Revenge begins with the assassination of the Draco Holy Land

For the vicious curse of the Draco old woman, Iggy turned a blind eye and turned a deaf ear, without a trace of emotional waves.

The Avenger gazes at the multifaceted humanity like a god, and when the pointer rests on resentment, it is the moment to send people to death.

After cursing and saying that she was tired, the old woman shook her spirits and bit into Iggy’s ankle, wanting to swallow his flesh alive.

But he was swept off his jaw by the Avenger’s kick, and the upper half of his face tried to speak, but he could only drool and drip blood.

“This will reunite you.”

Playing the game of vendetta until chewing tastelessly, Iggy stretched her toes and pressed the old woman’s ugly face all the way to the ground.

The old woman tried hard to break free from the soles of her feet, but she could only keep rubbing the floor, wiping the floor with plasma on her face and wiping her saliva.

His hands were raised laboriously, trying to grab something, but he just danced in the air and couldn’t touch anything.

“Well, go with your son and daughter first, your evil husband will arrive later.”

Sincerely making a promise, the Avenger hooked his toes, exerted force on the soles of his feet, and forcibly stepped on the old woman’s head into the cavity.

The aging collarbone was grazed in a circle, the bone pieces were plunged into the cavity along with the head, and crimson plasma spilled over the edges of the shoulders.

Immediately afterwards, the force under the feet kept pushing the rotten flesh and bone chips into depressions, and the old woman’s upper body was compressed flat.

Half of her body was squeezed into a paralyzed meat mud, and she was stepped into the chest cavity of the old woman, and the mother and daughter were completely integrated.

I don’t know if it was the mother or the daughter’s internal organs, which were bounced aside by the force, and the daughter’s head rolled away alone.

The shoes and socks were completely soaked with minced meat and plasma, and Iggy took them off in disgust and walked barefoot to the next room…

At this time, the three revenge squads who infiltrated other manors were also enjoying the pleasure of slaughtering the nobles of the world in the killing paradise.

In addition to using physical techniques to torture Draco in various ways, the power of Ace’s flame also played a very convenient role.

Not only can the degree of weight be adjusted, burning the running nobles, but also burning the gorgeous manor into charred ruins.

“Fire Fist” Ace even felt that there had never been a chance to let the ability of the flame be given such a refreshing meaning…

And Yu no Shiru, who is famous for his swordsmanship, is full of joy to feed the demon knife that thirsts for blood with the blood of nobles.

Hiru did not hesitate to let the unarmed Draco see the scarlet and terrifying, and the supreme fast knife that drank blood before returning to the sheath.

Enjoy dismembering countless world nobles with fast knives, cutting open heads of different styles, and piercing hearts with different red colors…

And the “Xuanyue Hunter” Butterfly Mei, who loves Yan Yi, also shows the delicacy unique to women in the process of slaughter.

Unlike the bloody supremacy of men, Butterfly is obsessed with making the Draco die poignantly, combining beauty and death perfectly.

Even if the death is tragic, the scene of the murder should be placed cleanly, even if the deceased falls, the posture of the corpse should be as good as possible…

The Creator of Mary Joa, tens of thousands of descendants of twenty royal families, perished in just half an hour.

Their great ancestors would never have imagined that the Draco clan, which had been rampant for eight hundred years, would be wiped out overnight by the revenge squad.

I would not have imagined that the initiator of this bloody massacre in the Holy Land was the descendants of the descendants who flowed the blood of the Creator.

I would not have imagined that this descendant hated this filthy blood day and night, and spread the curse of hatred into the world.

Avenger Iggy cleaned up one by one, washing one building after another, erasing the life left with the poison of Draco’s bloodline on his body.

While running around the manor, he was also paying attention to another strange thing that affected the rhythm of the slaughter of the Holy Land.

“The Navy’s guards, why haven’t they arrived yet!?”

An hour has passed since Ace used his ability to burn fruits to create a big explosion in the forest of the Holy Land.

At Karp’s suggestion, the navy mobilized the strength of Mary Joa, which would never be less than 10,000 troops.

When I broke into the forest, I saw the mechanical units of the Navy, the “pacifists” patrolling, and the high walls made of sea towers.

With such a degree of attention, it cannot be ruled out that the general, who represents the highest combat power of the Navy, will personally come to Mary Joa to direct the work of defense.

But within an hour of the incident, ordinary people who were a kilometer away from the commotion in the Draco Manor could notice, but there was no movement from the navy.

Not even the shadow of a soldier or mechanical unit, let alone a well-known general, not even a lieutenant general.

Extrapolating all the way, the biggest possibility is that the pheasant or yellow ape’s concept of justice has influenced Mary Joa’s battle situation.

Regardless of who is in charge of the guarding battle, this person seems to be secretly delaying to buy time for the revenge squad to slaughter the Holy Land.

While thinking and searching for the remaining living in the manor, Iggy found a strange scene on the first floor of the house and stopped.

A ragged child, lonely burying his head in the crook of his arm, crouched beside the stairs, attracting the attention of the Avengers.

“Why are you here, little friend.”

With a look of concern and tenderness, Iggy approached the unsuspecting child and tried to inquire about the child’s origins.

I saw the boy raise his head to look at the Avenger, slowly stand up, and look warily at the bloodstained big brother in front of him.

“The guards are gone, I ran out.”

The words spoken trembling lacked logic, but the perceptive Iggy immediately understood the slave boy’s experience.

Surely affected by the Draco riots, the soldiers guarding the slaves were transferred to the manor to fill the rapidly dwindling defense force.

The original slave residence lacked soldiers to keep an eye on the post, and while he was neglected, the boy who ran away by mistake ran here.

The boy is about ten years old, and although his physique is thin, his eyes are full of hope and unyielding perseverance in life.

It reminds Iger of his ten-year-old self, who was also devastated and still longed for a free life.

Maintaining the appearance of a friendly brother, Iggy tried to dispel the boy’s sense of distance, and only stroked the boy’s hair several times.

“Take me and see where you live.”