Revenge begins with the assassination of the Draco Holy Land

In the afternoon, the Holy Land of Mary Joa.

The Draco couple stood in the corridor of the manor, and Thorn frowned, looking helplessly at the grass in the middle of the courtyard.

“Rack~rack~haha!”

On the meadow, a boy about six years old, richly dressed, rode on the back of a human female slave and gave orders.

The female slave in her crotch was skinny and boneless, her skin was bruised and purple, and her blood was stained.

“Stupid! You give me a hurry! ”

Seeing that the slave climbed slower and slower, Wachel became angry and slapped the slave girl on the head.

Under the blow, the already dying slave finally could not support it and fell sideways.

At the same time, Watcher also lost his balance and fell to the ground, rubbing dirt on his face.

“Aaaah! You trash! ”

When he got up from the ground, although he did not cry, he stared at the slave lying on the ground without knowing whether he was dead or alive, and killing intent rose in his eyes.

Riveting with full strength to pick up a piece of gravel in the garden, a pair of small legs quickly alternate, rushed towards the slave girl.

“Stop! What are you doing! ”

Seeing his son lifting the stone above his head with both hands, Thorn hurried two steps and rushed into the garden in one step, grabbing his son.

Thorn snatched the stone and threw it aside, and was about to teach Wachel a lesson, but was grabbed by his wife’s hand.

“Why hit the child, the pet is dead, let’s buy another one!”

Riplesser frowned and looked at her husband angrily.

Wachel heard the sound and broke away from his father’s hand, raised the gravel again, and smashed it at the slave.

With a muffled pop, the slave girl’s head was smashed to pieces.

“Oh baby, my face is dirty.”

Seeing that the brain plasma and plasma splashed the child’s face, Riprest hurriedly took out a silk handkerchief and carefully wiped the filth for his son.

“Mom, I want to buy a fishman pet!”

Wiping and wiping, Watcher revealed a grievanced little face and began to ask for new gifts.

“Good boy, don’t be sad, mom will arrange this.”

Saying that, Riprest stretched out his hand to beckon the guards and ordered the guards to summon CP4.

The guard ran out with a cigarette, and after a while he hurried back, panting.

Looking at the mother and son in the garden with a look of fear, he turned and ran to Thorn, leaning over to whisper in his ear.

“What did you say!?”

Thorn was shocked to hear the guard’s secret words, and then his face was full of uncertainty, and he thought silently.

CP4 is a secret organization responsible only to Draco, hidden in unknown corners of the world, with excellent strength and equipment.

Except for the assassination six years ago, there was not a single casualty, and Haude and his men actually disappeared all overnight!?

Looking at his six-year-old son in front of him, Thorn suddenly had an epiphany, thinking of his son who had not been heard from for six years.

“Did Iggy do it!?”

Hearing Thorn’s blurted name, Wachel pushed Riprest away and walked over to his father.

“Father, are you talking about Iggy?”

Walcel’s gaze suddenly changed from the appearance of an innocent child to adult-like hatred and anger.

From the time he was two or three years old, the patriarch of the Draco told his grandson a story of rebellion and uncleanliness over and over again.

The protagonists of the story are his confused father, a lowly woman and an older brother who should not have been born into this world.

After the rendering of the patriarch, this brother, who has never met, has long become synonymous with sin and dirt.

“Is that evil seed still alive!?”

Wachel looked angrily at his father, and his questioning tone was not at all like a child.

“What a sinful seed, that’s your brother!”

As Wachel grew up, Thorn felt that this child, more and more like the patriarch, despised life and ignored family affection.

In the face of his son’s question, he had already guessed in his heart that the patriarch must have brainwashed this child.

But in any case, it is his own flesh and blood, and Thorn still tries to change his son’s mind.

“It seems that the story is true, Father-sama, you are simply not worthy of being a Draco!”

The father’s behavior in front of him completely confirmed the appearance of Thorn in the mouth of the patriarch, and Watcher was extremely disappointed.

Throwing off the most ruthless words of determination he could, Wardchel left the garden without looking back.

“Baby! Baby! ”

Immediately after, Riprest glared at Thorn fiercely and disappeared into the garden after the child.

Only Thorn was left alone in place….

At the same time, Iggy is engaged in a feat that is impossible to accomplish in the eyes of ordinary people!

On the rock wall of the misty red earth continent, driven by the heart of revenge, Ige is excitedly climbing up step by step.

After burying CP4 in the depths of the sea, Iggy traveled five kilometers of sea non-stop.

Swim directly below the Holy Land, after the edge of the Red Earth Continent, and immediately crawl into the sky with your hands and feet.

Run to his next goal, pushing his mother and his father into the abyss, Thorn.

Six years ago, in order to escape the pursuit of CP4, Yige jumped into the sea from a height of 10,000 meters in the Holy Land.

With the indomitable will in his heart, he escaped death and was washed by the current to a desert island to retrieve his life.

This time, set off from the desert island again, climb the Red Earth Continent with your bare hands, and go to take revenge on the Draco.

Fate seemed to take itself around and walk back to its original place in the opposite direction.

At this time, Ige felt that the days in Mount Golbo and the years of wandering the East China Sea were all gifts of time.

The cruel reality that has catalyzed the inner degeneration countless times is that fate is spurring itself to grow.

Karp’s devil training and the battle against the most vicious ones are all about growing in strength.

The countless lives that he ended with his own hands nourished Iggy and made him the most vigorous being.

Everything is preparing for revenge, even if the hands are already bloody, even if the oxygen is gradually making it impossible to breathe.

Iggy still ran tirelessly to the holy place at a height of 10,000 meters, like a mortal climbing the ladder of God.

Getting closer and closer to Mary Joya, one could even feel her mother calling herself.

“Mother, the son is back!”