novelraw Chapter 1285 644: Waiting
Chapter 1285 644: Waiting
"To be honest, from the very beginning, I couldn't stand you..."
Shekri looked down expressionlessly: "Clearly doing nothing, yet acting superior!"
"Angrily denouncing me as a traitor, as if I've committed all kinds of evil deeds..."
"When I was being ruthless and unscrupulous, wasn't it you who did nothing? When the situation collapsed, was it not fools like you who stood by idly?"
"Please tell me, Ni Lin, what did you actually do?"
"Did nothing, yet became the cleanest of all, while I am nothing but damnable!"
Shekri roared, raising his hand to point at Forest Country: "Look around, is this just the evil deeds of my own? Clearly, this is all that you and others created from your long struggles!"
"Was I the only one who destroyed White Country with my own hands?!"
He turned back, gazing coldly at the weary White King, and finally questioned: "Isn't it the indecisive king who created all this today?!"
"Enough, Shekri—"
Just as the final blade was about to fall, the White King closed his eyes.
He said, "Let him go."
So the blade stopped before Ni Lin's eyes.
Then, inch by inch, it lifted...
Shekri smiled silently, raising his head.
Yet Ni Lin felt frozen in terror, his remaining eye wide with fear as he watched the Sacrificial King raise his hand, gripping the sword hilt before his chest.
Slowly, he drew it out.
Ni Lin was rigid and dazed, only blood-colored tears leaked and trailed down.
"My king! My king!!"
The White King was silent, drawing the sword.
The last shackle was completely undone.
The blade that had fused with flesh and bone was drawn inch by inch, making a sharp sound like steel scraping. Then, on the shattered emaciated body, came the faint sound of growth.
Endless sacrifices fell from the giant tree branches, transforming into blood light, winding towards wrapping around the remnants of the Sacrificial King's body. The blood thorns from the Wolf Blood Oath stitched the broken body together, like tight seams.
Infiltrating bone and soul.
The enormous Forest Country once again echoed the hoarse howl.
A blood-colored crown grew out of the thorns, piercing into the skull.
"You wanted this, didn't you?"
The last remnant of the human face lifted slowly, emotionless, "After I die, take it as you please...I suppose you have prepared well enough."
Shekri gave a calm smile, waving it off carelessly: "The king overpraises."
At this moment, the traitor and the White King were within reach.
Just like when a vassal offered the Sacrificial King a strategy to save the nation, but unfortunately, it couldn't move or tense Shekri anymore.
He contemptuously stepped aside, inviting the White King to step onto this destined path sooner.
Yet the White King stopped, looked back at him one last time, and told him: "Actually, back then I knew the so-called advice was for oneself..."
For a moment, Shekri froze.
Involuntarily, he looked up at him.
"It doesn't matter, none of it matters, no matter the intent, as long as White Country is sustained, I don't care...even living like a dog is fine."
The White King withdrew his gaze, "Even just to prolong our days..."
Better living than dying, human hardships abound, but only fear can death bring. As long as more people can continue living, the lack of future and hope doesn't matter...
"Utterly foolish!"
Shekri's expression twitched suddenly, unable to control his anger.
To think the Martyr King spared no effort acting as a wild wolf, to intimidate all, but in the end, was merely an old gate-guard dog growling and howling...
Simply to delay one more day...
Unwilling to hang his own corpse before the door.
"Since you can't do it, why not abdicate sooner and let me take over?" Shekri questioned: "What you can't do, can't you give it to me instead?"
The White King remained silent, stepping slowly down the stairs, crossing over the thick blood.
Finally he stopped by Ni Lin.
"Thank you for coming to kill me, Inaya."
He reached out, removing the shackles on Ni Lin, the last smile: "You kept your promise, never wavered from beginning to end...
Instead, I let you down."
He continued onward, behind him, Ni Lin's cries and lamentation echoed.
The Sacrificial King never turned back.
Stepping forward, each step stripped away traces of ever being human, as the hunger within his soul emerged boundlessly with the boiling wolf blood.
He finally tread this doomed road again.
Under the blood-colored firmament, under the gaze of countless cold stars, step by step, towards his predestined demise.
When he once again raised his gaze, he saw—wolf eyes as radiant as the sun and moon, blazing with heat like a torn universe, cruelly caged like a prison, and the profound gaze as destiny was penned...
Above the sky, the struggle between Tian Yuan and the wolf had long begun.
The White Deer's cruel light cut across, flickering, then vanished, in repeated clashes and conflicts. Among the heart wolf and mountain wolf's roars, the Blood Eye Xiu Feng's Heavenly People also emerged.
The entirety of Forest Country's firmament had long become a battlefield, blood rain constantly pouring down.
