novelraw Chapter 1147 - 586: Hope and Future
Chapter 1147 - 586: Hope and Future
Under the bleak sky, at the end of the cold rain, everything becomes so blurry.
Only a pair of eyes filled with rage remain so clear.
Like flames.
Like someone who has journeyed a long distance, the man with the Central Earth traditional beard is covered in mud, yet amidst the beard and mud specks, there are traces of blood.
His expression is like that of a beast ready to devour someone.
Just a gaze left a sharp scratch on Shekri's face.
The falling raindrops evaporated one after another, unable to penetrate that gaze which had become solid, the crisp sound of friction accompanied as two fingers of his right hand silently stretched out, curled slightly like hooks, ready to slit the throat of the uninvited guest.
"I remember, I've said it before — you're not welcome here, Shekri."
"After all, we are all White Country People, why the estrangement, Ni Lin?"
Under the tear of the knife-like gaze, the face with a gaping wound quickly healed again, Shekri smiled, indifferent: "Besides, I'm just teaching the children about what happened in the past, what's happening now, and what will happen to them in the future... Did I say something wrong?"
Pa!
In that instant, Ni Lin pierced through the air, his claw-like fingers had already penetrated Shekri's throat, brutally tearing apart the blood vessels.
"I said, shut up!"
Ni Lin slowly tightened his fingers, crushing the bones.
"...Is this place welcoming to you either?"
Shekri's smile turned more mocking: "By now, aren't you and I both Tian Yuan's blights unseen by the light? Where do you get your sense of ownership, Ni Lin? Constantly hiding, where can you escape to?"
The torn flesh quickly healed, Shekri soon returned to his original form, just with a calm smile: "Constantly deceiving oneself, is that useful?
The Federation and Empire have no mercy for us, much less any future to speak of..."
Ni Lin's blood-red eyes overlooked, unmoved: "Does that sneaky fellow behind you have one? Or is it that stirring up the few tribesmen to sacrifice their lives for your grand ambitions of a shitty terror organization holds a future?"
Shekri suddenly turned solemn: "At least we still have the hope of reclaiming our land."
"Reclaim?"
Ni Lin was amused, uncontrollably furious, his blood-red eyes burning like fire: "Do you dare to say this bullshit in front of me? Shekri, do you really care about the so-called homeland? Then where were you when the Sacrificial King was dying? Where were you when White Country fell and splintered?
When everything of ours was taken, where were you and your master?"
"It was just a temporary retreat and concession, otherwise, how could we have retained this sliver of hope alive? The Young Wolf Lord has grown up, Ni Lin, everything the Old Wolf Lord left behind will return... We will eventually reclaim all that was lost."
"Or, will it all turn to ashes in the fire of ambition you and your master have?"
Ni Lin grinned, almost laughing, increasingly grim and mad: "Shekri, just tolerating sharing the same air with rubbish like you has used up all of my patience, don't force me to devour you right now...
Get lost, Shekri, go as far as you can, I'm nearing the brink of losing control!
Consider it as sparing a life for the grand scheme of your master, isn't that better?"
"In the end, you will understand, Ni Lin, our sacrifice and effort will never be in vain."
Shekri took a step back, then another step, amidst the onslaught of the storm, suddenly disintegrated, the flesh beneath the bandages turned into countless insects, and the bandages fell into the mud, slithering away like a serpent.
Disappearing.
In the once again raging storm, Ni Lin indifferently, coldly stared at the place he vanished, for a long time, withdrew his gaze, looking at the stunned, terrified children.
"Don't believe that guy's nonsense, he just wants to use you, just like he once used White Country..."
Not reprimanding or venting anger, Ni Lin extended his hand, ruffled their hair: "The rain is still heavy, hurry back, and do your homework well, understand?"
"But, Uncle Inayat..."
Saturated in rainwater, the boy lifted his head, looking at him, filled with confusion: "If Mr. Shekri is wrong, then what should we do with our future?"
Inayat pondered for a moment, smiled, bent down, tapped his shoulder: "That is for you to find out, as young men, you must seek out your own hope and future."
Hope and future.
Watching the children gradually head towards the camp.
Only Inayat remained standing where he was.
His smile slowly dissolved into fatigue.
Hope and future...
Such things, have long ceased to exist.
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After the Disaster Beast died, the torrential rain continued for three days.
Or rather, it was the death of the Disaster Beast that prevented the typhoon from growing further, completely dissipating, releasing all remaining forces.
Like an invisible corpse, gradually decomposing, spreading flooded blood and foul rain, slowly permeating.
The dark clouds spread, covering thousands of miles, seen from a satellite cloud image, like a pustule slowly erupting, even after the rain has fallen, still unable to disperse.
The gloom shrouds the sky, obscuring the daylight.
Even at noon, it remains dim and heavy.
Outside the brightly lit city, the slum lies in dead silence, not even a cry can be heard.