"Huh...you said...revenge?"

Mr. Carter, who had just recovered from the backlash of the death of his contract elf, covered his heart, which was still aching, and barely asked the man in plain clothes with a pale face, shocked and angry.

"Do you have any grudges with our Carter family?!"

At this time, Mr. Carter no longer had the calm and leisurely aristocratic demeanor he had before. After all, the most proud and trusted terror lizard was directly killed by the enemy, which really brought him too much impact.

What's more, Mr. Carter was also severely injured due to the backlash caused by the death of the contract elf. Although he was just pale now, only he knew that he was already sane and awake at this time.

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The connection between the elves and the contract elves is related to the soul. Therefore, if the backlash is caused, the souls of each other will often be damaged. Even if it is a slight backlash, it will take a lot of effort.

Only then can you recover.

"No hatred?" The man in the plain clothes pulled the corner of his mouth, threw down the body of the terror-armored lizard, and forced him step by step towards Carter's family, looking at the young man who was unconsciously hiding behind his parents with resentment in his eyes.

Wes: "Do you really know nothing about the evil things your son has done?"

Weis, who was stared at by the big man, was frightened and screamed loudly: "No, I don't know you! I definitely got it wrong!"

"Don't know?" The man's eyes showed a strong sarcasm in his eyes when he heard this: "It's not strange for aristocrats like you. After all, that was more than two years ago. Smithson?

Green, have you forgotten this name? And..."

The big man suddenly opened his mouth wide, revealing his twisted and black broken tongue: "Did you forget the traces left by your own knife?"

"Ah—!!...No!!" Weis' pupils shrank, and his face turned slightly pale and took two steps back: "I...I don't know who you are talking about, you really recognized the wrong person!"

Hearing Wes' words and his current expression, Mr. Carter understood that he didn't know what his son's virtues he had on weekdays, but he was too lazy to care. After all, their Carter clan is a nobleman! He was born with status

A superior race who is higher than those lower class untouchables! How could the life and death of a few lower class untouchables attract the attention of the nobles?

But I didn't expect that the root of today's disaster would be due to this.

Mr. Carter glared fiercely at his son who was timidly hiding behind his mother, then turned around, tried to breathe, and said loudly to the man who was gradually pushing in: "Civilian, but the one who stands in front of you is

The nobles, and they are noble lords who have the orthodox position of the viscount of the empire! Do you really want to completely offend the majesty of our nobles? Are you not afraid of the punishment of the empire?"

"At this point, don't you think it's too late to say this?" Smithson said coldly: "Also, I'm in a hurry, so there's no need to fiddle with this trick of delaying time!"

After saying that, Smithson rushed up as soon as he stepped on his feet, stretched his hand casually in Mr. Carter's horrified eyes, and grabbed his neck with his right arm, which was still bloody, and directly said what he wanted to say later.

It stuck in the throat.

"Hum..." Mr. Carter's eyes flashed in his speechless eyes, and a spiritual power fluctuation that was much stronger than the previous guards suddenly burst out from his body. This energy was gathered by him.

When it reached its arm, it turned into a light green spiritual power ball, and it hit Smithson's face directly at close range, causing a small explosion.

Mr. Carter has not lived so many years in vain. He has a contract elf of the upper level of the military level, and his spiritual qualifications are not bad. In addition to his noble status, Mr. Carter himself has practiced.

Vulgar elf skills.

Unfortunately, the death of the contract elf caused him to be severely damaged. His strength was not exerted by his injuries at this moment. In addition, he was suppressed by the enemy, so he could only gather his spiritual power in a hurry to use it.

A simple, crude and technical impact attack.

Even so, according to Mr. Carter's opinion, the attack on the opponent at such a close range is not dodging or dodging, and the head that is hit is still the key, which should cause considerable damage, right?

Unfortunately, two seconds later, the light dust caused by the explosion of spiritual power dissipated, and what appeared to Mr. Carter's eyes was a scene that made him despair.

Smithson's entire upper body was wrapped in a layer of crystal-colored translucent spiritual armor. The part of his head that he had hit with his spiritual power was firmly protected by a full-coverage helmet.

There are no signs of injury.

"Ah--" His wife behind Mr. Carter reacted at this time, screaming in fear, and walked up to save her husband, but she couldn't raise the courage to be bloody and fierce.

Aura, Smithson, who had a strong evil spirit in his eyes, could only scream in a harsh high decibel voice: "Let him go! You... I warn you, if you really dare to attack the nobles

, It’s not just you, your parents, brothers, sisters, wives, children, and all relatives will not end well!!”

"Relative?" Smithson glanced at him, and with mercy, he used force on his hand, and then he twisted the neck of Mr. Carter, who was staring in his eyes in anger.

"At the same time two years ago, all my relatives had died at the hands of your precious son!"

"...No!!" Seeing her husband fall down, Mrs. Carter was about to faint in horror.

"You're too noisy!"

Then she was kicked mercilessly by Smithson with disgust on her face. With a clear sound of bone cracks, her whole body was bent into a "つ" shape and flew backwards and smashed them.

In front of Weis in the distance.

Looking at the body of his mother whose face was so close to him, whose mouth and nose were bleeding, and his breathlessness, Wes couldn't help but feel cold in his heart. His knees softened and he sat on the ground, his mother's face was stunned.

A warm liquid with a fishy smell unknowingly wet his pants.

Brush, trampling...

The heavy footsteps woke up Weiss in a daze. He raised his head and saw Smithson's simple and ordinary face, but the strong murderous intent of the other party and the large amount of blood stains he had when he fought with the guards before.

Under the rendering of this image, Weiss's eyes were like an evil spirit at this moment.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Then Smithson reached out to him, grabbed his hair with his right arm wrapped in the crystal spirit armor, and raised it into the air.