Federation, Empire, Desert Market, Wolf Pack, Wulou Temple, Blood Eye, insects... whether opposing openly or exploiting the chaos, fighting fiercely or observing from afar, watching the situation unfold.
Invisible vortexes overlay visible ones, transforming into utter chaos.
They await, they too await.
Waiting for the true birth of the third Wolf Evil...
At this moment, the eyes cast upon him were filled with either hatred or delight, and in the same gaze, it was all written with the hunger and greed of a wolf.
Waiting for the moment when the third wolf truly completes its Transformation!
"Hey, heh, hahahaha..."
The White King hunches over, bends down, unable to stop himself from laughing, mocking himself: "In the end, there is no choice."
Struggling in vain for so many years.
Humbling oneself, serving as a slave, abandoning worthless dignity, abandoning a life of no value, abandoning everything, even abandoning life...
Yet, unable to exchange for a single choice!
He had no choice.
There never was a choice.
The Federation, the Empire, the Wolf Evil, even the Desert Market... everyone was pushing him forward, and when he looked back, he found that in all those choices, there was no road at all.
"What crime did the White Country commit to fall to this point?"
His hoarse roar toward the heavens: "What crime did Central Earth commit to suffer this torment?!"
That face, gradually Mutant into a wolf, twitches, and with all his strength, he questions them:
"After so many years... no matter how many debts, how many sins, they should all be repaid by now?!"
No one responds.
No one cares.
The silent Transformation of wolf blood slowly erodes the body, completely twisting the soul, leaving only a winding stream of blood tears, dripping onto the desiccated wasteland.
Drip, drip, drip...
Flames ignite in the blood tears, spread rapidly, covering the entire Forest Country, setting the dark forest ablaze completely.
From the burning forest came the hoarse mad laughter, delirious howls, and heart-wrenching wails.
Even the low ringing of the soul's lament...
"Then come!!!"
The Sacrificial King's hysterical laughter, completely liberating the final shackles, the decaying corpse bell wolf steps out from the burning forest, one step at a time.
No more hesitation.
Foolishly, charging into the heavens!!!
At least, there can be another kill...
Boom!!!
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"Has it begun?!"
Outside the Forest Country, at the Federation's frontline base, two middle-aged men on lounge chairs involuntarily straighten their bodies, widen their eyes, and look at the turbulent crimson sky.
Blood like a violent rain, pouring down.
The corpse bell wolf charges into the sky, baring its fangs, indiscriminately slaying in a frenzy... The battles among the Heavenly People surge into a tide, even hard to see clearly.
Only able to feel the bone-chilling coldness bursting forth in waves amidst the turmoil...
Just listening, it's like needles on one's back.
Liver and gall splitting!
In the dead silence, An De and An Neng exchange a silent glance, checking each other's condition, sighing silently... One missing two arms, the other a leg, they could only watch.
"Where's Ah Ning?"
An Neng asks: "Still no news?"
"...Haven't seen, probably too late to escape."
An De smokes, speaking muffled: "However, that kid has such a tough life, might not be in trouble, with the old man there, maybe he'll get brought back."
An Neng says nothing.
Now the Forest Country is a battlefield even the Family Head of An Family must bet his life to enter, and who can say for sure about life or death?
Inside and outside, who knows how many are watching.
Not only so many have appeared, the present chaos isn't even chaotic, at the moment real change and outcomes appear, who knows how chaotic it will become!
By then, when knives are drawn and fire's taken from the burning, when opportunistic moves in the chaos, after everything's in a mess, most of the White Country will probably be utterly shattered!
And now, just as the two were about to speak, their faces stiffen in unison, bodies rigid, pale.
Finally, sensing that from afar, beneath the crimson sky, like a storm slowly approaching the terrifying aura... making no attempt to conceal its presence, disdainful of disguise or humility.
In the crimson storm, countless deaths like black snow, swirling and falling.
Step by step approaching the Forest Country.
Its mere presence tore through all obstacles.
Arrogantly advancing with ease.
When the two rigidly turned back, they saw an emaciated, sickly old horse, reluctant as if, carrying an equally emaciated withered old man, stepping forward slowly.
The old man's hand dragged a spear scarred and cracked, taking two steps forward, it scraped against the ground with a clattering sound.
Swaying along with the horse.
Scraggly beard, bald head, looking like he's about to die, genuinely worrying he'd die right here the next moment.
Or... yourself dying here the next moment!
The first of the Legion of this era!
The maniac born from the endless wars and conflicts in Central Earth, a butcher who fills the fields with slaughter, leaving one to wonder why he hasn't fallen into the Slaughter Dragon of the Legion yet!
——[Soldier Master]!