Chapter 1584

Horny's expression is very strange. He is excited in tension, excited in excitement, excited in expectation, crazy in expectation, hatred in madness. The only thing he doesn't have is fear and compassion.

For many years, he tried every means to kill Patrick, a powerful demon.

None of the people he knew dared to be disrespectful to Patrick, let alone have the ability to kill him.

But now, his already desperate heart rekindled hope. Even if Patrick was his father and his own father who hurt him to the bone, he still couldn't extinguish his desire to kill Patrick.

In his heart, Patrick is not a father, but a demon with extremely distorted and morbid psychology. All his misfortunes are caused by this demon.

Their biological mother, the woman they love deeply, friends and classmates they can talk to, eight wives in the same bed, five unborn children... They and their family died because of this abnormal devil.

This hatred was only deeply buried in his heart, but he never forgot that he hated him, just as he loved him.

Countless midnight dreams, he woke up sweating from the nightmare. In the dream, those who died because of him were asking him why and why he wanted to kill them.

The questioning was like the torture of the soul. The pain that his conscience was condemned all the time kept him awake at night.

He has long been tired of such a devastated life. Patrick's so-called father's love only makes him feel sick and afraid. It's not love, it's selfish, cold-blooded cruelty and show off.

His son is just a platform for Patrick to morbidly show his father's love and show off his strong strength. He has long been lost in the false father's love created by himself. He enjoys it and even does everything, just because it has become a special hobby of him.

Seeing through all this, horny has no blood and affection for Patrick, only endless hatred, disgust and fear.

Now, seeing that Patrick finally met his opponent and was tired of running under the siege of the wolf, he had long lost his original spirit, and his heart felt very happy.

Touching the dagger in his pocket, horny showed a trace of desire in his eyes. If possible, he really wanted to send him to hell. It's better not to comfort the spirits of those who died miserably.

The dagger was a birthday gift from Patrick on his 18th birthday. It was as sharp as clay.

That night, Patrick forced him to use this dagger to personally cut off the slender snow-white neck of a virgin who had just fallen in love under his crotch. The reason was just to let him see blood. His Patrick's son could not be a flower in the greenhouse.

Holney still remembers the eyes full of reluctance, despair, fear, disbelief and infinite nostalgia for the world when the beautiful girl covered her throat before she died. Although it was just a vain girl who volunteered to exchange her body for money, it was also a fresh life.

Horny closed his eyes painfully. He was not afraid of anything. The only thing he was afraid of was dreams and memories. Every nightmare or memory made him feel that he was full of sins. He could not wash his sins in hell after death, which made him hate the man named father more and more.

Patrick's strength shocked wolf Kui. The battle array developed by the commander-in-chief has always been unfavourable, but today, it failed in the face of the European military emperor.

It can't be said that Patrick's strength is terrible. He makes full use of every part of his body and can be turned into a sharp weapon at any time.

Although he seems to be very embarrassed in the battle, he has a feeling of being overwhelmed, but he hasn't been seriously hurt since the battle.

Those battle formations that are enough to surround and kill the strong at the peak of Shengwu can't hurt him at all. It's just that they can add some insignificant injuries to him.

As a strong man in the middle of the demon king, Lang Kui is usually very confident, but now he has to admit that if he plays Patrick alone, there is no chance of winning.

Compared with the Vulcan who can control the muscles of the whole body, Patrick is obviously not a bit stronger. He is worthy of being the emperor of Europe.

This made him more determined to kill Patrick. If such a strong man becomes an enemy, he will inevitably bring great trouble to the young master.

"Kill!"

Wolf Kui's will was like iron. He drew a huge arc with the full moon machete in his hand and cut down on Patrick.

Patrick was not afraid at all. He didn't know what metal crutches were made, which turned into fragments. In a moment, he sent out thousands of attacks, forcibly dissolved wolf Kui's attack, and knocked on the chest of another wolf with a crutch.

Click!

The wolf broke his sternum, screamed and fell off the wolf's back, and blood spilled from the corners of his mouth.

This time, the attack rhythm of the battle array was disrupted, and the wolf riding immediately made a commotion, but Patrick roared, jumped up and went straight to the wolf riding back camp.

Wolf Kui's face changed dramatically. He immediately saw through his idea and shouted, "protect the young grandmother."

Hula, when Patrick was about to get close to the comatose Lingyun, the wolf who had been on full alert for a long time jumped up bravely, and the sharp blades suddenly shone, forcing Patrick back.

Patrick snorted coldly and was waiting to hold Ling Yun as a hostage again. Lang Kui had already rushed over and cut three knives in a row like a crazy tiger.

These three sabres are not the three sabres in the general sense, but the three sabres that wolf Kui combined with the first three fists of savage body refining to instantly mobilize all the strength of his whole body.

