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"You are a demon who deserves to be killed by a thousand swords!!"

The man with dull red hair fell to the ground, and most of his body was suppressed by the broken walls, but he still insisted on spitting blood at the Angel of the Abyss with a ferocious expression. His face was covered with dust and blood, and there were several streaks.

The deep scar has long since lost the arrogance and willfulness of his youth, leaving only an old age carefully carved by time, hatred, and decades of pain. Even if Russell saw him again, he could not put this aside.

The face is associated with the person whom he hated so much when he was in his twenties.

What's more, Russell hasn't looked down for a long time to take a look at the Sauron family that was trampled to pieces by him and fell into the dust.

"Hello, Florent, it's nice to see you alive."

Edward greeted him calmly, knelt down, and the hem of his dress fell into the blood on the ground.

"The last time I saw you was in the basement where the assassination was plotted. Russell is dead, and your long-cherished wish should finally be fulfilled."

Although he has experienced suffering and massacre, and his status has plummeted from a royal family to a struggling ordinary nobleman, the old Florent seems to still maintain some of the habits of his youth. After all, some arrogance and dignity engraved in his blood can only be erased by death.

His Highness Florent Soren took a few hard breaths, and several steel bars pierced his lungs. Living had become a kind of pain. He had already suffered the greatest torture in the world just by breathing.

"Damn devil..."

He coughed up blood and said, with a crazy look on his face that didn't know whether it was sadness or joy: "Roselle is dead, Russell is finally dead! What a shame for my lack of ability, otherwise I will definitely send you to hell!

Make you regret your contempt for me. It's hateful. My sister didn't die for the family and glory. You actually tore my other people to pieces in front of my eyes because she ignored me! Hateful, hateful!

!”

Edward didn't care about these words at all, but nodded with some appreciation: "After being soaked in the blood of hatred for so long, I think you also have the potential to become a devil."

"Ha, ha, ha!" In just a few breaths, Florent's face has completely lost all color. He is floating on the dividing line between life and death. The vitality that Sequence 4 can give him can probably keep him alive.

Living in this painful posture and old appearance, "I would rather die than sacrifice my life for you! Tell me! My poor sister, what did she give you for my life?!"

"Her soul? Damn it, how dare she sell her soul to the devil!"

"Then I will trade my soul for hers!"

The Angel of the Abyss was slightly startled.

"You are wrong, Florent. Adela has never interceded for anyone, including you, including herself."

"She likes you very much."

"So, I think she will be happier if you stay."

Florent's green eyes filled with madness were blank for a moment, but it was only for a short time that he returned to his hysterical appearance.

"You killed our father and mother, massacred our brothers and sisters, and took away the lives of hundreds of people in the Sauron family. You actually think Adela will be happy if you leave me alone!" Florent's expression has already been managed.

Completely broken, "You have no human heart at all! What you did is disgusting, you are a lowly and despicable devil in human skin!"

Edward nodded with deep sympathy: "I think so too. But I want to correct it. I think the 237 lives of the Sauron family are not the lowest level of massacre. The lowest level should at least be the massacre in the Battle of Amanda Mountains.

The alliance between Loen and Lundborg is the right one."

Florent was so angry that he spat out a mouthful of blood and became even more dying.

He should have known that demons could not comprehend with human thinking, but it was impossible to control the resentment and anger suppressed in his mind.

At this time, Edward raised his head, looked somewhere in the collapsed palace, and shouted in a normal voice: "Trena?"

"...It's me, father."

A tall figure emerged from the corner. The satin headband was missing, and the reddish-brown hair was spread loosely on his back, like dried blood. The gorgeous dress had several holes, and the lace cuffs were torn into pieces. He

There was a lot of dust on his body and he looked very embarrassed.

"Ha." Florent raised his eyelids, looked at this young man who was related to him by blood, and took a sip, "Disgusting son of the devil."

Traynor Vaughn lowered his eyes and was indifferent to the title, and spoke calmly: "Father, I left the team without permission to escort Charles Gustave to escape, but I failed. The Church of Steam captured him. But it is said that they

Couldn’t catch up with Bernadette Gustave.”

