In the corridor of the Heavenly Dragon Manor, a tragedy of a close relative being killed was unfolding.
Igor looked at the extremely scared Wachell and stopped, looking into his eyes thoughtfully.
This wonderful feeling was like looking into a mirror. It was as if he had seen himself six years ago, so weak and helpless.
Witnessing his mother's tragic death, he could only clench his fists, but he was powerless to change reality.
Fear, unwillingness, and anger were about to burst out of his eyes.
If looks could kill, he would have been beheaded long ago.
Unfortunately, in this cruel world where the strong preyed on the weak, strength and strategy were the only protective talismans.
"I'm going to kill you! Avenge my mother!"
Suddenly, Wachelle's angry eyes froze. He raised his young fist and punched Igor's face.
A trace of blood seeped out of Igor's mouth, but his weak strength was like an egg hitting a stone.
Who would care about the anger of an ant?
"Your name is Wachelle, which means vulture.”
Igor straightened his body and turned to look at Ton. He thought for a moment and continued.
"Unfortunately, I am an eagle. You are destined to be a weaker substitute than me.”
As soon as he finished speaking, Igor raised his palm and hit Wachell with great force.
Her small body was like a kite with a broken string, flying into the air and crashing heavily into the wall before sliding to the ground.
"Weak people can't change their lives, they're only fit to watch the show.”
Igor glanced at the son of a noble who was leaning against the wall and was too weak to resist. He turned his head to Ton.
"Stop, Igor... I'll give my life back to you and your son. I only beg you to let Wachelle go!”
After witnessing his wife's tragic death, Ton did understand Igor's feelings a little.
With such a heavy hatred and living for so many years, Ton seemed to have some empathy.
The difference was that Igor finally had the strength to avenge himself, but his family could not escape death.
"Let him go…Back then, my mother also begged you like this. Why didn't you let me go!”
Igor roared hysterically, grabbed Ton's collar with one hand, and lifted him into the air with his feet off the ground.
In six years, Igor had grown into a teenager and was as tall as Ton.
He did not expect that the similar height only made it easier for Igor to judge his father.
"Cough cough! I... I'm sorry…And your mother."
Igor's hand was on his neck, making it difficult for Ton to breathe, but there was nothing he could do except apologize.
His mistake was that his identity as a Heavenly Dragon had harmed this mother and son. He clearly couldn't give it to them, but he made a promise.
"Haha, alright then."
He was extremely disappointed in this incompetent person. Whether it was his promise back then or his apology today, it could not change the reality.
His mother could not return to his eyes, and he could not return to the past.
Igor held Ton with one hand and tore his clothes open with the other, revealing his chest.
"Let me see what you're thinking!”
Igor opened his fingers and stabbed deep into Ton's chest. Blood seeped out of the wound.
"What are you doing! Ah!"
With a ripping sound, the skin on Ton's chest ripped off Igor's body, revealing his white ribs.
Then, Igor broke the ribs one by one until he saw the blood-red heart exposed.
"Ahhhhh!"
The immense pain kept hitting his brain. At this moment, Ton even wanted to die, but his will was still awake.
Igor reached his hand into his chest and felt his son's hand on his heart!
In his blurry vision due to the pain, Ton saw an unimaginable scene, causing him to suddenly be distracted.
Igor's eyes were filled with hatred and fanaticism, and two streams of tears rolled down his cheeks!
"Yi... Igor, I…I can't choose."
Feeling his heart being pulled, Ton wasn't afraid of being killed by Igor. The balance in his heart finally tilted to one side.
Knowing that death was coming, he could finally let go of his worries about his race and identity. He also understood how to make a choice.
Igor's tears made him realize that the person in front of him was still his continuation, and he had to complete what he could not.
Only after he died would he be able to face Youni with a clear conscience.
"Clan... Long... Give the order…Kill... You guys... Mother and son."
As soon as he finished speaking, Igor pulled out Ton's heart. The red heart beat a few times in his hand and calmed down.
At the same time that Ton passed away, the truth was finally revealed, but it was like his mother had died in front of him.
The truth could not change the direction of fate and the ending of the story, and he could not feel pity again.
Igor knew that he was destined to bear the curse of hatred and walk to the end of the dark side of the world!
"We're even!"
Igor looked at Ton's black, bloody chest and his frozen, relieved eyes, and finally let go of his collar.
Thon's body fell to the ground with a thud, his limbs limp and drooping around.
"Mother, I will make the culprit pay the price…"
Igor stared at the body for a while, then bent down and closed Ton's eyes.
"I'm going to kill you! I'll kill you!"
During the process of killing his father, Wachelle kept shouting as if he wanted to eat Igor.
First, his mother was trampled to death, and then his father's heart was dug out. The scene in front of him was like an electric current that stimulated his brain over and over again.
He had just been sent flying and had multiple fractures in his body, but Wachelle seemed to have forgotten the pain and crawled towards Igor.
"Do you want revenge?"
Igor turned to look at Wachell and saw another version of himself.
"As long as I survive, I will definitely become stronger and kill you!”
After experiencing an unforgettable life lesson, the son of a noble gradually became indomitable and thirsted for power.
Igor smiled as he walked towards Wachell. He squatted down and deeply admired Wachell's angry face.
"Awoo!"
Wachelle suddenly attacked, biting Igor's hand and tearing it back.
Unexpectedly, Igor grabbed his tongue and pulled it out!
The blood-red tongue was pulled out half a meter away, bringing with it bits and pieces of flesh and blood. Wachsel died on the spot.
Igor stood up, threw the broken tongue aside, and walked away without looking at Wachell.
"I'm sorry, I don't allow a second me to exist!”
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