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Chapter 205 Fraternal Harmony
Jennix's head fell to the Ground. In his last second before Death, the expression on his Face wasn't Fear, nor Anger, but bewilderment.
Jennix didn't understand until his Death why his brother, who was quite amicable with him, would kill him. What madness had possessed him?
But it didn't matter. Once he Revive, he could Question him. No, if he went himself, it would just be another Death. He should Report to Father and let Father punish him.
Unfortunately, he would never have the Opportunity. Daimons, after severing Jennix's Head, didn't pause for a moment. He strode towards the most important place for their Family – the Resurrection Pod.
By the time Daimons arrived at the Resurrection Pod, Jennix's Physical Body had already developed to the size of a youth. Daimons' expression didn't change in the slightest. He brandished the Chainsword in his Hand and smashed all the Resurrection Pods to pieces.
Jennix, whose Flesh had not yet fully developed, fell into the Nutrient Fluid filled with Garbage like a fish out of water. At this moment, Jennix understood. Daimons had truly gone mad.
"Sister died at your Hand?" Jennix struggled to raise his Head, Questioning Daimons.
"Her? She was fortunate indeed." Daimons grabbed his younger brother from the Ground.
"She died at the Hand of my Master, the great Supreme."
Daimons still didn't know the Name of Yang Le's Dimension Demon God Identity because Yang Le hadn't told him, and he hadn't dared to ask. Even if he did know, Daimons wouldn't dare to call Yang Le by Name directly.
Who would have thought that this Dimension Demon God didn't even have a Name yet?
"Master? Supreme?" Before Jennix could understand, Daimons had already raised the Chainsword in his Hand, preparing to have a heart-to-heart talk with his younger brother.
"Wait!" Jennix quickly begged for mercy. The Resurrection Pods had already been destroyed by Daimons. Dying this time would be true Death. How could he not be afraid?
"I surrender! I can also dedicate myself to Master's command!"
At this moment, Jennix could be said to be utterly pathetic, lacking any semblance of the demeanor of the Inheritors Family's top scholar.
"I possess vast knowledge, I am intelligent, I will definitely be useful!"
Jennix struggled desperately, hoping to beg for a glimmer of life. And Daimons actually stopped, as if he had really been persuaded by Jennix.
"Huff~, huff~." Jennix gasped for breath, looking at Daimons who had suddenly stopped all actions. He even thought he might survive.
"That one has not Response to you!"
Suddenly, Daimons' Face turned fierce, and he finally plunged the roaring Chainsword in his Hand into Jennix's Chest. Flesh and Blood flew everywhere, and Jennix died amidst screams.
Daimons casually flung aside the original Jennix, now Sludge, onto the Wall beside him. Daimons ignored it and turned to find other Tribesmen.
But unfortunately, along the way, Daimons hadn't seen any other Tribesmen besides servants.
Daimons was covered in Blood, looking more ferocious than ever before. Even the servants accustomed to Working in the Inheritors Family didn't dare approach him and all hid away.
Although they didn't know what had happened to the eldest son of the Family, it was clearly not a good thing. It was best not to get involved. This was the Idea of all the servants.
As for Daimons, although he had returned to Murder, he had no interest in these ordinary people before him.
This was the first time Daimons was Handling Business for Yang Le, so naturally he had to do his best. According to his observation, Yang Le was picky, at least when it came to Souls.
The reason Daimons thought this was because Yang Le had only taken Reina's Soul. Yang Le hadn't even glanced at the other Villains Daimons had killed. Daimons had thus labeled Yang Le as picky.
For this reason, Daimons naturally wouldn't kill these servants. If he let Yang Le think he was wasting Time and just going through the motions, it would be terrible.
Moreover, Daimons didn't want to waste a single bit of Strength because there was still a Big Fish waiting for him.
Daimons strode to a Doorway. His Father Soros would usually be here when it wasn't meal Time.
If it were before, Daimons would have obediently knocked on the Door and waited at the Doorway until Soros agreed. But now, he wouldn't.
"Creak!"
Roughly pushing open the Door, Daimons saw his Father, Soros, with his imposing and stern appearance, as soon as he walked in.
