"Kill me, I've lived long ago anyway."

Irica looked straight at Demirik, her eyes long gone, only unforgettable hatred.

It is also inevitable that what kind of seed is sown, what kind of fruit will be reaped.

At the beginning, it was the shame of Irica in exchange for the stability of the whole country, and now it may be the original backlash.

But at that moment, all her glory and wealth came from her country. At this moment, we have to pay for this with our lives.

Who's wrong?

After all, Demirik Saint has regained his true colors as a Draconian, and although he has been very comfortable with Irica for a while, a pariah will always be a pariah.

If you bite your owner's dog, you have to die!

The same goes for.

So St. Demirik is going to do it immediately,

"Wait!"

"Scared? Tell you, it's too late! Demirik's expression was hideous, and a golden pistol that showed his status appeared in his hand.

Irica smiled disdainfully: "I just don't want the final death funeral to be defiled by you, if you want to kill me, I hope he will do it." ”

She pointed to Joan.

"Compared to the beast in the garb of nobility, you have some ridiculous behavior, but you can do some kind to some people. Besides, I designed your favorite Hancock to suffer a very tragic fate, don't you want to avenge her personally? ”

"Actually, I have avenged her revenge, and I caused you to be the way you are now." Joan had no interest in killing such a mortal person.

It can be said that Irica's current situation is single-handedly promoted by him, and he only relies on Demirik Saint If it weren't for the identity of the Celestial Dragon, he would have helped him to kill him.

The most important thing for Joan is how to get Hancock out of danger, and it doesn't matter to her whether or not Erica dies.

Illica smiled miserably: "You know, I envy her, if I ...... It doesn't matter! Say sorry to her for me. ”

After speaking, she rushed towards Demirik Saint with a resolute attitude, scaring the fat middle-aged Draco man and involuntarily pulling the trigger.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

The blood flowers bloomed as if they were withering on the holy land, and I don't know if the sins were removed or if they had once again infected the place.

Outside the house, a cluster of azalendrons is blooming.

"Whew...... Scared me to death, what a crazy woman, a pariah is a pariah! "Saint Demirik still seems to have palpitations.

Irica's eyes looked into the distance, and she didn't know what was hiding in her pupils.

……

……

The night is miserable.

Because what happened to St. Demirik implicated the entire slave of Mary Joy.

After all, this is a vicious incident that has not happened for a long time, and the Celestial Dragon people themselves will not regard their efforts as human beings, and after this incident, they will intensify their revenge on all the slaves.

Just today, I don't know how many people lost their lives because of it.

The suppressed screams did not stop until late at night.

Somewhere in the slave's dwelling, they themselves suffered a miserable fate for a day, and they could only lick their wounds silently.

I don't know who started first, and a hoarse and unpleasant singing voice sounded.

“…… Come, hunger and cold...... Forced ...... Affiliation"

As the sound spreads, many people slowly echo it, as if there is a force supporting them in the song.

This song, which I don't know when it began to circulate among slave groups, became their spiritual pillar.

Many people also have the motivation to live because of this, and fantasize about the state in the song - it can only be fantasy.

It is simply impossible to become a slave of the Celestial Dragons and to be free.

Not long ago, there was a fish-man slave who escaped from the city, and many of them were tortured very badly.

However, the slaves did not know the specific information, and some guards claimed that the fish-man slaves did not escape, but were killed.

In short, it is impossible to tell whether the truth is true or false, but all the slaves want the fish-man to escape, even if he is a fish-man, because it represents their ethereal fantasies.

Tezzolo was unlucky, he was the one to be targeted.

I don't know if it's because the guards who guard him look at him very unpleasantly, or if it's some other reason, but he is indeed more miserable than the others.

This situation causes Tezzolo's hatred to build up, and it may only take a moment for it to erupt with terrifying power.

Of course, there is also the possibility of death in silence.

Some people don't think so.

While the group was whispering their 'slave song', someone snuck out of the room and passed by Tezzolo's room, noticing that anyone was noticing his movements.

Soon.

In just a quarter of an hour, a very large number of soldiers appeared and took all the singing slaves into account.

"These are the people who sing songs that advocate unity and resistance, and they want to learn from the escaped slave." A man with a bomb collar around his neck shook his head.

It's almost like sticking a tail in the back to be a dog.

"What song?"

"I don't dare sing, sir."

"I'll let you sing it, don't be afraid, that's what I said."

"...... Start"

Syllable~!

A whip was drawn, and the leader of the soldier who spoke just now withdrew the bloody whip: "You dare to sing this kind of song, do you also have dissatisfaction with the Tianlong people in your heart?" ”

"This adult, the conscience of heaven and earth, I am different from them, I just heard them sing and felt very wrong, so I quickly ran over and told the adults. I listened to them sing these things, and they have nothing to do with me. The man bared his teeth in pain, but he did not dare to resist at all, but his body was bent up, and his backbone seemed to be broken.

"Hmph, believe you once, take all these people away, I want to find out who dared to create this kind of song so boldly." A group of soldiers snatched all the slaves out like wolves.

What awaits them is likely to be an even more tragic fate.

……

……

The Red Earth Continent is towering into the sky, almost completely vertically up and down, such a height is a real natural for many ordinary people.

Even many expert rock climbers and adventurers have not challenged the Red Clay Continent.

One is that it's too dangerous, and it's basically an impossible challenge.

Another point is that this is the residence of the Draconians, their holy city, and there are indeed madmen in this world who dare to challenge the Draconians, but they have never succeeded in 800 years.

More than 30 years ago, Locks was the closest to that goal, but in the end it fell short.

And that night, on the cliffs of the Red Earth Continent, a figure was climbing up.

The figure was pulled long, long in the moonlight, like a ghost.