A red light rushed straight into the sky, directly decomposing the killer, the mecha and the nuclear bomb that had just been fired into a quantum cloud, and quickly dissipated in the night sky, like a drop of ink melting into the ocean, leaving no trace.

Yin Jian stood in the courtyard with his hands behind his back, without any sorrow or joy until a hurrying foot sound came from behind him.

Arcana heard the sound of cannons and rushed over with Keer, Molly, and Yeling.

"Someone wants to stop Dior from seeing Lance, it has been solved," Yin Jian pointed to the group of frozen killers behind the courtyard wall. "I have left a few living things, and you can do whatever you want."

"Will it be arranged by Lance..." Arcana looked at the bedroom worriedly.

Yin Jian shook his head: "These guys have puppet talismans in their minds. Lance wants to kill Dior, so there is no need to invite the Yang family assassin. It may be the Big Snake Assassin hired by Brahms from Yang Heng."

Arcana agreed with his analysis, but after all, the couple was still a little worried about Dior, so she asked Molly and Yeling to guard the assassin, take Keer with her and follow Yin Jian into Lance's bedroom in case of an accident.

When he arrived outside the door, Yin Jian found that the door was hidden and used the Great Yan magic to scan it first to confirm that Dior was safe. Then he felt relieved. The old man's intermittent voice came from the room. It was guessing that Lance was explaining his last words to his adopted son, so he turned around and winked at Arcana and his daughter, signaling not to go in and disturb them first.

Yin Jian stood outside the door. Although he was not intentionally eavesdropping, the conversation between Lance and Dior was clearly heard.

"I don't have a son because I don't want my blood to inherit this dangerous profession, but I have to choose a qualified successor for my life's career, that is you, Dior."

On his dying moment, Lance looked at his adopted son, his eyes containing complex emotions.

"I appreciate your courage and integrity, and I hate your courage and integrity. You can sacrifice yourself for the one you love. A person with this personality cannot become a great pirate."

"So I cultivate you to grow up in hatred. I don't allow you to have friends, lovers, relatives, I want you to hate everything related to love like me..."

A cough interrupted Lance's story.

Dior planned to help him get medicine. Lance shook his head, pointed to the wine bottle on the table with difficulty, and then said to him: "Do you still remember Peter? Your friend, he accused you for a piece of gold coins and betrayed you. From then on, you no longer believe in friendship."

"Remember Lisa? Your first love, but when you decided to confess to her, you realized that she was a slut with her own personal vests. You have not believed in love since then."

"Do you remember Anderson? Your machine war instructor, your beloved teacher, the ACP on our pirate ship, you admire him very much, but he is a perverted gay guy who plays with beautiful boys... When I tell you the truth, I find that the shadow of heartbreak appears in your eyes, and from then on you no longer trust your teacher."

"Do you know, Dior, my child, I have known these things for a long time, because they were all arranged by me. I must eliminate the sense of justice in your bones and eliminate your spirit of sacrifice. I will transform your courage into a vicious wolf. This is the quality that the overlord should have."

"When these things happen, you have the last person on this ship who can trust and worship, and that is your last idol. I have to overthrow that idol and smash it, so I sold your sister to a slave merchant, which broke your heart."

The old man's voice was intermittent, becoming weaker, but his tone became passionate, and every word was shocking.

"That's right, Dior, your last idol is me. I personally bury your admiration and affection for me. I don't need your worship. What I need is a wolf, a hero who does not recognize his relatives."

"Only if you are like this, can you inherit my career."

"I know you hate me, but I feel happy about it."

"Now, I've finished saying everything I want to say. Kill me, my son, let my blood, give you the last baptism, step on my body, and ascend to the throne of this overlord of the Galaxy."

Dior quietly listened to his adoptive father's last words, picked up a glass of rum, stared at the amber wine, and was stunned.

Despite the poison in the wine, it still looks mellow and attractive, just like the grace of Lance for raising him over the past twenty years.

"Give me the wine"

Lance stretched out his trembling and dry hand and took the cup of poisonous wine from his adopted son, smiling miserably.

"The anti-spirit in my body is gradually losing control. I don't want to lie here and wait for myself to become a bomb. This glass of wine can ⊥I die with more dignity.

He sighed with satisfaction after drinking the poisoned wine in one sip, his face suddenly turned rosy, and he looked very energetic: "Now, I can finally get rid of the torture and rest quietly... Dior, Arthur Gad is handed over to you. From today on, you will replace me as the emperor of this planet. If you are tired of the pirate career, you can leave Arthur Gad at any time and live a more decent life. The dead have no right to interfere with his legacy, as long as you like it, it is enough."

Dior listened quietly to his last words, and a little sadness appeared on his face.

