Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!-Chapter 1120 - 295: You Are the Unyielding Iron Eagle, Soaring Freely Across the Motherland’s Sky (10K)

Whether it was when Marquis Gransham was present or after he betrayed.

Imre Grantham was ultimately the originally designated next Family Head of the Grantham family, not a foolish idiot.

At this moment, all the past memories surged forth.

This is a scheme.

Although it's unclear who the executor is, there's no doubt that I myself am a part of the plan, just that I've been oblivious all along?

No, no, no, it's not that I was deliberately kept in the dark, but rather it's necessary for me to be unaware to deceive everyone else.

The highest realm of lies is that even oneself is not deceived.

Realizing this, Imre took one last look at Marquis Gransham.

At this moment, the corner of Marquis Gransham's mouth was already stained with blood continuously flowing down. Ultimately, he let out a roar almost like a lament, and in the midst of the stunned crowd, the curse power on Imre's body flashed madly, extracting the blood within Marquis Gransham's body and completing the extraction process of the Bloodline Essence in mid-air.

A drop of Bloodline Essence, shining like a ruby, emerged in the air.

Thus, Imre, under everyone's gaze, actively broke the long-sealed secret of the Sword Cursed Warrior.

In the next moment, another flash of sword light passed.

The large head of Marquis Gransham flew high just like that.

At this moment, the fear of death on his face was replaced by a faint smile, as if saying:

"Leave the rest to you!"

This is a segment of encrypted information exclusive to father and son, now Imre, whose emotions can no longer be described as heart-wrenching, gave a beast-like gaze to the people around him.

The dead silence and madness contained in those overly aggressive eyes made the soldiers of the Holy Briania who attempted to scrape further subconsciously retreat half a step, but the next moment, out of cowardice, they stopped, annoyed and charged at Imre.

It was at this moment, a crimson Bloodline Essence was directly swallowed by Imre into his belly, and terrifying curse power rose from his body once again.

A sword light flicked across, the soldiers who just attacked were instantly cut in half at the waist.

"Imre Grantham, has taken down the traitor, the head of the former Marquis Gransham, kill!"

With these words, the atmosphere on site instantly became more peculiar.

Some looked towards Imre with subtle expressions, others in lament with some sentiment, and some didn't think much, merely seeing it as a means to boost morale.

But without a doubt, personally killing one's traitorous father seemed forgivable to others, yet in the hearts of many, it only made forgiveness harder.

Patricide has always been a joke.

In many people's eyes, someone who can turn against their own father would be even more ruthless towards unrelated individuals.

This was destined from the start.

Since the day Marquis Gransham chose betrayal, there was no turning back.

For this generation of Imre, they would likely have to bear the name of betrayal until they grow old and die, with no room for negotiation.

Even now, having killed Marquis Gransham, it's no different.

It holds no significance, one still has to bear the aftermath of being labeled "patricide."

Yet even so, that is a matter for later.

With Imre's roar, the battle at the city walls entered its climax.

The wailing never ceased, the fierce shouts of "kill, kill, kill" seemed endless.

From dawn to dusk, until it seemed everything was over, finally the two sides concluded with incredibly tragic casualties.

...

"Retreat, quickly retreat!"

The demigod of the Expeditionary Crusade waved his remaining single arm, loudly ordering the Expeditionary Crusade below to fall back.

While the accompanying demigod of the Silver Guard Army from Bell Federation sat quietly at the wall, his gaze never leaving the demigod of the Expeditionary Crusade.

He had a wound almost splitting his chest in half horizontally.

It was the injury he sustained just now while confronting the demigod of Holy Briania.

On the battlefield below, small units of Silver Guard Army continued to pursue the scattered guards of the Expeditionary Crusade, who had lost the upper hand and were almost fleeing in panic in this state of retreat.

The battle lasted for a long time, finally to the point of dusk, both sides silently stopped.

Having spent immense effort finally cleaning up the intruders inside the city, the Gransham Knights also suffered heavy casualties, almost everyone carried injuries; were it not for the professionals' tenacious life force, many might have already succumbed to their injuries awaiting medical aid.

In the darkness, within the Gransham Lord Mansion, Imre, drenched in blood, finally completed the cleansing of his body.

He looked towards the Housekeeper beside him, who nodded at him and said:

"My Lord, the surgeon of the eye transplantation has arrived."

"Have him proceed quickly."

"Certainly..."

...

Once the surgeon successfully completed the eye transplantation and eliminated all traces, Imre, with eyes still wrapped in gauze, softly said: