars, who had not been furious for a long time since Gampon's death, once again smashed everything in her study. Things had just gotten better, and the empire was just beginning to get back on track the way she had planned, and a man had jumped out to force her to make a decision she wasn't willing to make.

How could she possibly be able to stay calm?

Vito watched as she wiped her sweat as Empress Pars paced back and forth, occasionally raising her leg and kicking at whatever she could give her a vent. Occasionally, she tilted her head to look at Vito, and then smiled sneeringly, trash!

Yes, waste.

So far, Vito has not come up with a good enough suggestion to settle this matter, and his ability is simply far inferior to Ganwen, which can be said to be useless. When people are angry, they can only see the shortcomings of others, but they cannot see the strengths of others. Compared with Gampon, Vito also has his own advantages, but unfortunately in the anger of Empress Pars, she ignored them.