Everything was silent, only the dust floating in the sky fell.
Everyone stood with bated breath, watching the standing figure quietly, horrified and nervous.
Jessor clenched the sharp blade in his hand, and the thick blood was dripping down his fingertips, warm and scarlet.
Part of the dried blood adhered firmly to the palm of his hand.
Perhaps it was due to excessive force, and Jessore was so old that he turned white and stiff.
Also, there was such a slight tremor.
He has completed his attack, almost perfectly, and under his sword, no living thing will survive.
This is a sword that pierces the heart, precise and terrifying.
But now, he only needs to pull out the sword from his heart and wait quietly for his opponent's death.
He has already won.
But "You, why, why did you do this?"
The trembling tone was full of Jessore's most real fear, and the pain of committing suicide finally made his eyes, which were numb forever, break free from the deep oppression. true self.
Jessor didn't dare to move.
Not only did he not dare to pull the weapon away, he also tried his best to maintain stability and balance.
Because the place where his sword touched was not the target he expected, but someone who suddenly entered the field and whom he had never expected. his son, dragon "Why why why did you do this?"
The emotions that could no longer be suppressed surged out like a flood that burst a dam.
All the restraints and numbness finally broke through when he met the only person he really cared about in the world.
His sword passed through the heart, penetrated the heart of the dragon, and of course penetrated the heart of Van.
"Cough."
No longer able to bear the pain in his body, Long spat out a pool of thick blood.
The blood was scarlet and warm.
This was arterial blood.
His myocardial arteries had been completely broken.
With such an injury, even if Even the gods are powerless.
"Failed, Fan, I'm sorry, I still couldn't save you."
Long said softly word by word.
Such a simple sentence, with the extremely painful twitching in his heart, almost exhausted most of his physical strength. .
Only Long has a deep understanding of Jessor's power.
It is a terror that even he needs to look up to.
So when Jessor's desperate sword was issued, he knew that under this sword, Fan's fate would only be die.
So he finally stood up.
He didn't want to watch his father make mistakes again and again, nor did he want to watch the son of his old friend die in front of him.
Therefore, just before the sword was about to approach Brahma, he blocked it with his own flesh and blood.
However, the result was nothing more than this even if he tried his best.
Jessor's sword was too fast and too heavy, and it pierced both him and Van.
"You clearly know it's useless, why are you still standing in front of him?"
Jesol's voice was low and almost whining, like a wounded animal suffering from the pain of losing a son.
"Cough."
Long couldn't help but vomit a large mouthful of blood and sprayed it on Jessol's face.
"Father, you are right.
I know it is useless, but I can't just watch you make mistakes again and again.
Kyle Manson is right.
You have fallen.
You are no longer the one in my mind."
Loving father, you are no longer the great first speaker of the Summit Council.
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Now you are just a soulless puppet, and the entire Summit Council is also a ghost manipulated by others.
I would rather have such a council like you.
He was destroyed by anyone."
"And if my death can buy you a little bit of conscience, then my sacrifice will be worth it after all."
"Dragon" Jessore screamed in pain.
"We have made so many mistakes, and we are going to hell in the end.
Instead of watching you sink, it would be better for me to witness our demise with my own hands, father.
Please allow me to call you father for the last time."
The dragon lowered his head, then used all his strength to twist his right hand.
There was also a sword there, and that sword also penetrated Jessore, and it was his heart.
The dragon shed extremely painful tears.
When his sword and Jessor pierced each other, the sorrow and pain made him almost unable to breathe.
Patricide and son-killing, the tragic song of the world, what a tragic and cruel ending this is.
Feeling the increasing force in his heart, the unspeakable sting tortured the old Jessore, but strangely, at this moment, he felt a calmness that he had never experienced before.
The numb struggle disappeared.
In the last journey of his life, after watching his own flesh and blood die under his own sword, Jessore finally broke free, broke free, and escaped from the prison.
Qingming, what flashed in his eyes was the long-lost clarity.
That night and night endlessly controlled his will, and finally lost control of him at this moment.
"Dragon" gently brushed Long's painful cheek with his trembling left hand.
At this moment, Jessore was warm and kind.
"Father, father" Long slowly raised his head.
The feeling he had not seen for a long time made him finally find a familiar aura in the unfamiliar Jessore.
"Yes, it's me, I'm back."
"You are back."
Hot tears poured down, sadness and joy appeared at the same time, contradictions and determination were mixed with each other, blood overflowed from the corner of Long's mouth, but his heart finally calmed down.
"My child, I'm back, my child" "Father," Long hissed in pain.
