"Kill!"
"Kill!"
"Kill!"
Who else had the Wolf Cavalry submitted to other than Ding Ning?
Patrick had almost rushed to their Young Mistress and taken her hostage. He had even seriously injured Lang Kui. This was a great humiliation to them.
The Wolf Cavalry's ferocity was completely stimulated. They all raised their scimitars and roared with fighting spirit. Even the seriously injured Wolf Cavalry did not show any weakness.
Their killing intent soared into the sky and did not stop for a long time. It was terrifying.
The Western warriors all shrunk back in fear and looked at Patrick. They all cursed this bastard in their hearts for wanting to save face. He was not afraid of being powerful, but they were afraid of death.
The Wolf Cavalry thought that it was a shame to lose three Wolf Guards, but this achievement scared the Western warriors out of their wits. The other party had only lost three Wolf Guards, but they had killed hundreds of their people. This was an absolute suppression. Who would be willing to die for no reason?
Patrick was furious. Although he was seriously injured, the dignity of a European Martial Emperor could not be violated. If he did not accept the Wolf Cavalry's provocation, how would he be able to face others in the future?
Pu!
Just as his eyes were sinister and he was about to order everyone to fight to the death, he suddenly felt a pain in his waist. All the strength in his body flowed away like a tide. The injuries that had been suppressed suddenly erupted, causing him to instantly enter a state of near death.
"Why … why?"
Patrick slowly turned his head to look at Horne. His eyes were filled with pain, disappointment, and disbelief.
"Avenge mother, avenge Sully, Kassman, Jezmi, Joska, Shana … and all the people you killed, all the people you killed."
Horne's face was ferocious and his eyes were bloodshot. There was no fear or apology, only monstrous hatred and boundless joy.
"When I was thirteen, you beat my mother to death in front of me. When I was fourteen, in the spring, you killed my good friends Jim and Chael. In the summer, you killed my classmates Carkley, Hans Jones, and John. In the autumn, you killed my classmate Cobenson who was joking with me. In the winter, no one died because no one dared to be friends with me anymore."
Horne's bloody and tearful accusation moved everyone. The Western warriors were already afraid. At this moment, no one was willing to fight.
"I locked myself in my room and didn't go out. I didn't come into contact with anyone. It wasn't because I was autistic, but because I was afraid that you would continue to kill people. But we didn't expect that you would vent your anger on the servants at home. They were all servants who watched me grow up. A total of 14 servants were all killed by you in front of me. Have you ever considered my feelings?"
Horne twisted the dagger in his hand. With tears in his eyes, he stared hatefully at Patrick, whose expression was frozen. "On my birthday when I was eighteen, other people's parents gave me birthday presents that they liked. But you gave me this dagger that pierced your kidney. It was also that night that I turned from a boy to a man. But you used the absurd reason that the son of a martial emperor must have seen blood to force me to kill the first woman in my life …"
As Horne listed out the crimes, the way everyone looked at Patrick changed. They did not expect that the Martial God they had always worshipped, respected, and even fanatically admired was such a twisted character. It could even be said that he was a crazy, perverted murderer.
His sick and abnormal fatherly love and temperamental killing of innocent people made everyone's hair stand on end. They secretly rejoiced that they had never crossed paths with Horne. Otherwise, they might have died long ago.
Ye Yingying's face was as pale as a sheet. Her whole body was trembling. Just thinking about it gave her a lingering fear. Fortunately, the Eighth Junior Sister and the Wolf Cavalry arrived in time. Otherwise, she did not know how tragic her fate would be.
"But everything I did was for you, Horne. My child, I did it all for you …"
Patrick's face was full of sorrow as he said bitterly. "Enough.
"Enough, don't use such disgusting words to explain your hypocritical love. If you really loved me, you wouldn't have killed my mother, nor would you have killed so many innocent people. My eight wives and my five unborn children were all killed by a demon like you. You're a pervert, a devil. You made me live in regret and fear for the rest of my life. All my misfortune was caused by you …"
Horne shouted angrily with hatred as he shed tears of blood. He pulled out the dagger in his hand and stabbed it into Patrick's back like a madman.
Blood flowed from the corner of Patrick's mouth. If he wanted to, he could have killed Horne even if he was seriously injured. However, he did not. His face was full of doting and love. "I'm sorry, Horne. I didn't expect that my love would cause you so much trouble. I don't blame you. I didn't do it well enough, but …" Patrick's expression changed, becoming extremely ferocious and terrifying. He roared hysterically like a lunatic, "You are my son, my only son.
You're mine, you can only belong to me, so they deserve to die, all of them deserve to die. I didn't do anything wrong, it's just that I didn't do it well enough. If I knew that you would be unhappy because of this, I would have done it secretly and not let you know. Then you wouldn't blame me, right? "Patrick's expression changed, becoming extremely sinister and terrifying. He roared hysterically like a lunatic," You're my son, my only son! Those bitches thought that they could take you away from me just because you're pregnant with my child! No, absolutely not! You're mine, you can only belong to me, so they deserve to die!