"Russell is dead, and they must all feel that the inheritance is in the hands of the two children." Edward didn't care and glanced at Florent, "Now they are just like you, they are remnants of the previous dynasty. You feel happy

?"

A sneer came from the throat of the former Earl of Sauron.

Later, Florent closed his eyes, and his weather-beaten and handsome face finally showed deep exhaustion and relief. He seemed to have fulfilled his wish, and had no idea of ​​struggle. His life was about to come to an end, so Edward ignored him.

He, let him quietly shed the last drop of blood and breathe his last breath in this ruins. Traynor looked at the place where his uncle was buried, a trace of sadness flashed in his eyes, but he still chose to follow

Edward's footsteps.

"I want to leave Intis."

"Where are you going next?"

"I don't have any plans. It's too easy to be discovered when going to other countries now. I might go to the Southern Continent to visit the ruins of the Balam Empire, and then settle in Loen or Feysac in a few decades."

At this point, Edward suddenly stopped and looked back at Traynor. The latter was startled, and suddenly felt that he had been caught in some kind of hidden mystical connection, and everything from his soul to his internal organs was clearly seen.

"...You should stay in Intis." His father considered and said, "Your destiny will be here for a long time after today. If I don't take you away, the world's situation will continue to be turbulent. If you stay here,

Intis, staying in the center of the war is the best future for you."

"You don't have to follow me anymore. You are free, Traynor, and you can live your life as you like."

After saying that, the angel no longer looked at him. He stepped into the spiritual world and disappeared directly from Trena's eyes, without giving him any chance to ask or retain him. The latter seemed to have no intention of speaking and stood still.

For two seconds, he looked around and saw that there was no one else around, and the medical team searching for the wounded and dead had not arrived yet. He immediately turned around and ran back to the pile of rubble. He moved the collapsed masonry and vaults away with force, broke the steel bars and concrete, and spent a lot of time.

After a lot of effort, Florent was dragged out of the ruins.

The extraordinary characteristics had begun to precipitate. Traynor put away the characteristics, carefully put him aside, and then found a clean step to sit on.

The Viscount, who is less than forty, suddenly feels that he has lost his purpose in life, but in his heart there is still some yearning for freedom and fear. Intis is already in such tatters, what will happen next?

Then an exit to the spiritual world suddenly opened in front of him, interrupting his random thoughts. Traynor was so burned by the heat wave coming from behind the exit that he couldn't open his eyes. He saw that his coat and half of his trouser legs were missing, and the ends of his hair were still there.

Edward, who was partially burned, walked out, calmly brushed off the ash on his body, and looked at Traynor as if nothing had happened.

"My mistake, I forgot that I just ate the angel of the eternal blazing sun."

Edward even explained his current embarrassed state. He didn't care that Trainor dragged Florent out, just as if he didn't see a corpse lying at his feet, and faced his son's stunned look.

Then, He asked: "Is Adela's funeral tomorrow?"

Traynor nodded.

Seeing this, Edward raised his right hand, stretched it open, and then lightly scratched the ring finger with his left index finger - the whole ring finger of his right hand was cut off, and the spirituality in it was taken back, turning it into an ordinary finger, close to the root.

There was a ring set with fine white diamonds and a ruby. The broken part regenerated and grew back.

"Take it away and put it in Adela's coffin."

There was a neat circle of scars near the root of the new ring finger. Edward threw the severed finger with the wedding ring to Traynor, then opened a whirlpool-like door and walked into the dark world.

Traynor held the severed finger in his hand, sighed for a long time, picked up Florent's already cold body, and walked steadily towards the medical team.

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Two months later, a port in a certain city in Loen.

The passenger ship bound for the Southern Continent is about to leave the port. It is full of sons who cannot inherit the family property, businessmen who dream of getting rich, and pirates who want to wash their hands in anonymity. They are preparing to go to Balang to fight. They dream that they will become a plantation.

