novelraw Chapter 645 - 578: Are You Willing to Die by My Hand?
Chapter 645 - 578: Are You Willing to Die by My Hand?
Shen Tang pressed her lips together, her previously resolute determination wavered, "Do we really have to kill him?"
Since both she and Necro had learned the truth, it seemed there was no longer a life-or-death reason between them. If he could withdraw his troops now, that would be undoubtedly the best.
After all, she couldn’t bear to see the last bloodline of the Blood Clan be severed.
The voice of the system carried a hint of undeniable coldness,
[Please always trust the system, I am here to help you.]
[Necro’s ambition will not easily dissipate, the sins he has committed cannot be erased, his existence is always a dangerous ticking time bomb.]
[This person is deeply sinful, the Blood Clan’s fate is exhausted, only by completing the task can the next Chapter be started.]
[With his death, honor those countless lost souls.]
[Host, take action now!]
Shen Tang’s arm suddenly felt heavy, she gripped the sharp blade hidden in her sleeve tightly.
As the Monarch of the Night Glow Empire, many things cannot be decided on personal will alone, she must give an explanation to the deceased civilians.
Necro launched invasions time and again, causing countless innocent civilians to die because of him.
The system is right, even if he chooses to withdraw this time, the next attack will come sooner or later, after all, it’s not the first time he has broken his promise.
The rebel army’s oath is as light as a joke.
Necro’s wolfish ambition is plain to see, he wholeheartedly wants to conquer this land and become the new King.
Only by killing him.
Can everything be completely ended.
Shen Tang closed her eyes, then slowly opened them, looking at the blood-drained man in front of her, and said softly, "Actually, I came tonight to end it all."
Necro stared at her blankly, as if he had already guessed the outcome.
"Cough, cough, cough..."
He suddenly erupted into violent coughs, his face growing increasingly pale, and his originally straight posture now appeared frail and fragile.
Evidently, since the Ancestor Blood Pearl of the Blood Clan’s forbidden land was stolen, he alone could no longer support the million-strong army.
As his strength waned, the once invincible rebel army on the battlefield also began to retreat, the Imperial Army regained the upper hand, pressing the attack step by step.
Necro stood atop the mountain, looking down at the retreating rebels, as if he had already foreseen the final defeat.
Defeat was certain, beyond redemption.
His blurred gaze turned to the distant sky, the blood-red half-devoured sun.
The sun was setting in the west, a piercingly cold wind carried a strong scent of blood. The sky’s afterglow was blood-red, growing gradually darker as the sunset sank into the valley, like the fate of the blood clan whose time was running out.
Necro had never personally experienced the catastrophe that wiped out the Blood Clan hundreds of years ago, but in his youth, he had read a prophecy book left by a Blood Clan ancestor.
Legend has it that it was written by the last High Priest of the Blood Clan.
Most of the prophecies recorded in the book came true as the years went by.
In that outdated prophecy book, there was a damaged illustration depicting the terrible scene of the Blood Clan’s day of destruction.
It is said that the sunset of that day was also blood-red, painting half the sky in a bloody hue, like a farewell written in blood by the vanished Blood Clan.
The sun would rise again tomorrow.
But mayflies live only for a day, never seeing tomorrow.
As the number of deaths in the rebel army increased, one by one, the threads of blood-red in the air snapped, Necro’s strength was completely exhausted, his breath growing ever weaker. He released his grip on Shen Tang, a trace of blood seeping from the corner of his mouth, staggering a few steps back, half-kneeling on the ground:
"...You’re right, we didn’t have to come to this point."
"If only, you were truly Xiao Cui Hua."
Shen Tang’s heart tightened, meeting the man’s gaze.
Necro looked at her, a flash of sadness and longing in his eyes, as if finally calmed, he said slowly,
"Whether you believe it or not, I once really thought about... keeping you by my side forever."
"No matter, whether in life or death."
Shen Tang’s heart grew heavier, unable to find words, "But I’m ultimately not her."
Necro’s voice was hoarse, "Yes, it’s a pity you’re ultimately not her... you will never love me, not even sparing a drop of affection in death."
At this moment, Necro was weaker than ever, no longer posing any threat. Whatever Shen Tang wanted to do to him, it probably wouldn’t be a difficult task.
He was like a grand drama about to draw to a close, no matter how tumultuous the plot was, it would ultimately return to silence.
Necro seemed to have seen the ending, knowing he was beyond redemption.
His years of ambition and schemes had been crushed to dust, leaving him only a few last gasps. If he didn’t speak now, he would never have the chance.
"I want to know... during that time, in your heart, what was I to you."