Frank looked particularly ridiculous at this point, like a big toy that had been broken by a naughty little boy, and because half of his upper body was missing, the slightest movement would tip over like a spinning top that broke his balance. But luckily, its opponent Rhodes was weaker at the moment, and he could be easily defeated without any difficult moves.

Frank staggered and staggered, stomping on Rod's back, and the famous 'Wrath of God' lay on the ground like a dead dog to be ravaged. The weapon was destroyed, and blood poured out of his mouth, staining half of his face and the ground beneath him.

The protective effect of the Holy Light Shield became weaker and weaker until it completely disappeared, while the effect of the Sleeping Mixture became more and more obvious, such a heavy stamping was as comfortable for Rhodes as a back massage, and the Sandman was harassing him, so he didn't feel much pain.

"Oh, that's enough,"

Rod's consciousness had begun to blur, coughing up blood and whispering: "Get off me, this master, I'm going to sleep." ”

yes, there's nothing more important than sleeping now, and as for vomiting blood, it's getting used to spitting and spitting.

Just as Rhodes wanted to close his eyes completely and leap into the deep but comfortable darkness, as if in a dream, an anxious voice sounded in his head: "Master, you can't die here. ”

"Dead? It's funny who said I'm going to die, I just need to rest, even the chief witcher. ”

Rod thought silently in his heart.

"Of course you can have an eternal sleep, but not now, and not in such a humiliating way."

"Who are you, really long-winded, leave me alone."

"Please open your eyes and look at us again, we have followed you in countless battles, and now we can no longer serve you, so please look at us again, and then say goodbye like this."

The voice pleaded.

"Alright, well, don't pretend to be pathetic, I'm going to see who you are......"

Rhodes forced himself to open his eyes a slit, and then he saw a hunting crossbow trampled to pieces not far away, and a twin knife broken into four pieces.

"Are you talking, old man?"

Tears flowed from the corners of Rod's eyes, and he silently asked in his heart, "You have saved my life countless times, and now you are calling me back?" ”

However, no more voices were heard.

Maurice walked over, kicked aside the witcher's weapon, which had been turned into rags, and then said to Wren with relief, "You are wonderful, my son, it is thanks to your bold plan that we were able to save a life from Rod's men and succeed in turning defeat into victory." ”

He patted Wren on the shoulder with a kind smile, "Although I often say things like 'Frank is my greatest creation,' in my heart, the only thing I can do is you, Wren, and I hope you understand that." ”

"I know, father, you don't need to say anything about it."

Wren said with some embarrassment.

Morris nodded, then turned his gaze to Rhodes, who was almost trampled to death—maybe he had already been trampled to death, the guy was motionless now.

"Alright, Frank."

Morris ordered, "It's time for us to go, and take the guy you trampled to death with us." ”

"You're going to take Rod's body?"

Wren asked in surprise.

"Yes, Frank is damaged like this, and I don't think there's any need to repair it. As the chief witcher, this guy Rhodes not only has extremely strong combat strength, but also has a very strong body, can you imagine, even without the Holy Light Shield, his body is still as strong as steel! ”

Morris said excitedly, "You see, the last witcher who was trampled under Frank's feet like this turned into a meatloaf in a few clicks, right?" And Rhodes has hardly changed - of course, breaking a few bones is probably inevitable - if such a body were made into flesh giants, how powerful it would be, it is unimaginable! ”

"Yes, yes, it's really unimaginable."

Wren nodded with difficulty, is a warrior like Rhodes going to be made into a mindless, soulless, deformed and twisted living dead?

Along the way from Greenland to Hotwind, Wren not only saw Frank kill many people, but also helped him kill many people. There's no way, that's it for running for your life, if you don't kill the enemy, then it's yourself who dies, so he doesn't have too much guilt in his heart.

'What's wrong with avenging your mother?' What's wrong with avenging your wife? Why is it that Peter the sinner can live safely in prison while we have to endure his heart-rending pain in vain? Since you have succeeded in driving a good man into a madman, you must accept the terrible revenge of this madman. ’

Wren had been telling himself this in his mind before.

But now, when he heard that he was going to make Rhodes into a new flesh giant, his mind kept repeating the scene he had just made: in the carriage, his father agreed to his plan without hesitation; And after he ordered Frank to smash his own son over, Rod caught him without thinking.

Yes, that's what the plan is, and sure enough, even the chief witcher is just a fool who claims to be righteous, so he's now killed by Frank, and that's the price he paid for his stupidity.

But no, such a person should not at least be made into a deformed monster like a flesh giant after death.

"That's not good."

Wren blurted out.

"Huh? What's not good? Oh oops, this shitty has fallen again! ”

Morris asked casually, he was upset by Frank, he lost his right half of the upper body, and it seemed that he couldn't bend over to carry Rod properly, and he always fell to the ground because he couldn't balance well.

