novelraw Chapter 646 - 578: Would You Be Willing to Die by My Hand? (Part 2)
Chapter 646 - 578: Would You Be Willing to Die by My Hand? (Part 2)
Those warm moments together, the instant when the night’s flames burned brightly.
In her heart,
what exactly were they?
Shen Tang was silent for a moment before slowly uttering two words, "Enemies."
"Enemies..." Necro repeated softly, a bitter smile forming at the corner of his lips.
Indeed, in her heart, they were life-and-death enemies. How could there be any room for personal feelings?
Not in the slightest.
In his lifetime, he had made countless enemies, so many that he couldn’t remember. Yet there was one person he least wished to be enemies with.
Shen Tang knew exactly who he meant.
Necro gazed at her, his eyes gradually becoming unfocused, as if lost in a memory he wished never to wake from, "You know, she’s like a dream that suddenly appeared and disappeared... fleeting like an epiphyllum, yet unforgettable to me..."
Even if he was now fully aware that this dream had been false all along.
But looking back on his life of hatred and revenge, with hands stained in blood and death, perhaps the only unforgettable thing was that fleeting tenderness.
As the end approached, he suddenly felt that truth and falsehood no longer mattered.
At least, he had briefly possessed.
Shen Tang suddenly spoke, "Perhaps in another world, Xiao Cui Hua truly exists."
Necro’s breath hitched, and he stared at her in a daze, "...Are you serious?"
Shen Tang’s throat was dry, and she didn’t reply.
Even she didn’t know why she blurted out such a statement—perhaps, she just wanted to give him some final comfort.
In her eyes, Necro was already a man near death, so what if she offered a few kind words?
At least, she could give him a sliver of solace for his soul.
Yet somehow, seeing his sad, self-mocking expression and hearing his hoarse voice, her lips became even drier.
As death approaches, people’s words often turn kind.
These words might have been the most sincere from his heart, or perhaps a ploy to gain sympathy. But regardless, Shen Tang found a thought rising in her mind: if there truly were a Xiao Cui Hua in this world...
That simple, pure, paper-white beauty.
What would happen between "her" and Necro?
At that moment, Shen Tang couldn’t help but place herself in the shoes of the non-existent Xiao Cui Hua, as if she had truly lived.
In all likelihood, the story wouldn’t be so blissful, and no grand love worthy of praise would arise between them.
Their identities alone were enough: with national hatred and enmity separating them, any way you looked at it, it would surely end in tragedy.
Shen Tang took a deep breath, closed her eyes and opened them again, and a mist gradually floated into her eyes.
Her throat moved, and she slowly said, "If there really was such a world, if you weren’t the rebel army leader, if I weren’t the Monarch of the Night Glow Empire, if, if there was no deep-seated hatred between us, if none of this had ever happened... perhaps..."
Her words were left unfinished as an emergency prompt sounded in her mind,
[30-second countdown!]
[Please, host, quickly complete the task, kill him!]
Shen Tang’s unfinished words remained that way.
She too was kneeling, half upon the ground, her palm gently pressed against his chest.
She said,
"Would you be willing to die by my hand?"
At the moment her words fell, a cold flash glinted, and a sharp blade pierced the man’s chest.
"Ugh..."
Necro’s breathing immediately became erratic, and he looked at the female in front of him with knitted brows, a look of disbelief mixed with some expectation.
His deep red eyes became even more crimson, as if a glint of tears passed through them, or perhaps not.
Necro’s body was indeed very weak, but he was, after all, a genuine Primordial Rank Beastman. Ordinary attacks or weapons could not harm his vital points, but the treasure sword in Shen Tang’s hand could directly pierce his body’s defenses.
Obviously, she had been prepared all along.
Necro was not so weak that he couldn’t even put up a struggle.
But he didn’t resist; the blood-stained, broad hands slowly clasped Shen Tang’s, pushing the sword deeper into his heart, answering her question,
"In this world, only you have the right to kill me."
The hot blood splattered across her face; Shen Tang’s vision seemed to turn even redder. She held her breath, dazedly watching him, her fingers trembling slightly, "You..."
Necro, however, interrupted her, asking persistently,
"In the next life, will she be able to love me?"
Hearing her speak of another world, it truly filled him with anticipation.
Suddenly, Shen Tang choked, the mist gathering in her eyes as scorching tears fell, splattering on the back of his hand.