Chapter 983
Chapter 983 - 969 Judgment
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King’s Right is not eternal, and so, naturally, neither can the life of an individual be.
The gluttonous participants of the Blood Feast, in their pursuit of immortality and evolution, forcibly assimilated other lives into their own bodies... In achieving power at a relatively low cost, they had long since abandoned the baseline of humanity.
Perhaps, some don’t think the baseline is all that important.
But truly, when you no longer "consider" yourself human, society will not incorporate you into its fold.
Beings like those of the Blood Feast were doomed from the start to a self-destructive ending—not as a mere adjective, but as a fact...
"You regard your own kind as bread, but you weren’t born and raised in luxury, were you? In your eyes, are your parents, your relatives, your friends, are they all bread too?"
Mr. An Nan had just appeared when he asked a strange question of the utterly wicked criminal.
This was something he had always been curious about.
But due to his status before, he felt it wasn’t appropriate to voice it aloud.
"Parents... of course, they are family. But friends... we have no friends... We are beings that transcend mortals. Only our peers can serve as counterparts for communication..."
Zhao Yan hadn’t even had time to react, yet his mouth moved first.
"Oh, I see. Some of you still hold onto morals and human cognition, while others have completely forsaken humanity. It seems to vary from person to person. Looking at it this way, I did have some prejudices before. Although you’re all scum, there are some who are especially scummy..."
Mr. An Nan, watched by the army and the warriors, calmly engaged in conversation with the dreadful criminal amid the battlefield as though he were an ordinary bystander.
"... I... What did you do to me!!" The hoarseness of his voice the moment he spoke was so unbearable that he could not accept it himself.
"Just checking how weak you actually are. Of course, these things—I really wanted to know about them earlier... Heh, you can’t even resist the first Gold Coin?"
Professionals and Extraordinary beings would naturally have some resistance to "Gold Coins."
The effect of two Rule-level Gold Coins was much less than that of Decree-level ones.
But now, he couldn’t resist the "inquiry" of the very first Gold Coin?
The present situation of Zhao Yan was indeed dire.
His appearance was unscathed, with only a few shreds of cloth remaining on his body... Even on the brink of death, Blood followers with Regeneration abilities still managed to maintain physical dignity.
But along the way, he had endured too much.
The Divine Realm-level Holy Image guardian, the Rule-level Sun Yi, and the hours of fleeting fury.
Next, on this battlefield, resembling ruins, was the city’s entire violent institution besieging a single man.
Each time, as he sought to flee... the corpse-like Demon Sword Knight would block his path.
To die only to live again was no longer just a descriptive phrase; in the countless "Resurgences," the existence that was drained of its last drop of blood resembled a living mummy.
Lu Ping’an caught a glimpse of "fear" in his eyes.
Perhaps no matter how high one had climbed and how much evil one had committed, there was no fundamental difference at the very end.
"It seems that you have understood everything... "
"Can’t you... let me go. Your Evil Gods behind you..." Zhao Yan took a step back and put forth a plea that seemed like a tacit agreement.
Upon hearing this, Lu Ping’an laughed outright.
Those words, how familiar they sounded, as if he had heard them just a few hours ago.
He glanced down at the mummified Damu at his feet, and the Demon Sword he still held in his hand... To be precise, the "gluttonous" Demon Sword, which even at that moment, had not relented.
"... Rise again, my Warrior, but it seems I no longer require you to fight for me."
With a casual pat, the Damu, who had stepped into the underworld, was directly revived.
The Fate Lion Man’s eyes widened, feeling his condition greatly recovered, almost beyond belief.
And the Demon Sword in his hand was even more overjoyed, radiating bloodlight violently.
It began its new round of greedy absorption, ready to cleanly devour everything...
"This child, is not well-behaved..."
Lu Ping’an, however, easily picked up the Demon Sword, which had been fiercely restless just a moment ago, and instantly tamed it.
It did not erode Lu Ping’an’s courage; it merely glowed silently in his hand, as though it were an ordinary cold weapon.
"Mr. An Nan" then dragged the (not quite tall enough) heavy sword and slowly walked over.
His calm steps and expression seemed more like a casual stroll than crossing what had become a cratered battlefield.
"You, step aside..."
Zhao Yan still intended to say something, but in the next moment, he clenched his teeth and braced himself.
From his already depleted body, he forced out some more blood, and the sweeping waves still carried a bit of force.
Until Lu Ping’an casually flicked the sword.
The sea of blood turned into ash, and the young "Mr. An Nan" simply walked straight through that deadly assault.
If the resentful spirit in the Demon Sword had been a frenzied warrior before, this time, it was the most docile servant.
Zhao Yan’s final stand, bought with his life, was utterly meaningless; he was already drained, now merely sustaining himself on willpower... The icy toxin was completely incurable, his veins had solidified into segments long ago.
He wasn’t killed on the spot, merely because the major backer of the night had said he wanted to come and see for himself.
Now, Mr. An Nan, with his not-so-tall figure, silently approached, getting closer and closer...
The Demon Sword easily pierced through Zhao Yan.
The "King" in his dire situation, clutching the blade, could hardly believe it.
He didn’t understand what had happened, why he was utterly unable to resist.
Zhao Yan vomited blood profusely, his body visibly aging rapidly... just like those unlucky victims before, the life system professionals showing symptoms of "life aging," were also nearing their end.
But even so, he still did not die.
He was unable to move; the Demon Sword was constantly robbing him of life every moment; he faintly heard evil spirits singing in his ear, his mouth twisting into a bizarre smile.
But like an insect specimen pinned helplessly under a nail, he was still struggling.
He reached out his hand, begging for help; he didn’t want to die, he didn’t want to die...
"Indeed, in the last moment, whether mortal or Rule-level, there’s no difference..."
And Mr. An Nan had no intention of letting him die... at least, not here, not to die before all these eyes, not by his hand.
"At least, not now..."
Looking at Zhao Yan, "sealed" by the Demon Sword on the ground, Lu Ping’an smiled and turned his gaze to the mayor, who was hurrying over.
"You seem to have been a bit negligent, mayor. I’ve been searching for you everywhere, yet failed to notice you. Not that I aim to blame you, but at a time like this, abandoning the citizens and your duties to run into a shelter..."
"This night has been too arduous. With all the losses and wear, the citizens are frightened and in need of an outlet... uh, perhaps it should be said, we need a vent for the excitement of an event."
"How about a public trial? Perhaps a public execution would bring some peace of mind."
Although it sounded like a question and a suggestion, the continuous nodding of the mayor indicated that this was a command from the true controller of the city.
"No time to delay, let’s do it tomorrow, on the ruins, we will witness his doomsday."
The smiling young man calmly narrated the end of a Rule-level being.
The young man made a decision, that strongman, that incredible Blood-God child.
He will meet his doomsday amidst the ridicule and despair of those mortals he once considered no more than bread.
— End of Chapter 983 —