The little wife of the blood clan boss

Chapter 127 How cruel is this?

Ashekt no longer paid attention to everyone's surprised eyes and stared at the memory crystal in Anrusen's hand, as if he wanted to penetrate it.

The next second, he stretched out his hand to grab it!
His strength was not weak, and the attack was sudden and so fast that Anrusen was caught off guard.Seeing that the memory crystal was about to fall into his hands, Ashekt suddenly felt his whole body stiffen, as if all the strength in his body had been drained out, and he fell to his knees softly.

This is... what happened?
Everyone was puzzled, but Ashekt himself knew clearly and felt resentful in his heart.

It's Zorosius!It was him!

Ashekt used his remaining strength to turn his head and glare at him angrily. There was no trace of pretense in his eyes, and there was a determination to defeat the enemy.

Zorosius ignored it. He placed Nightmare on the main seat and stood up.He raised his hand slightly, and the memory crystal that was originally tightly held by An Lusen flew into his hand.

Zorosius lowered his eyes and rubbed his knuckles on the smooth surface of the crystal for a while. Suddenly, a white mist filled the top of the crystal, like a projection, projecting the recorded content.

In the picture, Ashekt is standing in front of the bed holding a medicine bowl. He looks a little more immature than now, but the ambition revealed on his face scares even the many powerful people present who have gone through great storms.

"No need to struggle, there is no antidote for this poison. You should be lucky that the last person you saw before you died was me, my dear father." Ashekt knelt down and said with a trace of regret: "You said you , wouldn’t it be better to just die in the holy war? You can also gain a good reputation as a sacrificer, but... you want to come back and block my way!"

Barules was lying on the bed, his originally strong body looking a little decadent at the moment.He kept coughing, as if he wanted to cough up the bowl of medicine that had entered his throat.

"Why..." His voice was hoarse and he was indescribably tired, "I only have you as my son, and this position will belong to you sooner or later. Why cough, cough, cough..."

"It is true that you only have one son, me, but that's only for now. Now that the war is over, you are free. Who knows if you will give me some younger brothers someday?"

Ashekt sighed helplessly and said the cruelest words: "Besides, our lifespan is too long, even endless. I want this seat, and I don't know how long it will take. I might as well kill him directly." Simply. Don’t worry, after you die, I will definitely be in charge of the entire Bruch clan!"

"You, you...cough cough cough..." Barules's face turned red, and he didn't know whether he was coughing or being angry.His trembling hand pointed at Ashekt. Before he could say anything, he spit out a mouthful of blood and closed his eyes completely.

Screen so far.

Because the scene when Barules died was very similar to the scene when suffering from the side effects of the torture axe, no one suspected it at the time.Everyone thought it was caused by excessive use of the torture ax during the holy war. Unexpectedly, this was the result.

Their wise and mighty king devoted all his energy to the Bruh clan.But in the end, he died in the hands of his only son because he lived too long.

How cruel is this? !

"He deserves to die! He doesn't deserve to be our king at all!" After a moment of silence, someone shouted loudly.

The rest of the people's eyes also turned towards Ashekt, some with complicated expressions, and some with hatred.

(End of this chapter)