Lance talked for a long time, and the luster in his eyes gradually faded. Finally, he seemed to suddenly think of something, grabbed Dior's hand, and asked hard: "My child, are you giving the magic mirror to Edward Pompeii's grandson to avenge me?"

Dior was silent for a long time and finally spoke.

“Not all.”

The old man showed relief, closed his eyes and passed away with a smile.

Dior stood in front of the bed for a long time and murmured, "Rest in peace, my father, I will kill Edward Pompeii with my own hands to fulfill your wish." He smoothed the eyes of his adoptive father and bowed deeply to the body.

A few minutes later, Dior walked out, hugged Arcana who was waiting outside the door, and said in her ear: "I love you. Without you, I would become a puppet in Lance's hand, and my life would be a complete tragedy."

Alcana suddenly burst into tears and choked and said, "I love you too, Dior, my dear husband, I feel extremely lucky to be a part of your life."

Ke'er pulled Yin Jian over and laughed: "Dear Mom and Dad, I love you too, but should Uncle Yin Jian and I avoid it so that you can do things that are not suitable for children?"

Dior quickly let go of his hand, a little embarrassed.

Arcana was also so embarrassed that she blushed on her daughter's forehead and said angrily: "A little man is big."

On the same night, when Lance passed away, although millions of miles apart, Esley, who was far away in space, felt something, and the corners of her eyes couldn't help but feel a little wet.

After all, this man was her lover. At that time, they were both young and still had a trace of innocent emotions in their hearts.

She even thought seriously about having a child for Lance and inheriting their common career until she discovered that Lance's belief in the after-night was not as firm as it seemed.

Deep in his heart, he retained his sympathy for mankind, and he would never truly destroy humanity and agree with the idea of ​​anti-materialization of the universe.

Throughout his life, Lance swayed between human nature and demon nature, which destined his life to end in tragedy.

"Hmph, this weak fool will die if he dies. Why should I be sad for him? The most urgent thing is to go to Arthurgard to receive his legacy."

Esli wiped the tears at the corners of his eyes, and his beautiful face returned to his indifference. He immediately released endless divine thoughts and ordered his descendants and the cosmic monsters that he borrowed from Yemenggard-

"March into Arthurgard"

December 15th, early morning.

The Valhalla Palace played a sorrow and music. An old man who once feared the world now sleeps with his eyes closed, symbolizing the end of an era.

The pirate king's successor, Arthurgaard's young leader, Dio Siegfield, "Black Prince" himself put on military uniforms for his adoptive father, placed them in a pure gold coffin full of flowers, and led all Valhalla's subjects to hold a grand funeral for the old man who looked peaceful and sleepy.

The last ceremony of the funeral seemed a bit special.

Dior pushed Lance's golden coffin into the space capsule and activated the launch button himself.

The launch vehicle ignited the fire and launched into space, carrying the body of Lance into space, spreading the sun's sails, absorbing light energy, and heading towards the sun. In a thousand years, it may reach the other side and merge with the scorching star.

This is the most noble funeral for the pirates who have been roiling all their lives in space.

After the funeral, Dior summoned the imperial generals at the Valhalla Palace, announced Lance's last words, and officially inherited the throne of Arthurgaard.

Those who came to Valhalla to attend the funeral were undoubtedly his supporters.

Arthurgaard has a total of seven fleets, the largest Odin fleet, with more than 100 ships of all levels, directly under the command of the Pirate King.

For many years, Lance was seriously ill and was bedridden and rarely visited to command it personally. This fleet has become the more familiar "Black Prince Fleet". As Dior's trump card, loyalty is undoubtedly.

Behind the Pirate King and the Black Prince, Arthur Gad's most powerful are the six heroic spirit knights, each with a fleet.

"Blood Axe King" Suk and "Cyclops" Singh are dead. Suk is killed on Luo Tianxing and the fleet is captured by Dior. Singh's fleet is defeated in Garden Star, with more than 50 warships of all levels, half of which are damaged and half are captured by Yin Jian, and merged into the Garden Star Garrison Fleet.

The captured pirates under Singh's command, Dior came forward to redeem them through his "white gloves" Arcana. Yin Jian symbolically collected some money - saying that he was buying them as a slave, but in fact, Alcana returned them to Dior and merged them into the Black Prince Fleet.

"Fire Demon" Galone, "Wind God" Rofa and "Red Witch" Grosso, these three heroic Knights are supporters of Dior. They all led the fleet back to Arthur Gad to meet with Dior, attending the funeral of Lance, and acknowledging Dior to inherit the throne.

However, Arthurgard also had different voices on the issue of inheritance rights.
Chapter completed!