"Stubborn. You deserve to die."
Horne's eyes turned cold. He gripped the dagger with both hands and slashed it diagonally, almost cutting Patrick's waist in half. Those who were close could even hear the sound of his lumbar vertebrae being cut open.
A look of pain appeared on Patrick's face, but he stretched out his bloody hand and caressed Horne's face. His eyes were full of doting love. "I understand. If my death can make you happy, I'm very willing to die. However, you can't kill me with your own hands. I can't let you be accused of patricide."
Just as Horne's expression changed slightly, Patrick suddenly pushed him away and stumbled toward the Wolf Rider. He laughed loudly. "Come on, kill me."
"As you wish!"
Lang Yu sighed softly. A look of respect appeared in his eyes.
No matter how perverted Patrick was, no matter how despicable he was, he was still thinking about Horne's reputation even in death. He was unwilling to let Horne bear the infamy of patricide. This kind of fatherly love that was as heavy as a mountain could not be faked.
Everyone knew that even if no one made a move, Patrick would definitely not be able to live. However, in order to show respect to a strong person, the Wolf Riders still picked up their scimitars and planned to give him a quick death to fulfill his final wish.
"No, no one can kill you. You are my father. Even if you die, you must die by my hands."
Unexpectedly, before the Wolf Riders could make a move, Horne rushed forward with tears streaming down his face. He used the dagger that he had used to kill for the first time to madly brandish it and cut Patrick into pieces. Blood and minced meat scattered all over the ground.
"Hahaha, I've taken my revenge. Mother, my friends, my lovers, my children, do you see this? I've finally killed that demon with my own hands. He will go to hell after his death and will never harass you again. You can all rest assured. "
Horne knelt in a pool of blood and laughed maniacally with his head raised. His tears had long wet his cheeks.
Everyone's hearts were heavy. Even if Patrick had gone too far, he was Horne's biological father after all. He insisted on killing his father with his own hands. This was somewhat unacceptable from a moral and ethical point of view.
"Father, I'm sorry. I know you love me, but your love is too extreme, too extreme, too heavy. I can't bear it at all. I hate you, but … I also love you."
Horne kowtowed heavily three times to Patrick's body. His forehead was bleeding, but he did not care at all. He revealed an extremely brilliant and heartbreaking smile. "My innocent mother, wife, friends, classmates, and children are all good people. They will all go to heaven. Without a demon like you, I think they will live very happily. But you are my father who loves me deeply. How can I bear to let you suffer alone in hell? Now, I've killed you. The crime of patricide should be enough for me to go to hell. Father, wait for me, I'm coming to accompany you."
Poof.
Horne, who was kneeling on the ground, stabbed his own heart with the dagger that was stained with the blood of countless people. With a smile of relief on his face, he plunged into Patrick's body.
The blood of the father and son gradually merged into one on the ground, just like the entanglement of their fates. There was me in you, and you in me. They would never be separated again.
In fact, the moment Horne raised the dagger, many people had the ability to stop him, but in the end, no one did so.
It was not because they were cold and heartless, but because they respected Horne's choice. This was probably the best ending for the poor man.
He had avenged his mother and all the people who had been killed by Patrick. It could be said that he had fulfilled his wish.
He did not hesitate to kill his father with his own hands, just so that he could go to hell and accompany his father, who had gone to the extreme because of his love for him, to fulfill his filial piety.
Speaking of which, those who died were very innocent, but in fact, the most innocent and pitiful person was Horne. He was reincarnated into the wrong body and became Patrick's son. He had to bear the extreme fatherly love that Patrick imposed on him endlessly. His fate was not up to him at all, so he was destined to be a tragic figure in this life.
But from another perspective, wasn't this proof of Horne's good nature? If he had been arrogant and domineering because of Patrick's love and became a bloodthirsty maniac, perhaps today would have been a different ending.
"Dig a hole and bury the father and son together."
Although he and Patrick were mortal enemies just a moment ago, after all, the dead were the most important. Horne was also a person who deserved people's respect. Even if it was to fulfill his last wish, Lang Yu still ordered them to be buried on the spot.
"By the way, have any of you seen my young master?"
Lang Yu glanced at the group of cowering Western martial artists and asked.
His brothers had died in battle. He had wanted to kill them, but after what Horne had done, he no longer had this thought.
"Half a day ago, we saw him enter the desert."
The white martial artist who had invited Ding Ning to go with them answered somewhat cautiously.
"Half a day ago?"
Lang Yu frowned. "Do you know the exact direction?"
"Yes, but it's useless. Not long after he went in, a sandstorm appeared in the direction he went. It's impossible to find him if we follow the original route."
Although the white martial artist did not say it clearly, the meaning was very clear. Ding Ning encountered a sandstorm, and the chance of survival was very small.
"Thank you very much."
Lang Yu did not care at all. He smiled and nodded to thank him.
What a joke. Who was his marshal? It would be strange if a sandstorm could do anything to him.
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