Chapter 724 The King's Sorrow
The moment Feng's hands gripped the Zombie King's shoulders tightly, the King seemed to sense Feng's intentions.
"Damn it, let me go! Number 1! Let me go!!"
Within the confined space, the zombie king, unable to move its arms, used the spikes on its knees to continuously strike Feng's body.
At this moment, he felt a strong sense of crisis and just wanted to break free from Feng's hands as quickly as possible to escape.
Unfortunately, Feng, with an unknown source of strength, refused to let go of the zombie king's large hands no matter how it attacked him!
My vision gradually dimmed, and my consciousness began to fade.
At this moment, the wind carries the scent of life at an accelerated rate...
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On the other side, Han Shuo quickly got up after landing.
From the moment he was knocked away to the moment he stood up, only a fraction of a second had passed, and he realized that something was wrong with the situation ahead.
One after another, bloody holes appeared frantically behind Feng. Seeing this scene ahead, he panicked, his heart filled with utter panic...
"Wind! Back off!"
With a hysterical roar, Han Shuo's eyes turned red, and he began to run.
"No! No!"
He frantically chanted in his mind, raised the meteorite Tang sword in his hand, concentrated all his strength in his right arm, and began to gather the power for his final strike!
However, after taking only two steps forward, his pupils dilated instantly.
He saw... Feng's hand slowly released the zombie king's shoulder, and the arm hung limply at his waist.
Then! A terrifyingly large hand pierced through his chest! And in that hand, a bright red heart was clutched…
With a loud "crack!", the Zombie King crushed Feng's heart!
After enduring so many fierce storms, the wind finally gave way.
His eyelids slowly drooped; he had never felt so tired in his life...
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"snort!"
After crushing its heart, the Zombie King snorted coldly and casually tossed the rapidly dissipating Feng aside.
A smile involuntarily crept onto his lips. He knew that after this attack, his nemesis would have no chance of surviving!
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Just then, Han Shuo appeared in front of the Zombie King.
Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Feng lying on the ground. He didn't get up from the ground as before. Endless grief instantly swept over him!
"No--!!"
He roared to the sky, tears welling in his eyes, and swung the Tang sword in his right hand at the zombie king with all his might!
This was a blow that Feng had created for him by giving his all, even sacrificing his own life. No matter how much Han Shuo's heart ached at this moment, he had to seize this excellent opportunity to attack!
This strike contained all of Han Shuo's power!
This strike incorporated the obsession that was in Feng's heart!
This strike carries the hopes of everyone in the Ice City!
This was also the strongest strike Han Shuo had ever delivered in his life!
In that instant, the dark purple blade light far exceeded the speed of sound.
"Bang!"
Amidst the clanging of blades, a sonic boom rang out!
The meteorite sword rubbed against the air at high speed, and the temperature on the blade rose sharply until it reached its ignition point. A streak of fiery red flame flashed across the night sky!
The next moment, the smile on the zombie king's face vanished.
He stared wide-eyed at the pure white blade so close to his face, realizing he had no chance to dodge at all!
brush!
The burning meteorite sword vanished in an instant, and by the time the zombie king came to his senses, the scythe in his hand had fallen to the ground.
Slowly turning his head, he saw... his left shoulder cleaved open by Han Shuo's Tang sword, and his heart inside his chest also cleaved open by the scorching blade...
"Sizzle, sizzle..."
By this time, the flames on the Tang sword had long since disappeared, but the fiery red mark on the blade remained, and the sound of liquid touching it continued to echo.
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After an unknown amount of time, under the cold night sky, the temperature on the meteorite Tang sword began to drop rapidly.
The scene gradually fell silent.
The eyes of both the king and the man were fixed on the Tang sword, and neither of them spoke to break the silence...
Han Shuo's body began to tremble involuntarily, as if he could not believe what he was seeing.
He was somewhat excited; he hadn't expected... that he would succeed tonight, that he would successfully defeat the zombie king!
After a brief moment of joy, he thought of the wind once again.
Just as he was about to take a step and run towards the fallen Feng, blood from the Zombie King's heart slowly flowed down the blade...
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Only then did Han Shuo realize that the first blood flowing from the heart of this king of all the zombie creatures was red.
This blood is the same color as human blood.
It turns out, he still retains a trace of his former human self...
After the red blood, the black blood finally appeared!
Seeing this, Han Shuo had to suppress his urge to rush over and check on Feng, and stopped in his tracks.
He quickly unsheathed the sword at his waist and carefully used the sheath to catch the black blood dripping from the blade.
The zombie king did not stop him from collecting the black blood; he no longer had the strength to do so. He simply turned his head and watched quietly...
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To be honest, months ago, when that heavy snow fell, the zombie king had already foreseen his fate tonight…
Ever since the last standoff between the two sides, when Qingyu used the hydrogen bomb to cover Han Shuo's escape, he knew that humanity would rather destroy the whole world than let other creatures take over their control of the world for the sake of their race.
On the eve of defeat in this great war, someone will surely detonate that hydrogen bomb and perish together with him...
Nevertheless, he still chose to come here, leading his army of the dead to start this great battle!
His goal was simply to make the game more interesting.
Because no one knows the bitterness he has endured over the past few years, and no one knows how difficult those years have been for him...
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Yes, he is the Zombie King, the king of all zombified creatures, and the culprit behind this apocalypse!
But no one remembers that he still retains human thoughts!
He was betrayed by his most respected teacher, hated by all his former compatriots, and even the dog he raised himself betrayed him.
He possesses human thoughts, yet he has lived alone for a long time, surrounded by zombies.
Aside from these disgusting creatures keeping him company, no living person was willing to talk to him much. Only he could understand the agonizing feeling of each day dragging on endlessly...
He hoped, he hoped, that tonight's battle would be more exciting.
And he ultimately achieved his goal...
The only thing he never expected was that he would die at the hands of Han Shuo...
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"Phew~"
Taking a deep breath, the zombie king sensed the approaching footsteps of death rapidly drawing closer.
At that moment, he suddenly felt relieved, because death, for him, was a kind of liberation.
He slowly opened his mouth, and a calm voice rang out.
"I remember your name is Han Shuo, right..."
"Han Shuo, thank you..."
The two short sentences startled Han Shuo, who was collecting black blood at the moment.
He looked up blankly, only to see the zombie king's smiling face.
"He's thanking me? Why...why is that..."
Without uttering a word to the zombie king, Han Shuo's mind was still filled with the unsettling echo of that "thank you" from earlier...
Soon, he remembered a sentence Yue Zongyang had said to him before he died:
His most prized disciple in his life turned out to be a good person as well...
The reason it has become like this is all because of Yue Zongyang's own selfish desires.
In that instant, Han Shuo understood, and finally realized why the Zombie King had thanked him earlier.
This king was, after all, a pitiful man...
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Just as he was about to ask a question that was on his mind, the Zombie King seemed to have guessed what he was thinking.
Still wearing a smile, this king had already answered his question in advance.
"Some roads, once taken the wrong way, can never be turned back..."
In fact, when he personally killed Yue Zongyang to avenge himself several years ago, the hatred that had been buried in his heart for so long vanished instantly.
The reason I chose to lead that army of the dead and continue to advance in this world is...
It's simply because some paths, once taken the wrong way, can never be retraced...
This is the king's tragedy...
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