In the southern part of the Ilya Kingdom, outside an unknown seaside town.
Whoosh!
After receiving the sorcery signal from the frontline, the fleet of four three-masted armed merchant ships raised their sails and slowly set sail. The flag hanging on the ships indicated that they belonged to the Kingdom of Heimar.
But in fact, all the crew and passengers on the ship were Ilyians.
Moreover, most of the passengers were the close family members of the Ilya Republic's highest authority, the Constitutional Assembly.
Even the family members of the speaker and the deputy speaker were among them.
Facing the sea breeze that was gradually getting colder.
A tall young man in a hunting suit with a heroic air stood on the stern of the ship, quietly watching the country behind him become smaller and smaller. However, the wooden railing in his hand kept creaking, showing that the young man's heart was far from being as calm as his face.
"It's only been three months. Is the rise of the Nelco Family coming to an abrupt end just like that?"
The young eldest son of the Nelco Family, Altman Nelco, became a senior official Knight at his age. It was already very impressive. With the support of his father, he was promoted to the captain of a battleship in the Ilya Navy. It could be said that he was outstanding.
However, since he appeared here, it was obvious that he did not participate in the war in the north. Instead, he was arranged to stay in the nameless small town together with the other members' families before this' Founding War 'that concerned the fate of the republic.
Until today, they received the news that they did not want to hear the most.
The powerful army that gathered two Tier 4 Transcendents, the former kingdom's navy, the pirate fleet under the command of the Pirate King of the Black Sea, and the ghoul army was defeated so easily!
This defeat meant that the efforts of the business aristocrats over the past few decades were all in vain. Their close family members who had vested interests had no choice but to go into exile.
At this time, everyone was facing an uncertain future.
Suddenly.
Bang!
"Ah!"
After a dull thud of a heavy object falling to the ground, it was followed by a sweet and clear female scream.
Altman, who was in a bad mood to begin with and was enjoying the breeze by himself, had a gloomy expression on his face after being disturbed by someone.
He turned his head around to take a look.
On the main deck, a beautiful noble lady with long blue hair unique to the Gregory family, who was dressed as a married woman despite her young age, tightly covered her chest with her hands like a frightened deer.
A barefoot, coarse-clothed merchant ship's crew stood at the side, at a loss of what to do. His red and black face was filled with fear.
A wooden barrel rolled to their feet.
For a former Marine captain, it wasn't difficult to judge what had just happened.
Although the war didn't start abruptly, it took a lot of effort for the entourage to prepare sufficient supplies and safely gather this group of pampered families.
It was normal for some of the materials piled up on the deck to be slowly moved to the warehouse after the ship set sail.
This was especially true when sailing ships were at their busiest. Normally, the passengers would be requested to stay in their own rooms and not go to the deck to add to the chaos.
Obviously, this lady did not care about this rule.
However, after Altman frowned, he gave an order to the family's private army that had rushed over after hearing the news.
"Throw this idiot who offended Madam Zerom into the sea!"
Two ferocious private soldiers immediately swarmed forward and grabbed the crew member who was shouting "Spare me!" and "Spare me!" before throwing him into the ice-cold sea.
Splash!
They completely ignored the fact that it was the turn of autumn and winter in this high latitude region. No matter how good the crew was in the water, it was impossible for them to swim back to the shore alive.
Although he was well aware of who was right and who was wrong, he carried out the teachings of the Nelco family even more thoroughly. "Only ask about the position, not the right or wrong!"
Subsequently.
The young man's expression had changed. Like a gentleman who saved a damsel in distress, he walked gracefully to the noble lady's side and bowed slightly.
"Madam, I'm very sorry. It was my thoughtlessness that allowed these vulgar lowly people to run around on the ship.
You must be worried about the safety of His Excellency the speaker.
However, there's no need to worry. The Chamber of Commerce has an emergency teleportation channel. Perhaps when we arrive at the Kingdom of Heimar, we'll find that His Excellency the speaker and the others are already waiting for us there.
The view on the stern is not bad. Why don't you follow me? "
The tall and handsome former naval officer was obviously much more pleasing to the eye than the old man who was only a few years younger than her father. He was also more in line with the aesthetics of a military family.
"Then I'll have to trouble you, Mr. Nelco."
The young and beautiful lady had a smile on her face. She allowed the other party to hold her slender arm as they walked up to the stern together.
.....
On the west coast of Iberia, in a place called "Blackstone Town."
Ten years had passed, and the traces left by the Night of Blood and Fire had almost disappeared. Other than the Garriott family's ancestral home that had been turned into white land, the houses that had been burned down had long been rebuilt.
Even because of the long-term prosperity brought to the town by the mining of large iron mines, the residential area had been expanded several times and the scale far exceeded the past. However, the people who lived here were no longer the citizens of the Garriott family.
In the northeast corner of the town was a long-abandoned cemetery. The tombstones were mottled and overgrown with weeds. Everywhere was telling the story of desolation and ruin.
But this was the cemetery where the ancestors of the Garriott family were buried.
Whoosh —
Three silhouettes suddenly appeared here.
Bang!
The middle-aged man was thrown to the ground that was already full of withered grass.
At this time, Wright was really in a sorry state. His buttons were torn, his hair was messy, his eyes were bruised, and there were several bloodstains on his face. This was the masterpiece of his accomplices.
Elvin did not tell the truth after all. Even without Wright, he would not have let this group of people go. After leaving the group of people to the main force that came later, he brought Wright here alone.
It was also the place where everything began.