Soros was sitting on a comfortable Red Velvet Chair, hiding his expression in the Shadow. Directly above him, a peculiar Creature with the lower half of a Spider made of precision Machine and the upper half of a naked human body was hanging on a huge Spider Web.
That was the God of the Spider-Man, the Master of the Spider Totem, the source of all Spider-Man's Power – Weaver Master.
A hundred years ago, the Inheritors Family mobilized all its Manpower and still captured him with significant losses. His mother had also died in that Action.
But who cared? Oh, right, Karn, that silly boy, cared.
As if thinking of some joke, under the gaze of Soros and Weaver Master, Daimons suddenly Pu and laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" Soros was now completely bewildered. Thinking about it, it made sense. His usually obedient eldest son suddenly rudely pushed open his Door one day, wearing Clothes different from usual, and then came in giggling foolishly. Anyone would be taken aback.
"I saw something funny, Father." Daimons said with a grin, walking into the Room.
The Door, unsupported, slowly closed behind him.
"Oh? What's so funny?" Soros wasn't stupid. He had already seen that there was a Problem with Daimons. He just didn't know what gave this silly boy the courage to defy him.
"There's an old Dog barking in front of me. Isn't that laughable?" Daimons said as he walked to Soros's side. After speaking, he laughed loudly as if no one else was around.
Soros was taken aback at first, then instead of being angry, he laughed, laughing loudly as well.
The Father and son laughed louder and louder, presenting a picture of Fatherly love and filial piety.
As for Weaver Master hanging on the Spider Web, he shrank back into the Corner, away from this pair of crazy Father and son.
The heavy Gate finally closed at this moment, isolating the terrifying laughter of this Father and son.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, not just the Gate, but the entire Wall exploded. Daimons, holding the Chainsword, retreated from the Room, watching the billowing smoke in front of him with vigilance.
"You ignorant and arrogant fool!"
Soros waved away the smoke and walked out of the Room that was about to collapse.
"I don't know where you got this new Power from, but if you think you can kill me with it, you are still too naive!"
(End of Chapter)
Jennix's head fell to the Ground. In his last second before Death, the expression on his Face wasn't Fear, nor Anger, but bewilderment.
Jennix didn't understand until his Death why his brother, who was quite amicable with him, would kill him. What madness had possessed him?
But it didn't matter. Once he Revive, he could Question him. No, if he went himself, it would just be another Death. He should Report to Father and let Father punish him.
Unfortunately, he would never have the Opportunity. Daimons, after severing Jennix's Head, didn't pause for a moment. He strode towards the most important place for their Family – the Resurrection Pod.
By the time Daimons arrived at the Resurrection Pod, Jennix's Physical Body had already developed to the size of a youth. Daimons' expression didn't change in the slightest. He brandished the Chainsword in his Hand and smashed all the Resurrection Pods to pieces.
Jennix, whose Flesh had not yet fully developed, fell into the Nutrient Fluid filled with Garbage like a fish out of water. At this moment, Jennix understood. Daimons had truly gone mad.
"Sister died at your Hand?" Jennix struggled to raise his Head, Questioning Daimons.
"Her? She was fortunate indeed." Daimons grabbed his younger brother from the Ground.
"She died at the Hand of my Master, the great Supreme."
Daimons still didn't know the Name of Yang Le's Dimension Demon God Identity because Yang Le hadn't told him, and he hadn't dared to ask. Even if he did know, Daimons wouldn't dare to call Yang Le by Name directly.
Who would have thought that this Dimension Demon God didn't even have a Name yet?
"Master? Supreme?" Before Jennix could understand, Daimons had already raised the Chainsword in his Hand, preparing to have a heart-to-heart talk with his younger brother.
"Wait!" Jennix quickly begged for mercy. The Resurrection Pods had already been destroyed by Daimons. Dying this time would be true Death. How could he not be afraid?
"I surrender! I can also dedicate myself to Master's command!"
At this moment, Jennix could be said to be utterly pathetic, lacking any semblance of the demeanor of the Inheritors Family's top scholar.
"I possess vast knowledge, I am intelligent, I will definitely be useful!"