"Ahhhh... It hurts so much!! Please, let me go..." Wes thought his scalp was about to be torn off, and cried and tried hard to break Smithson's palm.

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"It's really ugly..." Seeing the enemy who had been thinking about day and night for two years, Smithson felt very sarcastic while relieving his hatred.

He can still remember the horror scene when he was on a voyage with his virtuous wife and kind parents when he was suddenly taken by a group of thugs with a group of thugs as hunting games. His parents were the first to cover up their own parents

The bullet was killed, the wife was caught and insulted, and she was trampled under her feet like a livestock. In the end, the other party used the energy of the nobles to illegally demote her to a slave...

Even though the authority of the nobles in today's empire is weaker than a hundred years ago, with the power of a viscount's son, it is too easy to destroy a civilian without any special background. What's more important is that the incident happened in the wild.

There were no witnesses, and it was obviously not the first time that Wes had done such a brutality, and he skillfully destroyed all traces that could be used as clues.

The only surviving Smithson was cruelly removed from his ability to speak and defend, and after being defamed as a slave without any rights and interests, he had no chance to turn around after being sold to the black market.

Thinking of this, Smithson felt deeply grateful to the mysterious master who had appeared in his dream for half a year ago and gave him a miracle.

‘Thank you, my Lord, the miracle you gave not only restored my ability to speak, but also gave me the power of revenge! Even if you may be a demon, I praise you!’

Wes Carter, who was still begging for mercy in pain, did not know Smithson's inner activities at this moment, but perhaps driven by the instinct of survival, he discovered Smithson's distractedness.

"It hurts so much... Let go, let me go... Please," Wes's begging for mercy intermittently, and then at a certain moment, suddenly changed, shouting with fierceness and madness: "—Give it to me

Go and die!!!”

A black pistol with precision patterns appeared in his hand at some point, and was pressed against Smithson's chest spiritual armor, and then pulled the trigger without hesitation.

Bang-

A circle of inspiration exploded, and a turbid turbid spiritual waste cigarette sprayed out from the exhaust hole of the rear tail of the pistol's barrel. The high-concentration psychic bullets loaded inside were pushed out and bombarded in front of the target at zero distance.

The spirit guide guns and cannons in this world are not determined by igniting gunpowder, but are entirely determined by the content and quality of the spiritual energy filled in the ammunition. Whether it is the strong spiritual melt or the high-energy spiritual crystal powder, as long as it is

If it is detonated, it can exert huge destructive power in an instant.

For example, after the bullets in Weis’ hand are fired, the power is enough to directly blow the steel plates three or four centimeters thick into pieces!

Wes doesn't believe that the guy's armor can block this high-strength psionic bullet he treasures!

Of course, the powerful power exploded at such a close range, which also caused considerable counter-injury to the user. Not only did the highly crafted spiritual guide pistol explode directly into metal fragments, but Weiss's arm holding the gun was also

The whole thing was so bloody that it was not as bloody as it was, and his face turned completely distorted.

"Ahhh! My hands!! It hurts... Hiss, but now, should I... eh?"

The severe pain from his scalp suddenly dispelled the little joy that had just risen. Feeling the big hand that was still holding his hair firmly, he fell into panic and fear again.

"Not... right...?!"

"Ahem... Clown, you are so despicable."

Smithson coughed with a few pieces of mottled blood in his mouth, ignoring his spiritual breastplate that had been blown to pieces and his large wounds that had become ferocious and charred on his chest. With a thought, after "restriction lifted"

The ability to control one's own body obtained was exerted, and the muscles around the wound began to move like some creature, forcibly squeezed into the middle, forcibly stopping the bleeding of the wound in a very violent manner.

But even so, Smithson's face turned pale at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Puff cough cough cough cough... I'm really careless. My lungs were shattered a lot, and it seemed that my heart was a little damaged... Haha..."

Through his slight control, Smithson directly sensed the injuries in his body. However, he did not show too much negative emotions about this, but instead sneered at the terrified Wes fiercely.

"Monster...monster!" Weis said unconsciously, forgetting his struggle.

"Monster? I'm just a monster on the outside, but you, the real monster in your heart, are you?"

After saying this, Smithson stopped talking, and held the other person's right hand and directly used force. A powerful force that had been brewing for a long time burst out. With a click, he sniffed and cruelly directly pushed Weis's

My head was so deformed.

A bunch of indescribable things, both yellow, green, and red, and white, splashed out like watermelon juice.

"Haha...hahahaha..." Smithson, who had a happy and crazy expression, didn't care about it at all, but laughed loudly. Obviously, he was in a very good mood at this time, so he was in a very good mood at this time.

However, extreme happiness leads to sorrow.

"Hahaha cough cough cough... cough uh..."

Smithson, who was injured when she laughed, got stuck in his smile, then threw away Wes's body, bent down and spit out a large mouthful of blood mixed with black pieces, and there were also eye-catching particles in the blood.

The light dust of Lingzi is constantly floating into the air.

"Ah... it's reached its limit..." Smithson, who was not surprised by this, looked bluer and his breathing became more and more difficult. Not only his mouth, but also his nose began to flow into his muddy particles mixed with turbidity.

A grain of inspiration.

He barely moved his increasingly weak body, found a broken stone and sat down with his back, and looked towards the dim sky with his gradually blurred vision. He seemed to be able to see his wife's gentle smile.

"Cough...Fia... Wait a little longer, I will come to see you soon... Uh, sorry, I remembered it. Cough... My soul... It seems that I can't go to see you, I have to go to give it to you.

That master...repay kindness, that's fine..."

The sound became lower and lower, and finally came to a complete silence.
Chapter completed!