Chapter 53: Bring Me Pants

North of Wildfire City, Sebalon Manor.

Under a tall tower, near the claustrophobic attic is like a quiet graveyard, uninhabited.

Only an old hunting dog licked its paw restlessly, wandering back and forth in the distance.

More than three groups of guards stared at this place, even in the attic, so far there has been no sound.

And when the pitch-black light burst out from Wildfire City like a chick breaking an egg, only the slightest sound could be heard from the ancient attic.

There was a crisp crunch.

Then it fell silent quickly.

The members of the guard who had just been aroused relaxed their vigilance a little.

After all, there is "that grown-up" watching over it.

No matter what, there will not be many storms.

Thinking of this, they felt a lot more at ease, but seeing the pitch-black light and the rumors about Master Barnes circulating in the manor recently, a lot of indescribable panic appeared in their hearts out of thin air.

"Those are all rumors!"

"It's all fabricated by people with ulterior motives to slander Master Barnes!"

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

The guards comforted themselves like this.

However, what happened in the attic was not as peaceful as they imagined.

A short-lived candle hangs eerily in the air.

The old man, naked and full of stabs, was hung upside down in mid-air.

His eyeballs are protruding and bloodshot; his upper body is full of powerful muscles, and the complex and deep tattoos are entangled with the iron chains that bind him, making it difficult to distinguish.

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

The creaking sound just now is obviously the story of this broken tooth and hole.

"As expected of [Ice Field Hunter] Charles."

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

"Even in this situation, you still haven't lost your mind, which is really rare."

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

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

But he was indifferent.

Even if his skin mixed with prickly emotions is already scarred.

"If you want me to say, you should be set on fire, at least destroy these tattoos."

"It's a pity that Barnes still thinks about the father-son relationship."

"He is still not smart enough, I can see the fierceness 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, this is really The only regrettable thing that happened tonight... I can't give the former strong man a happy execution, this is not in line with my code of conduct."

I don’t know when, a gecko quietly fell from the ceiling. Instead of turning back into a human body, it lay on the old man’s wound, licking it gently with its tongue out. Under the dim light of the candle, the old man saw The thin flesh at the crack of the wound had just grown out, and was licked into the belly by it.

"Eliot..."

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

The gecko wagged its tail indifferently:

"Remember when you chopped him in half with an axe?"

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

"As it happens, so do I; so your mention of my father will not have the slightest effect on me, nor will it have the slightest effect on tonight's events."

Charles' cloudy eyeballs rolled lifelessly, and his Adam's apple wriggled with difficulty: "You are smarter than him."

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

Elliott sneered: "But I am still willing to do things for your son, including sneaking into the Blackwater Gang as an internal response; and guarding you old man."

"All of 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 sharp: "Look, you still care."

Elliot was silent for a while, then smiled: "I really care about it!"

"You old bastard, in the name of protecting the North, killed your best partner; I know he died without resentment, so I won't kill you; but I really want to see , What kind of impact can the monster that my father almost released back then have?"

"And all of this was done by your son himself. Presumably, you will feel very proud?"

Charles sighed:

"Sure enough, all of this is your plan."

Elliot chuckled and said, "If I hadn't searched for it on purpose, who knows how long that thing could have been hidden in the Ghost Mother Forest? You don't know, that guy obviously has incomparable strength, but he is cowardly with an apprentice. It's like hiding in the forest and eating mushrooms like suffering from persecution phobia..."

"Damn, this is definitely the stupidest evil god I've ever seen! An evil god! Hiding in the forest and eating mushrooms all day long! I'm dying of laughter!"

"He also gave himself a very funny nickname, called Xingling Riel... It doesn't matter, evil gods are always crazy, aren't they?"

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

That voice shook the heavens and the earth, and the whole north trembled.

The gecko was startled suddenly, and jumped off Charles' body. He was naked, holding a sword in one hand, gently provoking Charles' waist wound, his eyes narrowed into a line: "Did you hear, this is your precious son's roar."

"Do you need me to describe to you what he looks like now? Sorry, I haven't actually seen it, but I can make up my mind..."

Before he finished speaking, the iron chains that were twisting the old man suddenly shrank.

Charles showed pain on his face, but his body still bulged strangely, curling up into a ball in mid-air!

"Don't you want to live?" Elliott was a little puzzled, but Charles was actively rubbing the chain with his body!

You know, there are a lot of barbs and spikes on the chain.

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

However, the old man was indifferent.

The next second, Elliott noticed something was wrong. He was about to step forward, but Charles had already lifted that strange posture suddenly.

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

"This imprint..."

His words hadn't finished yet, and Charles's body suddenly erupted with terrifying bone friction sounds!

Crash!

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

Appearing in front of Elliott was a powerful old man with a height of three meters.

Although his whole body was covered with scars, at this moment, the tattoos all over his body were shining with wonderful brilliance.

In the brilliance of each tattoo, there are faces of perseverance, kindness, or bravery.

Those are the ancestors of Sebalon.

And on Charles' lower abdomen, the bloody tattoo that he had just forcibly ground with an iron chain seemed to have the dimmest light, but Elliott could sense that the power in Charles' body came from this newly formed fleshy tattoo!

"This is impossible!"

Elliot backed back again and again: "Every tattoo on your body, Barnes and I count it, how can you still have the power of a tattooed warrior?"

Charles slowly untied the remaining iron chain, even though there were barbs on it, his resolute face remained calm.

In the end, only two shackles remained.

His voice is extremely low, but it has a soul-stirring power:

"The tattooed warriors of the Iceborne have always been the best of us, Cebalon."

"Each tattoo represents an outstanding ancestor; although the ancestors left this world, their will still provide us with protection, Elliott, this should be common sense to you."

The tattoos on Charles' back shone with green light, repairing holes and wounds on his tired body.

Elliott became furious: "Put away your preaching face!"

"I just want to know, how did you do it! What about that flesh and blood tattoo... Aha! I know, you must have turned to a certain evil god to gain strange powers, it must be like this. "

"You, like your son, are fallen people who betrayed their ancestors, hahahaha, you are destined not to enter the spirit world after death..."

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

"I've already said that every tattoo represents an outstanding ancestor, an outstanding Cebalon."

"I thought you could understand."

"Do you need to explain more clearly? The child's tattoo represents myself."

Elliott opened his mouth in disbelief.

"I, Charles Sebalon, have been blessed by my ancestors for so many years, and finally realized my own tattoos. Is it hard to understand?"

There was no smile on the old man's face, only sadness:

"I didn't expect to be trapped on the edge of legend for decades, and it was the limit I broke through in this way."

Elliott was stunned for a moment, then chuckled and said:

"Even if you are promoted to legend now, so what?"

"Barnes has turned into a monster; the Black Flag wizards and the living corpses have taken control of Wildfire City; even if Stephen Sand or the Church of the Gods noticed, with their efficiency, how much do you think Wildfire City and the Sebalon family still have?" Can people survive?"

"That's none of your business, child."

The old man sighed and took a step forward. Elliott's expression remained the same, but his body was stiff and limp on the ground. A large amount of blood gushed from his nostrils and mouth, and soon, it spread to the entire floor of the attic.

Charles looked at Elliott's body, his eyes resting on his crotch for a few seconds, showing a slight disdain.

He gently pushed open the attic door.

A group of guards looked blankly at the tall tattooed warrior.

"Charles... my lord..."

Someone yelled tremblingly.

The old man stared at them:

"Why are you still standing there!?"

The guards trembled suddenly, and the weapons in their hands were almost unsteady.

"Didn't you see my bare ass?"

"Bring me some pants."

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