Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 1534: Death

Chapter 1534: Chapter 1534: Death

Julius Reed didn’t like dealing with such minor characters.

He had important things to do.

Matters concerning the whole world!

The prison that trapped the immortals had shattered, and figures like Emperor Charlotte Grey and the Caldwell Family patriarch had long escaped.

Along with them, a large number of undead creatures had also left.

Strictly speaking, these people weren’t immortals.

They merely possessed extremely strong self-healing abilities.

For years, Julius Reed had been researching tirelessly.

He thought they, like him, were immortal.

But the result was a huge disappointment.

Yet, this immense self-healing ability was indeed a headache.

Very hard to kill.

It was only while recovering his memory in the cave that Julius Reed understood what prison they spoke of.

Years ago, Demarco Mount had abandoned a certain restroom.

And the place where the heads of the undead were imprisoned was right in that abandoned restroom.

It was only when Gabriel Young mentioned prison that Julius Reed instinctively thought about it.

Demarco Mount had no prison, so when he focused entirely on searching for a prison, he found nothing.

The prison they spoke of was the abandoned restroom under Demarco Mount.

Sometimes, what is more painful than death is humiliation.

At the time, Julius Reed hadn’t found a way to kill these immortals, so he could only imprison them.

But merely imprisoning them was too lenient.

Thus, he locked them in the abandoned restroom, making them live with filth.

Among those imprisoned in the restroom was the leader of the undead.

A person named “Emperor”.

The emaciated man in the cave was named ’Wind’.

He was one of the leaders under the “Emperor”.

Back in the day, Wind wanted to take Julius Reed’s position, but ended up being humiliatingly tied to a chair.

A throne identical to Demarco Mount.

Except the nine dragons had turned into nine worms.

Now, Wind is dead.

But many of the undead have already escaped.

Julius Reed wanted to take back control of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance and completely wipe these people out!

But now, Jeffrey Wolfe and others had foolishly made him their target; he didn’t mind killing them along the way.

“You…” Lucius’s death made Jeffrey Wolfe’s heart jerk!

His previous arrogance, the plan to kill his companions, and the fantasy of being rewarded upon returning to the sect, were all extinguished.

Fear and anxiety began to spread within him.

“You… you aren’t poisoned?” Jeffrey Wolfe asked, immediately realizing he was talking nonsense.

If the other party were poisoned, they would have already followed Lucius’s orders to kill the downed Davion Hawthorne.

How could he have chopped off Lucius’s head with one sword?

“I have urgent matters.” Julius Reed raised his head, looking at Jeffrey Wolfe.

“What… what matters?” Jeffrey Wolfe instinctively backed away.

But he wondered why the other was speaking to him this way?

Was he afraid of Hillcrest Island’s power?

Yes!

He couldn’t appear too weak.

If he was too terrified, surviving would be difficult.

“Since you have urgent matters, please go ahead! Today, it is Hillcrest Island’s fault, but…”

Swish!

Before Jeffrey Wolfe could finish, his head fell.

“I have things to do, no time to waste words with you.”

Julius Reed sheathed his Longsword and walked straight ahead, leaving only the dumbfounded Davion Hawthorne.

The mountains where the Azure Emperor’s ancient tomb was located were towering and endless!

Swimming City stood near these mountains by the sea.

Especially this range of mountains, which was extraordinarily vast.

Exiting the valley, it was forest all the way.

Suddenly.

Two figures dashed by in a sorry state!

A few undead were fighting against them!

It seemed the two were already exhausted, and being killed was only a matter of time.

Julius Reed wasn’t inclined to meddle, but since he encountered them, he didn’t mind killing a couple of undead effortlessly.

“Run!”

The woman shouted, pushing the man violently: “Remember to avenge me!”

The moment she finished speaking.

The undead’s sword directly pierced her!

And the woman had no time to defend herself, just watching helplessly as she was killed.

Clang!

Julius Reed’s Longsword flew out!

Clashing heavily with the other sword!

“Who!”

The undead exclaimed, turning back to see!

Crack!

Before he could see clearly.

A sword descended from the sky!

Directly slicing him in half!

“Kill!”

The remaining two exchanged glances and quickly surrounded!

Whirl!

Julius Reed wielded the sword single-handedly, and the Night Sword of the Great Zhou erupted with flames!

The fire sword swept through the air!

Two heads fell to the ground.

Following that, the bodies burned to ash.

“This time, are you still running?”

Julius Reed held the sword, looking at the two before him.

“Master!”

Thud!

Ian Jorden was the first to kneel!

Then Isabella Warm also knelt halfway to the ground.

“Not running anymore? I’m quite surprised.” Julius Reed coldly laughed: “I thought you two would run for your lives.”

In the Azure Emperor’s tomb, he had seen the two.

But after entering the cave under the palace, he hadn’t seen them again.

Unexpectedly, he encountered them at the mountain range’s edge.

“Master, everything we’ve done has been for you!” Ian Jorden knelt on the ground, looking up, speaking very earnestly: “We discovered the secret of the immortals long ago and wanted to eliminate them for you, but never imagined those people were so terrifying!”

“We were avoiding you because we hadn’t finished this matter. The reason we faked Ian Jorden’s death back then was that we wanted to disappear rationally at Demarco Mount and quietly do this.” Isabella Warm, eyes red, said through gritted teeth: “Given how things are, there’s no need to hide anything. If you want to kill us, do it, Isabella Warm won’t even frown.”

Th𝖎ѕ 𝒸h𝘢pṯ𝖾r ɪʂ pⲟ𝑠τ𝘦ⅆ bƴ Ҡ𝗶𝙩𝗲𝖓𝙤𝖛ɛ𝕝

Finishing her words.

She closed her eyes, ready to meet her end.

“Master, before I die, I want to remind you of something!” Ian Jorden picked up a Longsword, aiming it at his throat: “Among your people, there’s someone from the same clan as the undead! That person is Lillian Tompson! To lull her, I pretended to die.”

“The North Sea war back then was because Grace River ordered it. This was precisely to reasonably arrange the identity of Ian Jorden’s death and mislead Lillian Tompson.” Isabella Warm also picked up a Longsword from the ground, setting it on her neck: “I cooperated with Grace River to stage this act, in order to eliminate those monsters.”

Their expressions were resolute, and their tones carried a sense of desolation.

“I, Ian Jorden, bear undeserved accusations, and it doesn’t matter! From the moment I faked death, I had no thought of living! Now that the plan has failed, causing a disaster, what face do I have to live in this world! Master, in the next life, Ian Jorden will serve you again!”

After finishing!

Ian Jorden swiftly slashed with the Longsword!

Blood spurted!

’Thud’ sounded, and Ian Jorden fell to the ground.

His pupils gradually dilated.

“Master! I don’t regret serving you! The things you gave me back then, I hid them all in the sleeping chamber at Demarco Mount. If you still think of me, please place those things in the most conspicuous place in your room! It wouldn’t be a vain act that I have accompanied you all these years!”

Isabella Warm glanced at Ian Jorden, who was already dead on the ground, and suddenly laughed aloud.

“Master! Remember. I’ll live this life for you! Even in death, it’s for you!”

Swish!

The sword light flickered.

Isabella Warm fell to the ground, still clutching the blood-stained Longsword.

She looked at Julius Reed.

Until…

Her breath stopped.

Her pupils dilated.

But her lips bore a smile.

A very contented smile.