Lord, manage a large number of properties including slaves, or enter the comprador chamber of commerce to seek power and wealth. In short, the southern continent is a good place now, and a ship ticket is hard to find. The aborigines there are docile and easy to tame, and are suitable for buying as servants

.Coupled with the fact that the relations between various countries in the Northern Continent are complicated and war seems to be about to break out, this place has become the best place for people looking for stability.

Among these passengers who were not noble enough but a little vulgar, there was one who stood out. He was neatly dressed and spoke elegantly. He had the composure of Rune and the casual enthusiasm of Intis. He spent generously and treated

Women were polite but distant, so everyone naturally regarded him as a noble in distress, which triggered some small-scale discussions. Unfortunately, he often stayed in his private room and only appeared during banquets.

The voyage lasted 42 days and passed through some islands in the Sunia Sea, stopping briefly at specific ports to replenish supplies.

While the kitchen was busy preparing the meals needed for the dinner, some crew members and servants disembarked from the ship and went to the port to buy newspapers as entrusted by their masters. Newspapers originated in Intis, and the speed of news circulation made all countries unable to help but build newspaper offices, so

People can learn the "latest" news from other countries more than a month later.

The Emperor of Intis, Russell Gustav, died and was jointly assassinated by the Eternal Sun Church and the former royal family, the Sauron family. Many nobles were attacked and killed during the coup, and the aristocracy suffered a major impact... More than half of the government officials lost their lives.

Led by Edward Vaughn, the Earl of the Palace and Minister of Military Affairs, several big figures disappeared or died, causing the government management system to almost paralyze... The Sauron family tried to win over all parties for restoration, but the bargaining chips they could offer were limited, and no clear decision has been made yet.

Support. Thanks to these eye-catching big news, the newspaper has made a lot of money.

The passengers carried brand-new newspapers and talked loudly about the current international situation, and the pre-dinner dance almost turned into a royal hall. The door of a certain room in the first class was closed tightly at this time, and the angel of the abyss who had died in secular history was sitting.

Standing by the bay window, quietly looking at the horizon at sunset.

After a moment, he took out a small notebook from his arms and turned to a certain page - this page was full of Intis words, scrawled but elegant, and two pages of their future travel plans were written eloquently.

Behind the travel plan is his own handwriting, listing the names of places in the plan in Intis language, such as "Inside the Dusk Palace", "Bailam Empire Mausoleum Ruins", "Highland Kingdom Ruins", "Pasu Island"

"Bay" and so on, many of which are officially prohibited areas, which shows how much the planners trust Edward's power.

Edward held the quill in silence for a few seconds, and then slowly ticked the box behind "Bailan Empire Mausoleum Site".

TBC

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A small climax ends, and the next chapter returns to the main text timeline.

However, considering the word count problem, the signing of the contract is far away, so I have to use fragmented diaries and supplementary settings to delay the time.

*Seeing that some readers are asking about the agreement between Decay and the Djinn, I will reply here.

The "unknown conversation" at the beginning of a previous chapter is actually between Decay and the Djinn. Their deal is: Decay helps the Djinn occupy a high-ranking identity in the two families of Order, and to a certain extent, escapes the control of Tianzun and affects both parties.

In preparation for leaving the earth, the djinn gods helped Bai Shan find clues to the source of matter. When this deal was established, their target was actually Rune or the royal family of Fenebote, but Russell jumped directly through the sequence.

Being half a black emperor naturally makes him the best hunting target.

Everyone knows what happened next. Russell shined as the Black Emperor. He was very interested in the decline, so he indulged in watching movies and forgot about the Djinn God's agreement. He did not take action before his death. When Russell died, he was

The fierce pollution trapped him in the mausoleum, and the Djinn God was unwilling to accept this identity that was contaminated by the Mother Goddess. So in the end, the Djinn God’s food flew out of his mouth, and Decay failed to get any clues about his source. The two old

The relationship between Japan and Japan is tense now, but Deng Shen cannot really break with Decline. (Deng Shen: Decline King wdnmd) So we must separate work and hobbies.
Chapter completed!