Amid the ruins of the castle, giants in red combat uniforms form a spectacular sight.

Dressed in special battle suits, they became tall and powerful by activating the Pym particle, standing neatly above the ruins. The red robes stood out against the dark background, standing like a group of Guardians in the devastated realm.

The giants are tall and tall, and the muscle lines are clearly visible, revealing a great strength. Their faces were covered by special helmets, revealing only cold, determined eyes. The red glow on the helmet flickered in the darkness.

All around, the crumbling walls and crumbling stones form a messy scene, but in the midst of this chaos, the giants stand like sculptures.

Suddenly, a gust of wind pierced the night sky, and the figure of the white night flew past the giant troops. The moment he flew by, all the giants raised their heads and looked at him in unison.

The speed of the white night was amazing, he was like a lightning bolt across the night sky, but as he passed, the giants still maintained a majestic posture. They did not say a word, but watched quietly, waiting for orders.

This picture seems to freeze in a moment, and the giants on the ruins and the white night flying by form a unique and majestic picture.

In the surging red light, the giants watched the white night disappear into the night.

"Good job."

Bai Ye looked back at the giants, muttered a sentence and continued to fly forward, and soon he came to the place where the inheritors were, and at the same time there was a burning sensation on his body.

Under the reflection of the radiant bright light, the heirs who were richly dressed looked particularly pale and miserable. Their noble garments were now tattered and exposed to the light. A luxurious exterior is shattered by the effects of decay and radiation.

They fell in the ruins, their bodies spread out, and their faces were now unrecognizable, their original elegance and nobility were long gone, and all that was left was a hideous, decadent and dying appearance.

The beautiful garment was transparent and pale in the radiant light, and the blood was mixed with dirt to form a terrifying color. What was once a costly outfit was now like a layer of dust, covering the ragged body.

The bodies of the heirs were covered in festering wounds, blood and sludge intertwined. These wounds came not only from the fighting, but also from the poisoning of the radiation, which corroded their skin beyond recognition. The members of the heir family look more like poor worms tormented by time and ravaged by fate at the moment.

Their eyes have lost their sharpness, and they are full of decadence and despair. Under the intense light of radiation, the flames that once burned with ambition and desire in those eyes were now dimmed, like empty shells that had lost their souls.

The heirs of decadence let out a faint moan, a remorse and lament for what had been lost.

Their fingers trembled, trying to prop up their exhausted bodies, but they eventually fell to the ground weakly, becoming another bleak landscape in this barren land.

Solus, dressed in a tattered robe with gray hair and beard, was the patriarch of the heir family, slumped in the rubble. His original majestic image had been devastated by war and radiation, like an old king, decadent and haggard.

When the night fell from the sky, he lifted his old head and stared deeply at the dark shadows in the sky. At that moment, his eyes flashed with mania and despair, as if he had seen the coming of a catastrophe.

"You, you ruined us. You."

Solus roared hoarsely, his voice filled with endless anger and despair. However, before he could finish his roar, a violent cough suddenly erupted, and blood splattered on his mouth.

His body trembled, and a few mouthfuls of blood spilled on the ground like the last struggle of his life. Soruth's expression instantly became more bitter and painful, his hands trembling as he tried to grab some support, but could only wave it in the void.

The whole person was paralyzed on the ground, his back bent, as if he was being oppressed by an invisible force. His face was full of wrinkles, and the years and wars had carved a deep mark on his countenance.

At this time, Solus is no longer the patriarch of the former successor, but an overwhelmed old man, who no longer has the slightest arrogance in the face of annihilation.

The crumbling buildings and ruins around him reflect the ruin of his heart, and his decadence is as irretrievable as the fate of his heir family.

The bloody reality unfolded before his eyes, and Solus felt that his control had been eroded with the collapse of the heir family.

"Ling"

He trembled and tried to speak, but the violent cough erupted again, making it impossible for him to finish his accusation.

The white night fell above his head, looking down at the former patriarch with indifferent eyes, and said nothing.

Solus, on the other hand, barely stood up halfway, his gray hair draped in front of his forehead, and his whole face looked old and distorted with the festering.

His eye sockets were sunken and he looked very tired, but there was a hint of cunning and helplessness in this exhaustion.

"Karn, hahaha." The patriarch of the heir family let out a hoarse laugh, but there was a deep bitterness in the laughter.

"I knew that little cub had always hated me in the bottom of his heart, and he wanted to put all of us to death."

"He did it. He must be trying to kill us."

Bai Ye shrugged his shoulders, looked at the wry-smiling Solus indifferently, and then said lightly: "In a sense, what you said is indeed right. Karn wanted you to die, more than anyone else in the world. ”

I'm telling the truth.

Although it was Karn of the future who thought so, Karn of today was not. But Karn, who will become a cobweb master in the future, is also Karn.

"Hah!"

When Solus heard Bai Ye's words, he laughed miserably, and a bitter and helpless emotion welled up in his heart.

Then he raised his head, his gaze deep and intense, revealing a kind of perseverance that was both unyielding and helpless.

In the bright light, Soluth's gray hair fluttered in the breeze. He was silent for a moment, and then gently straightened his blood-soaked collar, looking extremely calm.

Blood was pouring down between his fingers, but he didn't show any pain or fear.

Bai Ye slowly raised the blade in his hand, and the blade of the knife shimmered with cold light in the strong light.

The sword flashed, and in an instant, his blade slashed down like lightning. The air was split by the knife, and there was a piercing knife sound.

"Click!"

The moment the blade intersected with the flesh, a mist of blood drifted away. Soruth's body trembled slightly in the bright light, and then slowly fell.

Bai Ye put away the blade in his hand, and his indifferent eyes did not fluctuate in the slightest. He looked at Solus who had fallen to the ground, and his words revealed an unmistakable declaration:

"The time of the heirs is over."

(End of chapter)