If he is cut off with three knives, he will be drained of all his strength and become a weak man without self-protection. Without pill supplement, he can only rely on long-term cultivation to recover.

Although he knew it was dangerous, he couldn't help but take out this killer mace, because he could see that if Patrick couldn't be hurt at this time, those wolf riders couldn't stop him at all.

His life was given by dashai. Since dashai asked him to protect his young grandmother, even if he died, he must not let anyone near Lingyun.

Patrick snorted stiffly, his throat was sweet, his mouth overflowed with blood, and his eyes looked at wolf qui in horror.

Although he reluctantly took the three knives, the terrible strength still hurt his internal organs. If he hadn't reached the level of perfection in controlling every part of his body and forcibly suppressed the injury, I'm afraid he would have fallen to the ground at the moment.

Wolf Kui Qiang was calm, stared at Patrick with awe inspiring eyes, and made a posture of attacking at any time.

Patrick was afraid, forced to hum coldly and turned away.

The wolf rode forward to besiege, but he was stopped by Wolf Kui and allowed him to leave.

The trapped beast is still fighting, and the injured beast is the most terrible. When he is unable to fight and can't guarantee the absolute safety of the young grandmother, he would rather let the tiger go back to the mountain than stop him at the risk of Lingyun being killed.

Patrick endured his injury, looked coldly at the bodies of the four disciples who were already dead, and walked slowly to horny's side.

Those western fighters had no heart for war. Seeing that Patrick had stopped, they also withdrew from the regiment one after another. For some time, the Western fighters left hundreds of corpses, which made them a burst of horror and sadness.

They knew very well that this time, the invincible European military emperor was completely planted, and his face was all planted. They had no choice but to ride the wolves and had to choose to strike.

Wolf riding is not without damage. In the scuffle, three were sacrificed, seventeen were seriously injured, and there are countless minor injuries.

But wolf riding has long been used to war. This loss can be said to be minimal, and no one shows any sadness.

Only the three bloodthirsty wolves who lost their master lay down in front of their master's body, with low sobs and big drops of tears.

Eighth martial sister clenched her lips and her eyes were full of guilt and remorse. If she hadn't begged brother Lang Kui to save third martial sister, the three wolf riders wouldn't have died. Third martial sister's life is life. Isn't the life of wolf rider life?

Wolf Kui was relieved and could no longer hide his weakness. His body suddenly shook twice and nearly fell off the wolf's back. His face was pale and bloodless.

"Brother Lang Kui, are you okay?"

Eighth martial sister jumped off the wolf's back recklessly, held the tottering wolf Kui anxiously, and cried. Guilt and self blame made her cry and wet her veil.

Langkui's weak eyelids are fighting. He feels the warm and soft embrace of eighth martial sister. An unprecedented strange feeling quietly breeds. Especially when he sees her tears, his heart can't help being warm. Finally, someone cares about him.

Seeing that eighth martial sister came forward first to hold wolf Kui, all the wolves stopped and looked at him with worry.

"I'm... nothing, but... I'm a little tired. Give me a command and be careful to guard the emperor. Let Langyu take over the command temporarily and seize the time to find the trace of the young master. Young grandma... Young grandma can't last long."

Although Lang Kui was palpitating, he was always calm and knew what was important. He raised his head and paid his mouth to the eighth younger martial sister's ear.

"Well, I see."

Eighth martial sister has never had physical contact with the opposite sex, nor has she ever been so close to the opposite sex. Lang Kui's hot breath sprayed on her crystal like earlobes, making her hot, pink cheeks feverish, and even the roots of her ears red. An unprecedented strange emotion made her heart beat like thunder. Is this love?

But she has always been a girl who cares about the overall situation. She immediately put all her beautiful thoughts behind her, and ignored the ambiguous eyes of the public. She turned over and jumped on the wolf's back, so that the sleepy wolf Kui leaned against her arms, blushed and shouted: "the whole army is on alert. Brother wolf Kui is unwell. Wolf Yu will take over the command temporarily and seize the time to find the young master."

"Here!"

Wolf Yu turned over and knelt down on one knee and bowed solemnly.

Turned on the wolf's back, looked at Patrick solemnly, raised his machete and said, "do you want to fight?"

"Hum, I'm really afraid of you. The only one who can pose a threat to me is no longer good. You can't help me."

Patrick is also a dead duck. Although he doesn't want to continue, he can't lose in momentum.

Wolf Yu has a white face and bright eyes. He looks quite handsome, but his style is quite different from that of wolf Kui. He is less calm and more radical and impulsive.

Although he knew that this was not a good time to fight, the sacrifice of the three wolf riders still made him angry. Seeing that Patrick dared to be arrogant, he suddenly smiled coldly: "good, I'm really afraid you've made a shrinking turtle. In that case, take your life."