"I mean, it's not a good idea to make Rhodes a flesh giant."

"What do you say, son?"

Morris said suspiciously: "This kind of strong body is not something that can be encountered casually, and even if we encounter it again, we are not sure that we will be able to kill someone as powerful as him again." ”

"Because...... Well...... We're in a hurry, Father, and we're going to have to get back to Hot Wind right away and ask Lewis to arrange the next smuggling as soon as possible. ”

Wren thought of a reason, "In this way, it would be too conspicuous to carry a corpse, let alone Frank." ”

"Oh, it's not a conflict, you see, there are a few more wagons here, we can stuff Rhodes into the carriage and drive the wagon back to Hotwind. As for Frank, this guy is useless, and I'll order him to dig a hole big enough and bury himself later. ”

Morris said indifferently.

"Well, father, to be honest, I just don't think this guy Rhodes is a bad guy, we killed him because he wanted to kill you - and now that has been done. At least after his death, we should not disturb his long sleep, let alone turn him into a monster. ”

Wren hesitated for a moment, embarrassed to say what was in his heart.

Maurice stared at him incredulously, first silent for a while, and then scolded:

"Idiot! What an idiot! How could I have such an idiot son as you? I'm so angry, are we killing fewer people along the way? Do you think you're some kind of innocent little white rabbit?! You're not, Wren, not now, and not in the future. Remember, you are the murderer's son, his assistant, and an accomplice, and you are destined to be wanted forever like him, so you can't be a white rabbit anymore, and wipe out the disgusting kindness in your heart! Oh my God, that's so disgusting! ”

With that, Morris made an exaggerated vomiting motion, "Yes, you make me sick, Wren." Do you think I'm going to agree to your ridiculous request? Is it because you idiot said something casually, I will also dig a pit like an idiot and bury Rod, and waste this precious corpse in vain, right? Maybe you'll continue to ask me to erect a tombstone for him? You know, Wren, Frank is so much more useful than you - of course it's not that useful now because it's so badly damaged - and even then, at least it's going to do its best to kick my enemies in the foot, instead of pleading with them like a fool! ”

Morris finally stopped, as he had to stop and catch his breath, while Wren was stunned by his father's hysterical taunts.

Wren had never seen his father behave like this, neither before nor after her accident, not only by the utterly sarcastic words, but also by the old witch's frowning expression and funny body movements, all of which made him speechless.

Was it really the middle-aged man in front of me who patted me on the shoulder just now and kindly said, 'In my heart, my only truly great work is you'?

Wren asked himself in his heart, and then he figured it out, for the first time in a long time.

That is, my father is really crazy, not in an emotional sense, but because he really has a mental problem, since when did it start? Wren silently recalled, maybe ten days ago, maybe two months ago, and of course, more likely, he had gone crazy from the moment he created Frank.

From that moment on, his purpose was no longer simply to avenge his wife, and the pleasure of revenge alone could not satisfy him at all - he had to destroy something, kill something, and only then could he find the meaning of his existence. If Frank is a collection of flesh and blood, then his father is a collection of hatred and hatred. It's not so much that he's looking for greater power, but rather that he's just longing to embody boundless hatred, and no one can stop it—not even his own son.

Poor Maurice, unbeknownst to him, on the night Frank was born, another monster appeared, and that was himself.

Wren, who had figured all this out, no longer had fear or love in his heart, he looked at the man in front of him sadly and remained silent for a long time.

"You dare to stare at me, Wren, who gave you such guts!"

Maurice was furious by Wren's eyes, and a twisted anger surged back into his heart, "You think you can provoke me, and you think that with that pathetic little cleverness, you can ride on my head from now on?" I see, you probably think that Frank is no longer very useful, so you don't have to obey me anymore - don't be stupid, son, you shouldn't have such unrealistic fantasies, what is Frank, when I transform Rhodes into a flesh giant, he will be a hundred times stronger than Frank! With him, no one can disobey me! ”

"Hoo ......"

Wren took a deep breath, then said calmly: "You are wrong, father, the reason why I obey you, let you command, and am willing to follow you to the end of the world is not because you have such powerful servants as flesh giants under your command, but because I love you. Just as you love my mother, as any son loves his father, you know father, out of love, not out of fear. ”

"Damn boy......"

Morris's face was blue and red, and after a while, he finally said in a hollow but calm tone: "I love you too, Wren, there is no doubt about it." But this will not affect my decision, I will never let go of Rod's corpse, this matter is not negotiable......"

Without warning, the change happened just as he was about to say the next word.

Several huge golden rays flashed, and Frank, who was already mutilated, was completely shattered.

