pertwk Chapter 1817 Pain
Chapter 1817 Pain
boom--!!
Another wound, almost severing Bai Qi's waist, pierced through his body.
At the same time, the heavily injured figure who was close to Bai Qi was also struck head-on by an extreme killing intent from the Ancient Treasury of Military Strategy. His theatrical robe was torn to shreds in an instant, and the remaining flesh and blood burst into a cloud of blood mist...
In Bai Qi's eyes, the scene of Chen Ling turning into ashes under the killing intent of the military path was clearly reflected, and he was slightly stunned.
thump.
Bai Qi's critically wounded and dying body fell into the deep pit, sending up clouds of dust.
Enraged curses echoed in Bai Qi's mind, but he seemed not to hear them, his eyes fixed on the completely shattered blood mist in the air... Chen Ling's existence seemed to have been completely erased by this ancient military treasure.
The world suddenly fell into a deathly silence.
……
[Audience Expectation -50]
Current expectation level: 37%
……
A figure was rapidly reborn amidst the surging blood mist!
A strange light flashed in Bai Qi's eyes. He staggered into the deep pit, dragging his heavily injured body. Before he could make a move, the blood shadow in the air suddenly disappeared.
next moment,
A red paper tentacle flew out from the afterimage, suddenly grabbing Bai Qi's severely injured neck and waist, and with terrifying force, slammed him against the cliff of the deep pit!
A dull, deafening roar echoed through the air, and jagged cracks instantly covered the entire cliff face, where a figure was deeply embedded!
The black armor was now in pieces, the black ribbons were stained with blood and scattered everywhere. Bai Qi, covered in wounds, was pinned to the wall by several red paper tentacles, and a boning knife that gleamed with a chilling light was pressed against his throat...
Just like a few minutes earlier, when he held the blade to Chen Ling's throat.
A red robe with black patterns fluttered in the wind as Chen Ling, now fully recovered, gripped the hilt of a boning knife in one hand, coldly staring at the heavily injured Bai Qi before her.
Although Chen Ling was furious, he was by no means stupid.
He dared to brave the murderous aura of the ancient military strategist and charge into the deepest mass grave to fight Bai Qi, naturally because he had enough confidence... enough audience anticipation. Even if something went wrong or he was no match for Bai Qi, he would still have a chance to turn the tide and survive.
Chen Ling is now the sixth-generation Red King of the Twilight Society. He still has too many things to accomplish in this world, and he will not allow himself to die here so recklessly.
"Is there... anything else you'd like to say?"
Chen Ling's blade pressed against Bai Qi's throat, his voice icy and chilling.
If Chen Ling so desired, this one strike could decapitate the heavily wounded Bai Qi… Although it might not kill him completely, it would certainly render him incapable of resistance. Then, Chen Ling would always find a way to annihilate him completely.
Blood seeped from the corner of Bai Qi's mouth, but even as Chen Ling's blade slowly pierced his skin, his gaze remained calm as still water.
“I have nothing to say,” he replied hoarsely. “It’s because I’m not strong enough. Kill me if you want.”
"However, after you cut off my head, you'd better use the Trial Court a few more times to completely reduce me to ashes... otherwise, I will be reborn sooner or later."
Upon hearing this, Chen Ling's eyes narrowed slightly...
Chen Ling was very familiar with this sentence and this tone. In an instant, he seemed to see himself again, the one who was still on Frost Street.
Chen Ling stared at him coldly, and Bai Qi met his gaze calmly. An eerie silence fell over the air.
Whoosh—!
With a flash of light from Chen Ling's blade, Bai Qi's head fell to the ground with a thud.
As Chen Ling released the red paper tentacles, Bai Qi's severely injured, mangled, and headless body plummeted from the cliff like mud, crashing heavily onto the ground...
Chen Ling's hand gripping the handle of the [Courtroom] gun tightened slightly... then silently relaxed after a moment.
He did nothing to the unseeing head and the mangled body on the ground; he simply brushed the hem of his theatrical robe and turned to leave.
Chen Ling knew that beheading meant nothing to Bai Qi, and that he would recover quickly after she left.
But Chen Ling never intended to kill him.
Although Bai Qi occupied Jian Changsheng's body, ultimately, it was a voluntary transaction... Jian Changsheng voluntarily handed over this body to Bai Qi.
Even if Chen Ling was in great pain and anger, these emotions ultimately stemmed from self-blame. He was blaming himself for not noticing Jian Changsheng's unusual behavior immediately, for failing to stop Jian Changsheng from making the deal and preserving his body and soul…
Chen Ling's frantic act of braving the killing intent and rushing into the ancient military archives was not only because he was enraged by Bai Qi's provocation and wanted to teach him a lesson, but also because he simply didn't know how to alleviate his self-blame and pain, and could only pay the price in this way.
Even if Bai Qi harbored great hostility towards him, he was not an enemy of humanity. Chen Ling had deduced this using the Tower of Akash, and he knew very well that the reason Bai Qi was living in Jian Changsheng's body was simply because he couldn't stand the weakness of the gods in this world and wanted to restore the glory of the God of War, using the killing and warfare of human civilization as a sword to destroy Crimson Star.
From the very beginning, they were not enemies... it was just that Bai Qi simply couldn't stand him.
not to mention……
That was Jian Changsheng's body.
Chen Ling endured the murderous aura of the ancient military strategy and broke free from it. Only when she returned to the churning sea surface of the iceberg did she completely escape the lock of the murderous aura.
He turned to look at the towering, pitch-black giant sword, his fists clenching silently...
As the pain and tension from the life-or-death struggle gradually subsided, Chen Ling realized that the pain and self-blame in his heart had not diminished at all... It was as if something was being churned wildly in his empty chest until it was shattered.
"Spades..."
Chen Ling murmured to herself, her reddened eyes closing silently.
The extreme pain stimulated his mind, and the scene of Jian Changsheng drawing his sword and committing suicide kept replaying in his mind... Moisture welled up in the corners of his eyes again, and just when he was heartbroken and could not control himself, a voice suddenly rang in his ears.
"Lord Red King."
"Some bad news has come from the Chengtian Realm... Today, two more powerful individuals have achieved self-realization of the divine path and stepped onto the ninth-order demigod... During this period, the number of demigods in the Chengtian Dynasty has surged. So far, not counting Ying Fu, there are already ten demigods."
"According to our intelligence, the one in the Imperial Palace of Emperor Joten... seems to be about to make a move."
As soon as Liu Qingyan's solemn voice rang out, Chen Ling's tightly clenched fists suddenly relaxed...
His red and black theatrical robe fluttered in the air. He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the tears that were about to fall, as well as the pain and self-blame in his heart. His bloodshot eyes slowly opened.
His haggard figure straightened up again, as if he were silently continuing to shoulder the heavy weight of a mountain...
His tired, hoarse voice rang out:
"I see……"
"Don't worry... everything is under control."