Son of the Tower

Chapter 253 Blood for Blood
The enraged man charged at Mars with a sword in his hand, and he stabbed his target first with the sword in his right hand.

But Mars lightly blocked the sword with the lightsaber hilt guard in his hand, and while deflecting his sword, he punched the man in the stomach.

"You are a legend, and you should have heard that the current psionic rating has been criticized for a long time since the start of the psionic tide." Looking at the man who retreated, Mars said in a slowed down tone.

The latter rushed over with a howl, and the elbow-slashing blow was once again blocked by Mars' lightsaber hilt, and he raised his foot, and the man was kicked out.

"Just now, the Eastern Land Psychic Organization represented by Tainan signed a new Psychic Level Treaty with several major Westland Psychic Organizations including Carterburg. There are venerables above, and then there are legends."

After finishing speaking, Mars jumped sideways, passing the flashing opponent and the sword in his hand. The latter charged slightly, and the spiritual energy formed on the sword body, and then a spiritual blade left the sword and rushed towards Mars. .

The psychic sword energy hit Mars, but it didn't, because everyone saw that Mars was broken—this was an afterimage.

And the real Mars had punched this man in the face, and his mask was broken, revealing the fact that his face was covered in blood.

"Yesterday, you were a legend, but today, you are just a master, Li Mingzun, the economic envoy of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs in southern Thailand, why are you here?"

Mars looked sideways at the half-kneeling man on the ground. The latter was panting heavily. Mars hadn't left any strength in the punch just now, and he was already dead.

"You high tower, you take things too far! Burnan Port is the port of the archipelago union! You send a team of messengers to summon the lord to the high tower! I have already discussed the agenda of Burnan Port to join the Southern Freeport of Thailand !"

"Because of this, you let my people hang on the square for a day and a night!"

Mars kicked the man away.

In the next second, the long sword that he rushed out was only one centimeter away from Mars, and those with high inspiration saw the flash of light.

Mars stared expressionlessly at the sword that was only half a centimeter away from him. The spiritual energy barrier prevented it from breaking through, and its owner was torn apart in the next moment.

The lightsaber had been activated in the hands of Mars, and several slashes in an instant chopped up the enemy in front of him directly. The body of the lightsaber finally dissipated after stopping the injection of spiritual energy.

"Your savior is dead! You have ten seconds to decide whether to be or not to be!"

As Mars said, he grabbed the head at his feet with his psionic palm, and threw it to the swordsman behind him: "This kind of murderer who dares to attack the chief of the tower hangs his head on the street lamp for a day and a night, only Long, don’t be short, someone came to intercede, told me, if you want to rob me directly, I will kill you if you want to force me.”

The latter nodded with joy on his face, then lifted his head to the street lamp.

"Mars, the prosthetic eye of this guy named Li Mingzun is still working, and he is broadcasting live to the sages in the conference hall. The old master of the Li family just went crazy. He is 180 years old. You can't let him stop watching What kind of tragedy is it that white-haired people send black-haired people?" Ms. Fantine's yin and yang skills are beyond the reach of Mars.

"The Mites who co-authored the Keynes family, his sister, and his captain and teammates should have died in vain. The lord didn't even have a reason. People in the tower can die, but they can't die in vain. Otherwise, it will be useless for anyone to come, tell him, I will marinate the head of his great-great-grandson and return it to him." After Mars finished speaking, he turned his head to look at the enemy line of defense, where the soldiers had mutinied and killed The commanders they didn't want to surrender came out in groups with their hands raised high.

"Old man, tell your people, don't kill these surrenders, but if anyone is doing evil in ordinary times, when you recognize them and kill them, tell these soldiers why the guys who were killed died."

"Young master of the tower, don't worry." The hunched old man looked even more humble at this time.

Over there, the commander who was eager for meritorious service had dragged the lord and his family out of the bunker, and the lord who was like a fat pig was screaming incoherently.

Mars looked at the commander in front of him and smiled: "Who are you?"

"This kid is my grandson, he's a bit dull." The stooped old man walked quickly to the side of the young commander, and knelt him down.

I think he is quite sensible, but that's okay, since he is the grandson of the old man: "What kind of reward do you want?"

Both the old man and the young man were stunned. Mars laughed and motioned for them to take a rest first, then stretched out his hand, and the psionic palm dragged the lord of the port in front of him: "Where is that werewolf girl!"

In Mars' view, Mites and the others are dead, but his sister should still be alive. Even if she is insulted, she is at least alive.

"The lord sacrificed that deformed girl to the gods," said the young man.

His face was full of fear, because he saw the twist on Mars' face.

It took a long time for Mars to finally control his emotions and look at the fat pig: "Why did you sacrifice her!"

"She is an aberration! The earth belongs to humans! It does not belong to aberrations! All aberrations must be purified!" Speaking of this, the lord laughed wildly: "My god will lead me to heaven!"

Mars shook his head, and he stretched out his hand.

Nie came over: "Mars, calm down, we are butchers, not murderers."

"Yes, ours is a butcher, I always remember this, so someone go and move the altar of the temple!" Mars shouted.

Soon, more than a dozen islanders carried the somewhat large stone sacrificial altar over.

Mars looked at the dried black blood on it, and finally turned his head to look at the young commander: "Old man, there is a rich future here, do you want your grandson to want it?"

"My sons are all dead. Just such a daughter has such a grandson. His father also died early. This is the fate of the islanders. He has a good future. I think it will work." The cloudiness in the old man's eyes disappeared. Even talking loudly.

"On this platform, chop off the heads of all the relatives of the former lord, and let him see if his goddamn gods will come to fetch his family!" Having said that, Mars looked at the man who no longer laughed. lord.

The latter let out a shrill cry, cursing Mars.

The young man seemed to be a bit dull, but the old man was different. He took the machete from the islanders on the side, and yelled at the soldiers escorting the lord's family: "Drag the youngest cub here! I want Let the useless Kemens family know that he, his family, and his god are all a joke!"

"Let him see the end, and then hang him. Your grandson is the new lord of Bonangang. I can sign the treaty that Li Mingzun did not sign with the former lord, but I don't know if you are willing to sign it." Mars sat down on the chair that the sword envoy had found for him.

Instead of looking at the blood flowing on the stone platform, Mars looked at the young man.

He was waiting for an answer, and this time it came quickly.

"I am willing, my lord. In this era, it is the greatest honor for the islanders of the islands to be the dog of Tainan, and you are willing to let us be friends of Tainan! That's great! My lord!" The young man was laughing. ecstatic.

Mars smiled, and then looked at the found Lily... Mars reached out and hugged the little skull into his arms.

Blood debt, blood to pay.

(End of this chapter)