"I agree with this lad."

Rhodes just stood up from the severed arm, holding a golden light knife composed of pure energy in each hand, "In my opinion, let's put the matter of turning me into a monster for a while, what do you say?" ”

"This guy isn't even dead!?"

Maurice and Wren changed their faces at the same time, and the argument between father and son over what to do with the corpses of their enemies instantly became a joke, and although Rhodes looked as bad as dead at this time, he was indeed alive, and had just cut Frank into minced meat with the light knife in his hand.

"You, you monster!"

Morris shouted, turned and ran towards the carriage.

Rod slowly raised his hands, and the two light knives in his hands also changed shape, and when he finally made the action of aiming, the light knives also transformed into the shape of a hunting crossbow.

Then, an arrow of light pierced Maurice's knee from behind, and he continued to run unaware of it, until two seconds later the pain swept through his body, and he fell to the ground with a scream.

Morris tearfully looked at his leg, the wound was not bleeding, only a black hollow. The moment the scorching arrow pierced his knee, it had burned all the flesh and blood.

"What about you?"

Rhodes turned his gaze to Wren, "Why don't you run away too, after all, you are much younger than your father, and I am now very tired and have suffered a lot of internal injuries, maybe you can escape." ”

"No, no, it's good here......"

Wren said without tears.

"I have to admit that the trick was insidious and effective."

Rod smiled self-deprecatingly, "I don't want to say that I was recruited because of carelessness, that would be too insincere, I just want to know who came up with that idea, your father, or you?" ”

"It was my idea, Lord Rhodes."

Wren forced himself not to pay attention to his father, who was crawling in the direction of the carriage while howling miserably, and replied in a trembling voice: "I know very well that against a powerful witcher like you, you don't even want to win without a trick - you see, even if we use tricks, we still can't win you, even if you have already won the trick, you still win this battle, it can be seen that the real strength is not matched by any conspiracy and tricks!" ”

"It would be humbling to say that, your plan has really made me suffer, young man. But I'm not going to make a move on you just yet. ”

Rhodes' expression was complicated, and after speaking, he waved his hand to stop Wren who was about to speak, and then raised the crossbow of light, shooting out a golden rope of light, wrapping around Morris's ankle and dragging him back to his side.

Just hearing his father's screams and seeing the beads of sweat on his forehead, Wren could imagine how painful it was for his knee to be pierced, and he couldn't help but ask, "Lord Rod, what are you going to do?" Torture him? ”

"I don't have to torture him any more."

Rhodes turned to look at Maurice, "It's all over, Evil One, and I'll bring you back alive to the Temple of Light." There, your life will come to an end, but it will not be enough to offset the sins you have committed, and physical death is only the beginning of suffering. ”

"What are you going to do, you want to torture my soul?"

Morris continued to shed tears of fear, and the pain from the wound was temporarily suppressed by the feeling of despair, but it did not disappear, but was transferred to his heart a hundred times, "No, you can't, bastard, you should have died by tomorrow morning, I know the effect of the enhanced sleep mixture, how did you dispel it?" In the case just now, you didn't have a chance to recite the mantra at all! ”

Generally speaking, magic requires gestures, spells, and sometimes special materials, but if a spell controller has a deep understanding of the spell he is about to cast, he can just chant the spell in his mind. However, this silent spell casting method is only suitable for beginner magic, and for more complex mid-to-advanced spells, chanting spells in your mind is not enough to make them effective.

Although Morris had not studied magic, he knew it to some extent, and the primary dispersal technique was no match for the enhanced Sleep Concoction that he had personally refined—as a genius alchemist, he had this confidence.

"Yes, it's the work of holy arts, right? But you also need to pray to use holy arts, Lord Rhodes, I didn't notice your lips moving at all. ”

Wren was also a little unwilling to bring Rod back from the dead, so he asked cautiously.

"I am not obligated to give you any answers, little ones, but since it is a matter of faith, I have decided to tell you this—you know, true prayer is never just a matter of words."

Rhodes said calmly: "The so-called prayer is our way of communicating with God, it is an act of completely opening our hearts, without distractions, without reservations, without selfish desires, and it never comes by mouth, but by heart. ”

As he spoke, he looked tenderly at somewhere not far away, where the fragments of the twin knives and the hunting crossbow were lying quietly, "Thanks to them too...... Perhaps it is because of the years of contact with the Holy Energy, they also have a certain divinity, and it is they that allow me to retain the last trace of lucidity, and then purify the effect of the sleeping mixture in time. ”

"You can defeat me, but you cannot defeat me; You can destroy my weapons, but you can't destroy my will to fight. ”

Rod turned his head and smiled slightly, "To sum up these, in four words, it is - justice will prevail." ”