Chapter 553 (1/2)

Arso was obviously angry with Norman's unreasonable demands, but he was more calm than the others.

”Patriarch Norman, I'm very sorry about Rita. We dwarves are willing to give gifts as compensation. I hope you can forgive us this time

”Gift? Do you mean the scrap iron you made Norman sneered, his eyes full of scorn. ”If you give me that kind of garbage, I'll take up space!”

Dwarves love invention and are proud of it.

Norman's irony is an intolerable insult to the dwarves.

It's more unbearable than forcing them to work hard!

No one can despise their invention!

No! yes! People!!

The dwarfs were instantly dazzled by anger, and burned away all the little sense left.

They yelled at Norman.

”You are rubbish! You're a simple minded, four legged fool

Norman's face darkened in an instant.

Dwarfs are the most annoying people to talk about their height, while GOFFINS hate to hear things like ”simple mind, eight limbs”.

The provocation of the dwarfs stabbed the GOFFINS in pain.

There was no chance of a final settlement.

Norman's eyes passed over the dwarfs, cruel and violent: ”since you want to die, I will make you happy today.”

When the words fell, he ordered them to rush into Swan Valley!

The sound of killing broke through the sky, deafening!

The dwarfs scurried away from the blades of the GOFFINS.

Artho stood in the midst of the chaotic crowd, hissing at the top of his voice: ”stop! Stop for me

But no one listened to him.

The GOFFINS are busy killing, and the dwarfs are running for their lives.

I don't know who, in the midst of the chaos, hit artho hard.

The old patriarch fell to the ground.

But before he got up, Norman's beast had already raised its front paws and trampled on Alfred!

The sound of broken bones was covered by shouts, and blood flowed all over the floor.

Kill the red eye and reap the life.

One by one the dwarfs fell down.

Mark was almost killed by the GOFFINS in the process of escape. At the critical moment, his uncle Abby rushed out and blocked him with his body.

Abby fell into a pool of blood, his eyes still fixed on Mark's direction, and his mouth uttered a weak voice: ”go, go, go”

”uncle!” Mark rushed madly, carried him on his back, and rushed out of the battlefield recklessly.

Back home, mark put his uncle on the chair.

At this time, Abby was covered with blood and had no breath.

Mark wiped his face, blood and tears mixed together, all over his face.

As he cried, he helped Abby close his eyes.

”Uncle, I will avenge you!”

Mark rushed into the studio and pulled the gun out of his home.

He found a higher position and saw that the whole Swan Valley had become a Shura.

In the blood paved hell, Norman rode on the back of the beast, momentum incomparable.

He was covered in blood, mostly from the enemy.

He licked the blood spattered from his face and grinned like a slaying madman.

He enjoyed the killing.

This makes him feel that he is the master of the world, and no life can escape the blade in his hand.