Chapter 1150
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Blood gushed out.
Kieran struggled for a while before falling on the sofa. Soon, his body stiffened and his face turned black.
"The bloodline of a half-fiend is very powerful.
"Unfortunately …"
"You are not immortal!"
I'm sorry. "
Zackary muttered softly to himself. After apologizing, he slowly pulled out his dagger and quickly took out the seed he had hidden in his bosom. Drop by drop, he dripped the blood on the dagger onto the seed.
Soon, the seed that had taken root started to sprout.
A flower bud sprouted at an exponential speed visible to the naked eye. It looked very bright.
Then …
Puk!
Zackary stabbed himself in the heart with a backhand.
More blood flowed down the knife and landed on the flower bud.
Zackary didn't seem to feel the pain at all. He didn't stop but twisted the knife handle.
Instantly, the wound enlarged.
Fresh blood sprayed onto the flower bud in the form of a spray.
Zackary staggered and fell on the floor after losing his balance. His face was as pale as a sheet but it was filled with excitement, anticipation, and relief.
"It's coming soon.
Wait a little longer … "
"Wait a little longer …"
His mouth was muttering non-stop.
His blurry eyes were staring at the flower bud that was slowly blooming.
It felt like he had returned to that time again.
He watched helplessly as she was carried into the temple.
He watched helplessly as she was carried out of the temple.
Life and death, it was just a split second.
But the difference was back then, he was powerless, cowardly, and weak.
Compared to that person, he was still weak. But ….
He could risk his life.
Once, he thought living was the most important thing.
But only after experiencing a life worse than death would he understand that sometimes, living was worse than death.
That day.
That moment.
It was like the torture of the mortal world, torturing him every second.
Whenever he closed his eyes, he would see her eyes.
From struggling hope to numb despair, and finally to the dark, dead gray.
She hated him.
He knew.
Therefore, every day, he would dress neatly and tidily. He hoped that he could be what she wanted him to be. He hoped that when her soul saw him, there would be a trace of comfort.
He stubbornly believed that perhaps by doing this, she would gain some comfort.
Was it funny?
It was ridiculous.
A few days later, Zackary slapped himself hard and a crazy plan popped up in his mind.
He maintained this ridiculous appearance.
He faced everything with this ridiculous look.
He waited for the right moment.
He did not hesitate to perish together.
Now …
He had waited until now.
He waited with guilt.
Zackary could feel the energy in his body rapidly flowing away, as if he was being sliced by a thousand blades. His soul was burning rapidly, as if hot oil had been poured over it. But at this moment, Zackary smiled.
Physical pain.
The pain of the soul.
What was this pain compared to?
He had already experienced much more painful things.
Pain?
It didn't hurt.
He was numb.
On the contrary, he felt a sense of relief that he hadn't felt in a long time.
"Sorry."
"I can't say sorry to you personally."
"But I will drag that bastard into Purgatory with me — there, I will atone for my sins!"
Zackary's blurry vision turned dark.
Zackary fell on the blossoming flower bud.
He allowed the flower to devour his body.
Three!
Two!
One!
The flower bloomed, tender and alluring, its fragrance assailed his nose.
What came after was a sigh.
…
"Surprised?"
The God of Forest City looked at Great Swamp before him, his cold face showing a smile. He licked his lips and his eyes were filled with malicious intent.
"Do you want me to tell you something more surprising?"
"For example, Zhen and I have teamed up."
"When I fought you here, he had already started to destroy the nodes of Flame City's earth veins."
"It won't be long before the whole of Flame City crumbles!"
"And as the God of Flame City, you will enter an unprecedentedly weak state!"
The God of Forest City's words were more malicious than his eyes.
However, to the God of Forest City's surprise, Great Swamp didn't panic at all.
There wasn't even the slightest bit of panic.
"Still pretending to be calm?
Or you think Zhen can't find the nodes of Flame City's earth veins? "
"You didn't just underestimate him, you overestimated your men as well."
"You don't think they will betray you?"
"You are really naive!"
The God of Forest City sneered, but there was a hint of doubt in his eyes.
Something wasn't right!
Great Swamp wouldn't be so calm when facing a problem that concerned the life and death of the whole Flame City. Even if it was him, if the same thing happened to Forest City, he wouldn't be as calm either, even though he usually treated the mortals like pigs and dogs.
More so, Great Swamp loved his people very much.
The God of Forest City held his breath as he stared at Great Swamp before him.
His face was exactly the same.
His temperament was also exactly the same as what he remembered.
If looks could be imitated, how could the temperament be so similar? More importantly, strength!
The strength that could see through his disguise!
It wasn't something a mortal could achieve!
Did Great Swamp have a backup plan?!
Unknowingly, such speculations appeared in the God of Forest City's heart.
The speculations made him squint his eyes and the killing intent in his eyes exploded.
"Although I don't know what kind of trump card you have, do you really think you can beat me after leaving the land?"
The God of Forest City said in a calm and unruffled manner but the energy in his body was rumbling and converging like the rising tide.
"Didn't you leave Forest City as well?"
Great Swamp said calmly.
"It's not the same!
How is this the same!?
I've made arrangements for it!
And you?
You are just a big idiot whose eyes were blinded by the false reality!
Great Swamp, remember to find a truly loyal subordinate in your next life! "
As though he thought of something delightful, the God of Forest City laughed out loud but before he finished, his voice stopped abruptly.
The tide-like energy in the God of Forest City's body suddenly turned sluggish.
The sluggish energy was like an iron net that bound the God of Forest City tightly.
Not only was he immobilized, but his energy was also being consumed rapidly.
The sudden change astonished the God of Forest City.
But soon enough, his astonishment turned into disbelief.
It was because he saw Great Swamp draw a purple greatsword with a bewitching luster.
It wasn't Great Swamp's weapon!
Then the one who used it …
It wasn't Great Swamp!
If it wasn't Great Swamp, who could it be?
"Who are you?!"
The 'God of Forest City' shouted loudly.
No answer.
There was only a slash.
Only …
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