"Hahaha, ten years ago, I made the mistake of not doing things secretly. Now that I've lost, it's not wrong. But ten years later, we'll start over again. "
Wright, who got up from the ground, tidied up his appearance. After seeing where he was, he had calmly accepted his fate. He had the attitude of someone who could afford to lose.
He had already arranged a place for his family in advance. His elders, brothers, and nephews had gone to the mainland long ago. The last to leave, his eldest son, should have already gone to the sea.
How could it be so easy to find him in the vast sea?
Moreover, two generations ago, the Nelco family had already made a name for themselves in the commercial field. After three generations of painstaking efforts, they had the power to counterattack the royal family and become one of the founders of the Ilya Republic.
Some people even called him and Zerom the two founding fathers of the Ilya Republic.
Although they had failed in the end, the fault was not on them.
Wright, who was an ordinary Knight, had led the family all the way to where they were now. His life was completely worth it.
The future generations of the family would rely on the resources that he had saved for them. They would grow rapidly. In the future, there might be a day when they would counterattack and settle accounts!
However.
Wright's calm and generous appearance was not what Elvin wanted to see. His eyes narrowed dangerously.
"Oh? It seems that the Nelco family has a strong foundation. You still have unrealistic hopes. But you don't seem to understand one thing! "
Wright's expression suddenly changed as he had a bad premonition. He forced himself to remain calm and asked, "What's the matter?
He forced himself to calm down and asked, "What … do you want to do?"
"After experiencing this farce that lasted for three months, you should have learned not to doubt the power of Extraordinaries with the eyes of mortals. Especially the power of a great wizard.
Moreover, you are not so naive as to think that we are the messengers of justice. Even when we take revenge, we will pay attention to 'only killing the evil leader', right? "
* Rustle … *
The pages of the inherited magic book [Flesh Sacrifice] in front of Elvin flipped quickly.
"Altar, open!"
A blood-red light shot up from the magic book. The flowing light formed intricate runes, spells, and arrays. It slowly turned into a tree-shaped three-dimensional instrument.
Elvin reached out his hand and flicked a drop of Wright's blood into the center of the instrument.
The blood-red light started to circulate rapidly.
[Level 3 Witchcraft — Blood Curse]
This was the first time Elvin used this spell on a human since he created it.
* Whoosh! *
Accompanied by a spiritual wind in the void, a phantom of a double helix structure slowly extended from the instrument. One end was connected to the altar, while the other extended into the void.
If one were to compare the structure of this double helix, they would find that it was identical to a certain part of Wright's genetic code.
"Mister Wright, put away your arrogant attitude. You are neither a hero nor a revolutionary. You are just a villain through and through. Repent! Repent to the people you have persecuted, and to the ancestors of the Garriott family! "
* Noi — *
Along with the curse that reeked of blood, an invisible force broke through the void.
The curses used by a superior Adept were practically unrestricted by the region they were in.
The next moment.
The young man who was laughing and chatting with the noble lady at the stern of the ship suddenly grabbed his neck and fell to the ground.
His face gradually paled. Like a fish out of water, he struggled and convulsed.
"Ah —!"
The beautiful noble lady screamed again.
Far away in the Kingdom of Heimar, in the encampment of the Dasatir School of Spirit Cultivation, a young man who was studying witchcraft knowledge with a group of classmates suddenly fell to the ground.
His teacher, who was an official wizard, panicked and called for the first seat of the school.
"Sir First Seat, what's wrong with Nelco? Please save him. Mister Wright has paid for the school's materials for three whole years. "
All he got was the first seat's death sentence.
"No amount of gold lions can compare to the hatred of a great wizard. Return all the money he donated to the school tomorrow. Oh, looks like there's no place to return it.
Just treat it as if I've never seen this person. "
A middle-aged gentleman who was chatting with his business partner in the Kingdom of Shilius …
No matter where he was, within three generations (father's generation, brother's generation, nephew's generation), none of his blood relatives would be spared.
Of course.
Even the School of Curses, which was the most proficient in this field, had to pay a hefty price for killing someone directly.
The principle of the Blood Curse was to squeeze out the life force of the human body, giving the macrophages in the human body extraordinary activity to attack normal red blood cells and break down the hemoglobin that transported oxygen.
Indirectly killing someone was even more painful than directly killing someone.
Due to the blood connection, Wright felt the pain as well. Every time a blood relative died, a part of his red blood cells would be broken down.
At this moment, he no longer had the calmness he had before. Tears and snot flowed down his face as he spoke incoherently.
"No, I'm wrong! Spare me, spare me, I beg you, stop —! "
* Bang! *
But as all his blood relatives died, Wright, who was as pale as a sheet of paper, fell to the ground. His pupils dilated, his consciousness blurred, his breathing became labored, and his heartbeat slowed down.
Elvin nodded to his sister.
Anita, who also had her share of revenge, raised the longsword in her hand and swung it down.
* Puchi! *
Perhaps he had never dreamt that a murder case caused by an iron mine would end up like this.
"Father, Mother, Grandpa Leo, ten years … it's finally over! Wuwuwu … "
Looking at the mottled tombstones in the cemetery, Anita, who had always been strong, was crying like a child in Elvin's arms.
.....
High in the sky above the naval battlefield.
"Shariye, it's obvious that you have completely lost. The power of capital isn't that unstoppable."
The Slaughter Angel, whose face was blank, had already walked out from the shadow of defeat. He shrugged.
"It doesn't matter. Although we have lost this round, the flame of capital has already ignited. However, the flame of 'capital' has been ignited, and the fragile feudal monarchy will only retreat. The fire of change will eventually burn the entire world. "
"Is that so? Then let us wait and see. "
Sacred Angel Belinus smiled lightly and meaningfully.
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