Vol 5 Chapter 134: Redstone Change

"My father, it looks like you have encountered some distress."
A wicked smile hung on Ize Wende's face, and then he found a seat on the side with ease.
Seeing the appearance of his son, Basil's instinct was a little disgusted, and the defeat in the battle made him feel a faint anger.
"Why are you only coming back now?"
Basil lifted his eyelids wide, revealing bloodshot eyes.
"Isn't this contacting the other two tribes, I didn't get free during the whole process, but who knew that I came back and got news of the tribe's defeat."
Izewende poured himself a glass of berry juice and drank it contentedly. Although the truth was cruel, there was no panic, anger or loss on his face, but a hint of mockery on his face.
"How is the connection between the two tribes?"
"It was a success, the other party agreed to send troops, but..." Ize Wende's voice is always reminiscent of Ye Xiao, especially in such an empty hall.
"But what? When did you learn to talk to me like this." The blood vessels in Basil's palm burst out as he buckled the armrests hard, and the thick black feather cloak rustled.
"Hehe, but because of your defeat, the two tribes have repented again."
Izewende raised his head and spoke blankly, the mockery in his eyes was not concealed.
"You dare to speak to me like this, Izevindrakoh... Do you feel that you have grown to the point of ignoring dignity this year?" Basilrakor finally got up from his chair. He stared at him with the same cold eyes.
At this moment, the atmosphere in the entire hall suddenly became cold, and as Basil took off from the high platform, the pressure brought by the accumulated power over the years became even heavier.
Step by step, Basil stretched his black feather cloak and walked straight to his son, Izewende.
"Does the upper ranks like to escape like this?"
"Is it really hard to admit a mistake? Although I don't want to admit it, but..."
Ize Wende stretched out his right hand with five fingers, staring at his nails playfully, and said with a chuckle: "You are so rubbish."
This sentence is shocking.
Because this is not what a son can say to his father.
Basil took a broad step.
"Oh? Aren't you angry? You are still some city government, not as stupid as you think." Putting his palms away, Ize Wende stood up with a smile, still with a hint of mockery in his eyes.
"It's just that ignorance is ignorance after all, and inferior is inferior, and the upper limit ends here. To be honest, your ability really disappointed me."
Ize Wende faced the burly figure who was half head higher than himself, and stepped forward gently.
If you don't look at the facial expressions and listen to the dialogue, you seem to think that this is the father and son who walk into the embrace.
Basil pulled a wide-skinned smile and moved the corners of his mouth, looking at the unceremonious child in front of him, and said coldly: "Sure enough, it's not my son, but you still called me for so many days. Dad, so I will make your death easier."
"Is there any point in saying this now? You still call yourself an eagle... a ridiculous and inferior race." Ize Wende raised his little finger on his right hand, "Your vision is just as big as this small nail. So, are you going to call the guards or run away?"
Ize Wende took another step and stood still.
The figures of the two are only five meters at the moment, and each other's figures are clearly visible in their eyes.
"Ah."
There was only a sneer in response to Izewende.
Basil's broad black feather cloak burst into pieces instantly.
In the sky of black feathers falling, a figure suddenly tore the air, accompanied by a loud noise.
Basil stretched out his majestic upper body with scars. At this moment, he swept away the image of a conspirator before and turned into a violent warrior.
At the moment, his hands are wearing a very sophisticated white bone glove, and the spikes on the glove are colored with precipitated blood, making people no doubt about the power of this punch.
Even a hard rock can be blasted by a punch.
If it falls on the human body, the half-inch-long spike is enough to tear the human body apart.
The smile on Ize Wende's face disappeared, and he moved sideways for half a meter strangely when he was about to hit his body.
Heavy fists passed by, but the wind of fists brought Ize Wende's robes and hunted.
"Is this your mind..."
Click!
Izewende's cynicism stopped abruptly as soon as it sounded.
Because the fist that had clearly staggered the body, at this moment, I don't know when it turned into a palm and appeared behind his head. The five fingers clenched and twisted suddenly.
Decisive and spicy!
In the crisp sound of bone cracking, Ize Wende's neck was twisted 180 degrees!
Holding Izewende’s shoulder with one hand, and letting go of the other’s head with the other, Basil looked at all the faces whose expressions were frozen~EbookFREE.me~ you think of yourself. Something happened. "
There was no pain of killing one's own children at all in the voice, and some were just colder than the enemy.
However, as soon as his voice fell, his pupils shrank suddenly!
"what!?"
I saw the face of Ize Wende, whose expression was frozen, suddenly burst into a smile with an extremely dangerous aura.
The neck bone was broken, and the mortal smiled like this.
Is there anything weirder than this?
Basil's reaction speed is extremely fast, and the right hand that has just been retracted pops out like lightning, and this time he wants to squeeze Ize Wende's head.
But at this moment, his movement suddenly froze.
puff!
A palm penetrated his chest directly.
The strength of the whole body receded like a tide.
Obviously Ize Wende's head is only a few centimeters away from his palm, but those centimeters have become an insurmountable sky.
He said with difficulty: "Why... what..."
A bright red heart was pinched in Izewende's hand.
Hearing this, Ize Wende was turned around with a mockery, "Lower creature."
The five fingers snapped abruptly.
boom!
The bright red heart was instantly pinched.
It's just that there was no splash of plasma.
Because all the blood has been absorbed by Izevande's palm at this moment.
Abnormal flushes surged on his pale face.
The body facing the front twisted like a puppet.
While the neck was squirming, I heard only a click, and Ize Wende moved his neck and returned to its original state.
Looking at Basil's wide open, who was dead but still reluctant to close his eyes, Izewende had a mocking smile at the corner of his mouth, his palm suddenly pulled out, allowing the corpse to fall down.
He really hates this uncivilized way of transferring power.