The Demon Lords

Chapter 960 - 216: I’m Here

In the eyes of a thousand people, there are a thousand Hamlets; this saying can be applied to many fields.

For instance, right now,

this scene, which would be a true nightmare for most people in the world,

for the County Princess Li Qian of the Earl of North Border’s residence,

is truly nothing significant.

She might not be as extreme as Li Fusheng, who can’t eat or drink without sensing the bloody heat and stickiness, but she certainly wouldn’t be frightened by these scenes.

After all,

three years ago, she could unhesitatingly use the lives of thousands of laborers as bait to win a war.

She is a very decisive woman. In history, many who contended for favor and honed their skills within the harem emerged as rulers of the harem, but most of them grew up in the deceitful environment of the harem. However, the County Princess is different; her upbringing in the border desert had already set her starting point very high.

"Beautiful, isn’t it?"

A man’s voice rang out.

The County Princess turned back, looking behind her, and saw a man with loose hair and a body reeking of alcohol standing in her room, holding a wine jar in his left hand.

This man had a face belonging to the Barbarians.

The County Princess tilted her head slightly as if pondering who this man was, so her reply was delayed a bit.

"Beautiful, indeed beautiful."

The man holding the wine jar walked to the threshold, nearly standing side by side with the County Princess, and said:

"Truly beautiful?"

The County Princess nodded firmly, "Those being killed are the Barbarians, and those doing the killing are my soldiers of the North Border Army. Why wouldn’t it be considered beautiful?"

The man closed his eyes.

"I understand who you are now. You are the Left Valley King of the Barbarian Royal Court. Why do you appear in my dream?"

The man did not answer.

"It’s quite interesting. When you came to the Earl’s residence back then, seeking an explanation from me, actually, I wanted to meet you and give you an explanation. But my mother stopped me, not allowing me to come out.

Later, I heard you died in battle, and your corpse was hung on the archway. I lost interest in speaking with the dead."

"What did you wish to say to me?"

Back then, Shatuo Queshi sought just an explanation.

The County Princess seemed to genuinely regard this as just a dream, so she wasn’t nervous and spoke calmly:

"My explanation is, no wonder the Barbarian Royal Court is getting weaker with each generation. I’ve heard from the ancestors that the Barbarians back then could fight, mobilizing tens of thousands of archers at times, covering the sky like dark clouds.

Yet now, your Barbarian Left Valley King, just because your tribe was massacred, actually came all the way to the Earl’s gate alone just for an explanation?

Actually, you know in your heart that seeking an explanation is essentially seeking death.

For those seeking death on their own accord, death is actually a form of cowardice and evasion.

The fact that even the Barbarian Left Valley King is such a coward only explains why the Barbarians are declining."

"Indeed."

The man affirmed the County Princess’s words.

But then,

the man pointed ahead at the ongoing bloody massacre, saying:

"But that blood, it continues to torment me, haunt me, unsettling me."

"In this world, how many people can truly find peace in everything?"

"But I seek peace of mind. Your previous explanation is correct, but the implication is merely that might makes right.

The Yan people are strong, the Barbarians are weak. Your approach seems quite justified."

"Survival of the fittest, natural selection, the strong prey on the weak; it’s the law of nature."

The man reached out,

grasping the County Princess’s throat.

The County Princess’s back pressed against the door, and she was lifted up,

"Is this also the law of nature?"

The County Princess struggled to breathe,

but her lips still bore a mocking smile,

"Only dare to kill in dreams, coward."

The man’s eyes were fixed on the County Princess’s face.

The County Princess continued,

"You shouldn’t have told me this is a dream. You shouldn’t have let me open the door to see the scene outside. Do you think I’d feel guilty? Panicked? Do you think I would be so ashamed of my past deeds that I wouldn’t dare to face them?"

You were wrong,

I, Li Qian,

have the blood of the Li family flowing through my veins,

Not just in this dream,

but even in reality,

If you, a dead Barbarian, came back to life trying to kill me,

Before you succeed,

I, Li Qian, would never bow to you, nor show any repentance."

...

"Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz! Buzz!"

In the cell,

Shatuo Queshi’s body was trembling incessantly,

The originally clear gaze was gradually replaced by blood-red and muddiness.

Seeing this,

Mo Wan, holding the stone representing its true form, showed a look of excitement.

...

Inside the bedroom,

the blind man suddenly put down the tea cup he had just picked up after the meal,

frowning,

closed his eyes,

and immediately said:

"My lord, something has happened."

"What?" Zheng Fan asked.

"A strong spiritual force has appeared within our residence."

"Whose?"

"Mo Wan’s."

"Mo Wan?"

"Yes, it’s his, no doubt. He is a soul entity, so his resentment is essentially his essence, and he can entirely convert it into a medium similar to spiritual force to project outward.

It’s just that, Mo Wan’s resentment this time seems overly abundant, exceedingly so."

The blind man didn’t know that Shatuo Queshi had infused his zombie’s death energy and resentment into Mo Wan’s body, then used Mo Wan to funnel it outward.

Mo Wan at this moment has transformed from being a troublemaker to a router.