He was about to fall when he was unsteady, but was held firmly by Jessor's strong hands.
Leaning on his father's shoulders, Long seemed to have returned to his childhood.
At that time, he could always rely on his father like this, but when did he no longer be able to do so?
At this moment, Long, When life is about to end, your last wish is to know the answers to everything.
"I'm sorry, it's all my fault.
It's all my fault.
The Insect Crystal Extraction Technique has been a huge conspiracy since it appeared.
The desire for power made me lose my mind.
Slowly, the entire Summit Council fell, including me."
"It begins to influence us, change us, manipulate us until we forget who we are."
"What on earth is it?"
Long whispered weakly.
"It is omnipresent, omnipotent, powerful, real, and ethereal.
I don't know what it is.
The answer is not a field that us mortals can set foot in."
Looking past the dragon in front of him, Jessor's late eyes finally looked at Fan, who was also pierced through the heart by his sword.
"I'm sorry, native species.
Everything I did to you was not my intention.
It was because it targeted you and it wanted you to die."
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"You are right, dragon.
The native species should not die.
He is the hope of all, but I destroyed our hope with my own hands."
The gushing blood continued to spit out from Jessor's mouth, and his old body Trembling, he leaned closely against his son.
"My child, you should have left a long time ago.
In fact, I have reminded you before.
You never understand why I want you to stay with Luo, and you don't understand why I never let you learn the Insect Crystal Extraction Technique.
That's my fault.
After the manipulation, the only love I can retain for you is that you don’t understand that what I hoped for you at the beginning was that you could leave with Luo.
Maybe it was my father’s identity that bound you.
I’m sorry, kid, I’m sorry.”
Jessol slowly closed his eyes, feeling the cold body of Long in his arms.
In fact, he knew in his heart that Long had already lost his breath before he said the last words.
Pain, regret, anger, self-blame, all emotions surged through Jessore's mind, but it was too late, everything was over, everything The dragon is dead, he is going to die, and the native species is about to die.
What will happen in the future has nothing to do with him anymore, but it is a disaster created by him.
But, is everything really over like this?
Holding the blade of the sword tightly with one hand, Fan gradually pulled the sword out of his body.
Blood flowed along the palm of his hand, which showed the sharpness of the sword.
Broken bone armor fell off his body piece by piece, revealing what looked like it had been soaked in a pool of blood.
A huge wound was left on his heart, and a huge amount of liquid spurted out, but his body was as firm as a pine tree.
"You" Jessol's pupils shrank suddenly at this moment, first surprised, then puzzled, and finally understood and relieved.
"I see, that's it, hahaha."
"You gave birth to a good son," Fan said softly.
"Yes, he is a good son.
After all, he used his life to save me, and he also saved the native species.
Please forgive me.
Go to the Summit Council, the bottom floor of the Hall of Light, where you will find the answer you want. , this is the only reminder I can give you.
Lin is right, you are the hope of everything, only you, only you."
With these last words, Jessol finally stopped talking.
Breathing ended his great but equally sinful life.
Slowly taking over the bodies of the two, Fan was speechless and silent.
Blood was still flowing from his heart, but it didn't matter, because he had lost his heart a long time ago, and the organs in his body were replaced by tissues with strange structures.
Therefore, this heart-piercing sword failed to kill him after all.
And this is the terrible thing about native species.
Of course, what really changed the outcome was not his peculiar body structure, but the dragon who used his flesh and blood to block the attack at the critical moment.
If it weren't for the dragon, even if Fan didn't have a heart structure, this sword would be enough to kill him.
And if it weren't for the inner armor sent by the dragon, the consequences of Jessor's sword would definitely explode Fan's heart.
Chest.
When Jessore saw this pair of inner armor for the last time, his knowing look proved everything.
Seeing the father and son dying in front of him, the silent Fan inexplicably felt a strong fire of anger and revenge burning in his chest.
Is this human tragedy of killing father and son really caused by themselves?
At this moment, Fan's hatred for that one he has never heard of almost surpasses everything else.
"it it" Fanshou turned around suddenly with his eyes red.
A strong sense of crisis stung his heart, and opposite him were Darl and Lancelot with sly smiles on their faces.
"Jessor, this loser, I can't even kill you like this."
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As if coming from the Nine Nether Hell, Dar's sinister smile was accompanied by a ghostly howl, which was not a sound that humans could make.
"But it doesn't matter.
You have been seriously injured.
This is my perfect prey."
After saying this, Darlanslot roared up.
Looking at the two pitiful creatures in front of him who had been completely controlled, Fan clenched his fists hard and growled ferociously every word.
"No matter who you are, I will never let you go":