C556 Real threat

Roots' eyes were glazed. He powerlessly lowered his hand, and the broken blade in his hand fell down. Because the moment the blade broke, many unfamiliar yet very familiar voices rushed into his mind.

"Jen, stop playing, come over for dinner!"

"Coming, coming!"

"Roots!" Run! Get out of here! "

"Father!" "Mother!"

"From now on, you are my blade, and the blade is to slay all enemies