All Novel Full Chapter 89 - Have The Honour Of Becoming My Strength!
But soon the tension was quickly broken by the sound of laughter
"hahaha! Good, good!
To have such strength at such a young age, even Winton's Talent wasn't so outrageous back then
I truly do have some talented Grandchildren!"
Suddenly Jarred stretched out his hand towards Rebecca and as soon as he touched her body shook as she began to vomit litres of blood.
Seeing this scene Dante's aura fluctuated as his aura spiked showing he was about to act, but before he could even move he heard someone speaking to him
"there's no need to worry Dante, he's just repairing her veins and clearing her contaminated blood after the treatment she'll be fine"
looking towards the direction of the sound, Dante could see that the one who spoke was a deathly pale patriarch Gavin.
His face was as pale as paper while a terrifying sword gash ran across the whole of his stomach.
If not for the fact he was being supported by Winton, Dante was sure that with such terrifying injuries, Gavin wouldn't even be able to walk!
disregarding Dante's shocked gaze, Gavin continued to speak.
"The after-effects of Curtis's torture was so brutal that it managed to leave some hidden injuries inside Rebecca and if those injuries aren't quickly treated, they could become a serious problem towards her future cultivation."
soon, after a few minutes Jarred let out a sigh
"Phew, Done!"
Jarred slowly backed off as he wiped a bead of sweat off his forehead
"Thank you Grand Patriarch!"
Rebecca could already feel the positive effects of Jarred's treatment. Only after being fully cured did she realise how much of an issue her old situation was.
if time went on and she wasn't properly treated... Rebecca shivered at the thought of what terrible effects that could have had on her!
"Grand Patriarch?
We're all family here, there's no need to call me Grand Patriarch, just call me Grandfather instead."
but to Jarred's dismay, no matter how hard he insisted it was still hard for Rebecca to call an old man she just met her Grandfather.
Seeing this sight, Jarred could only sigh.
He really did miss the formative years of his grandchildren but he wouldn't let that get to him.
he was here now and there was still lots of opportunities to make up for the lost time!
"well since everyone is here, let's head back home, we really have some catching up to do!"
With those words Jarred slowly started to head back home with Rebecca and the rest following closely behind him...
...
A few days had passed here in brightsteel city and much had changed in that short period of time.
After the inter-clan competition, The Slater clan and all its members were brutally suppressed by the kinsman Clan.
The Slater clan compound was raided by the Kinsman clan forces with many of their members being captured or even killed.
Although Dante objected to the complete massacre of the Slater Clan allowing for some servants to be spared. Even he had to agree that most of the Slater clan members had to be dealt with.
He had read too many novels about lucky survivors coming back to get revenge for their whole clan and decided that, although Curtis was still at large, he had to prevent the chance of anyone else evolving into a typical revenge protagonist.
Just thinking about the fate of the enemy clans in those novels when the protagonists finally got their revenge made shivers run down Dante's spine.
All this resulted in him siding with the Kinsman Clan on their decision.
No Slater Clan member could be spared!
Because of the Kinsman Clans brutal policy, all the direct lines of the Slater Clan were heartlessly killed, completely ending a war that had been going on since the founding of Brightsteel city.
The whole of brightsteel city seemed to enter a solemn, quiet period as even the citizens of the city were scared by the brutal massacre...
....
Deep within the Kinsman Clan dungeons,
Winton was slowly traversing The dark and narrow pathways inside the place.
Soon after much walking, Winton came before a humongous door made of many mysterious magic metals.
the door was dull silver and was ordained with various inscriptions of magic writing that occasionally flashed with the magical colour of Spirit energy
"grr!"
Winton slowly the locks on the door causing the gears of the gigantic door to begin to turn, before slowly pushing it open
"slam!"
The thick metal door finally opened and hit the wall behind it, showing the path into the room behind it
Inside was a massive, dimly lit room with light so faint Curtis could barely even see past arm's length.
But this did not stop Curtis as he continued walking deeper into the room and as he walked further inwards a horrifying sight was gradually revealed.
Along the long walls of this giant room were numerous people chained to the walls in tattered robes.
Winton carried on walking unfazed by this sight and didn't stop until he was in the centre of the room.
"Vern Slater.
3 months ago led an attack on a kinsman Clan store resulting in the death of 3 Kinsman Clan elders and 5 Kinsman Clan disciples
Colin Slater.
7 years ago led a raid on a Kinsman Clan Mine resulting in the deaths of 40 miners, 25 Kinsman Clan disciples and 15 Kinsman Clan Elders.
The list could go on and on! Everyone present here has committed similar crimes against my Kinsman Clan!
Back at the Slater Clan, people like you may be hailed as heroes. but here at the Kinsman Clan, you people are nothing more than murders!
And Due to your sins against the Kinsman Clan, your fate will not be as simple as the others from your clan.
Even in death, your souls will not be able to rest and can only be used to strengthen the Kinsman Clan!"
As Winton spoke an ominous aura started to form around him causing all the watching prisoners to start to shake in fear.
"Today your judgment shall come, all of you shall have the honour of becoming my strength!
Come out, Blackhole! "
Instantly, all the shadows present seemed to go berserk as a pitch black ball the size of a man appeared in front of Winton.
as this was going on, all the air in the dungeon seemed to rush towards Winton causing the chains that bound these prisoners to flail madly in the air
Now with a pair of completely black eyes, Winton coldly spoke
"Spatial collapse, Devour!"