North of Wildfire City, Sebalon Manor.

Under a tall tower, near the claustrophobic loft, there was a quiet grave, uninhabited.

Only an elderly hunting dog licked his paws restlessly and wandered back and forth in the distance.

More than three groups of guards stared at this place, and even in the attic, there was no sound yet.

And when the painted black light burst out from the wildfire city like a broken egg, a slight sound came from the ancient attic.

A crisp creaking sound.

Then it quickly became silent.

The guards, whose nerves had just been provoked, relaxed their guard slightly.

After all, there is "that adult" guard.

No matter what happens, there will be no storm.

Thinking of this, they felt much more at ease. They saw the painted black light and the rumors about Mr. Banes that have been circulating in the manor recently, and there were many indescribable panic in their hearts.

“Those are rumors!”

"It was all made up by people with ulterior motives and slandered Master Banes!"

"No, now it's Mr. Barnes..."

The guards comforted themselves like this.

However, the story that happened in the attic was not as calm as they thought.

A brief candlelight was floating strangely in the air.

The old man was hung upside down in the air with a stinging body.

His eyes were protruding and filled with blood; his upper body was filled with strong muscles, and the complex and profound tattoos were entangled with the iron chains that bound him, which were a little difficult to distinguish.

There is a small hole in the floor, and not far away, there is a broken old yellow tooth.

The crunch just now was obviously the story of this broken tooth and hole.

"I deserve to be the former [Icefield Hunter] Charles."

"Your son's assessment of you is not inaccurate."

"Even in this case, you still haven't lost your mind, it's really rare."

A sinister sounded, like a ghost, echoing throughout the attic.

The old man remained silent, and the iron chain on his body suddenly turned and became tighter.

But he was indifferent.

Even though his skin mixed with thorny emotions was already scarred.

"If you want me to tell me, you should burn you, at least ruin these tattoos."

"It's a pity that Barnes still remembers the relationship between father and son."

"He is still not smart enough. I can see the cruelty in your eyes. I know that if you have the chance, you will kill him without hesitation; but he can't see this. I have to say that this is really the only regrettable thing that happened tonight... I can't even give the strong man a happy execution, which is not in line with my code of conduct."

Since when, a gecko fell quietly from the ceiling. It did not turn back to human body, but instead lay on the wound of the old man, gently licking it with his tongue. Under the glimmer of candlelight, the fine flesh at the crack of the old man's wound had just grown out and was licked into his stomach by it.

"Eliot..."

The old man spoke for the first time, his voice almost hoarse: "When I see you, I think of your father."

The gecko wags its tail indifferently:

"Remember the scene when you split him in half with an axe?"

"I don't think you are a nostalgic person."

"So coincidentally, so do I; so you mentioned my father's affairs, and you will not have any impact on me, nor will it have any impact on what tonight."

Charles' turbid eyes rolled without hesitation, and the Adam's apple squirmed with difficulty: "You are smarter than him."

"At least, you're not confused by that idiot."

Elliot sarcastically said, "But I still willingly do things for your son, including sneaking into the Blackwater Gang as an insider; and guarding you, the old man."

"All this is paying for what you have done."

"As for what will happen to Wildfire City, I don't care."

Charles smiled silently.

Suddenly, his eyes became sharper: "Look, you still care a lot."

Elliot was silent for a while and smiled: "I, he, mom, really cares!"

"You old guy, under the name of protecting the Northland, killed your best companion; I know he had no resentment when he died, so I won't kill you; but I really want to see what impact the monster my father almost released at the beginning would have?"

"And your son will do all this in person, I guess you will feel very proud, right?"

Charles sighed:

"Sure enough, all this is your planner."

Elliot laughed and said, "If I hadn't deliberately searched, ghosts would know how long that thing could be hidden in the Ghost Mother Forest? You don't know that guy clearly has extremely powerful strength, but he was as cowardly as an apprentice, hiding in the forest and eating mushrooms like a phobia of persecution..."

"Damn, this is definitely the stupidest evil god I have ever seen - a vile evil god! An evil god! Hiding in the forest all day eating mushrooms! I'm so laughing!"

"He also gave himself a funny nickname, called Xingling Riel... It doesn't matter, the evil god is always crazy, right?"

At this moment, a monster-like roar suddenly came from the direction of Wildfire City!

The sound shook the sky and the earth, and the whole north was trembling.

The gecko suddenly shook and jumped off Charles' body. He didn't care about his inch, holding a sword in one hand, gently striking Charles' wound on his waist, narrowing his eyes into a line: "Did you hear it? This is the roar of your baby son."

"Do I need me to describe him now? Sorry, I haven't seen him before, but I can make up for it..."

Before he finished speaking, the iron chain that was twisting the old man suddenly contracted.

Charles showed pain on his face, but his body still raised strangely and shrank into a ball in mid-air!

"Don't you want to live?" Elliot was a little puzzled. Charles was actually rubbing the iron chains with his body!

You know, there are many barbs and spikes on the chain.

This is set to prevent prisoners from escaping, and every struggle will bring more severe pain.

However, the elderly man remained indifferent.

The next second, Elliot noticed something was wrong. He was about to step forward, but Charles had suddenly removed the strange posture.

At that moment, Elliot saw Charles' abdomen clearly, and a bloody mark suddenly appeared!

"This mark..."

Before he finished speaking, a terrifying sound of bone friction suddenly erupted inside Charles' body!

Hurry!

The Abes prison equipment, which has always been known for its hardness and firmness, was actually broken by him!

The one who appeared in front of Elliot was a strong and powerful old man with a height of three meters.

Although he was covered in scars, at this moment, the tattoos on his body were shining with wonderful brilliance.

In the brilliance of every tattoo, faces of determination, kindness, or bravery flashed.

That was Sebalon's ancestors.

On Charles' lower abdomen, the flesh-and-blood tattoo he had just grinded with iron chains, looked the dimest, but Elliot could sense that the power in Charles' body was derived from this newly generated flesh-and-blood tattoo!

"This is impossible!"

Elliot backed back repeatedly: "Barnes and I counted every tattoo on you. How could you still have the power of a tattoo warrior?"

Charles slowly untied the remaining chains, and even with barbs on them, his firm face remained silent.

In the end, only two shackles were left.

His voice was extremely low, but it was filled with a touching power:

"The tattooed samurai of the Icelanders has always been the best in our Sebalon."

"Every tattoo represents an excellent ancestor; although the ancestors left this world, their will still provide us with blessings. Elliot, this should be common sense for you."

The tattoo behind Charles was flashing with green light, repairing loopholes and wounds for his tired body.

Elliot was angry and embarrassed: "Put your preaching face!"

"I just want to know how you did it! What's going on with that flesh-and-blood tattoo... Ahha! I know, you must have defected to a certain evil god to gain strange power, it must be like this."

"You, like your son, are fallen people who have betrayed your ancestors. Hahahaha, you are destined to be unable to enter the spiritual world after death..."

Charles looked at him with compassion, and after a while, he clenched his fists and walked step by step towards the thin Ranger:

"I have already said that every tattoo represents an excellent ancestor, an excellent Sebalon."

"I thought you could understand."
To be continued...