Jennix struggled desperately, hoping to beg for a glimmer of life. And Daimons actually stopped, as if he had really been persuaded by Jennix.
"Huff~, huff~." Jennix gasped for breath, looking at Daimons who had suddenly stopped all actions. He even thought he might survive.
"That one has not Response to you!"
Suddenly, Daimons' Face turned fierce, and he finally plunged the roaring Chainsword in his Hand into Jennix's Chest. Flesh and Blood flew everywhere, and Jennix died amidst screams.
Daimons casually flung aside the original Jennix, now Sludge, onto the Wall beside him. Daimons ignored it and turned to find other Tribesmen.
But unfortunately, along the way, Daimons hadn't seen any other Tribesmen besides servants.
Daimons was covered in Blood, looking more ferocious than ever before. Even the servants accustomed to Working in the Inheritors Family didn't dare approach him and all hid away.
Although they didn't know what had happened to the eldest son of the Family, it was clearly not a good thing. It was best not to get involved. This was the Idea of all the servants.
As for Daimons, although he had returned to Murder, he had no interest in these ordinary people before him.
This was the first time Daimons was Handling Business for Yang Le, so naturally he had to do his best. According to his observation, Yang Le was picky, at least when it came to Souls.
The reason Daimons thought this was because Yang Le had only taken Reina's Soul. Yang Le hadn't even glanced at the other Villains Daimons had killed. Daimons had thus labeled Yang Le as picky.
For this reason, Daimons naturally wouldn't kill these servants. If he let Yang Le think he was wasting Time and just going through the motions, it would be terrible.
Moreover, Daimons didn't want to waste a single bit of Strength because there was still a Big Fish waiting for him.
Daimons strode to a Doorway. His Father Soros would usually be here when it wasn't meal Time.
If it were before, Daimons would have obediently knocked on the Door and waited at the Doorway until Soros agreed. But now, he wouldn't.
"Creak!"
Roughly pushing open the Door, Daimons saw his Father, Soros, with his imposing and stern appearance, as soon as he walked in.
Soros was sitting on a comfortable Red Velvet Chair, hiding his expression in the Shadow. Directly above him, a peculiar Creature with the lower half of a Spider made of precision Machine and the upper half of a naked human body was hanging on a huge Spider Web.
That was the God of the Spider-Man, the Master of the Spider Totem, the source of all Spider-Man's Power – Weaver Master.
A hundred years ago, the Inheritors Family mobilized all its Manpower and still captured him with significant losses. His mother had also died in that Action.
But who cared? Oh, right, Karn, that silly boy, cared.
As if thinking of some joke, under the gaze of Soros and Weaver Master, Daimons suddenly Pu and laughed.
"What are you laughing at?" Soros was now completely bewildered. Thinking about it, it made sense. His usually obedient eldest son suddenly rudely pushed open his Door one day, wearing Clothes different from usual, and then came in giggling foolishly. Anyone would be taken aback.
"I saw something funny, Father." Daimons said with a grin, walking into the Room.
The Door, unsupported, slowly closed behind him.
"Oh? What's so funny?" Soros wasn't stupid. He had already seen that there was a Problem with Daimons. He just didn't know what gave this silly boy the courage to defy him.
"There's an old Dog barking in front of me. Isn't that laughable?" Daimons said as he walked to Soros's side. After speaking, he laughed loudly as if no one else was around.
Soros was taken aback at first, then instead of being angry, he laughed, laughing loudly as well.
The Father and son laughed louder and louder, presenting a picture of Fatherly love and filial piety.
As for Weaver Master hanging on the Spider Web, he shrank back into the Corner, away from this pair of crazy Father and son.
The heavy Gate finally closed at this moment, isolating the terrifying laughter of this Father and son.
"Boom!"
Suddenly, not just the Gate, but the entire Wall exploded. Daimons, holding the Chainsword, retreated from the Room, watching the billowing smoke in front of him with vigilance.
"You ignorant and arrogant fool!"
Soros waved away the smoke and walked out of the Room that was about to collapse.
"I don't know where you got this new Power from, but if you think you can kill me with it, you are still too naive!"
(End of Chapter)
