Chapter 725 The Death of the King
After collecting the black blood flowing from the zombie king's heart, Han Shuo pulled out the Tang sword from its heart location and walked in a daze to Feng.
His mind kept replaying the words the zombie king had just spoken:
Some paths, once taken the wrong way, can never be retraced...
At that moment, he actually felt a pang of pity for the zombie king.
Because he is used to thinking from the other person's perspective.
If he had experienced everything the zombie king went through, what kind of personality would he have become?
Will I choose to turn back, or will I do something even more extreme than the zombie king?
Han Shuo had no definitive answer to this question. In a daze, he didn't know when he left the place, holding the dying Feng on the ground.
Before leaving, he picked up the two short blades that Feng had left on the ground...
Quickly regaining his composure, Han Shuo stopped thinking about it.
He quickly headed towards the Ice City, determined not to give up any possibility of keeping Feng alive, even though Feng no longer had a heart.
He didn't want to see Feng die before him...
Without wind, he could not have achieved final victory in this great battle against the zombie king.
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However, just as the two left the hillside, Feng slowly opened his eyes.
"Cough, cough..."
He coughed lightly twice, and blood kept flowing from the corner of his mouth.
He looked up and saw Han Shuo's anxious face, and asked weakly.
"I...I...did we win...?"
Upon hearing the wind's voice again, Han Shuo's body trembled uncontrollably.
He kept running towards the ice city without stopping, tears welling in his eyes, and replied excitedly with his head down.
"We won! Feng, we won! We defeated the Zombie King, and we obtained the Black Blood!"
Upon hearing this, Feng, who had been on edge for years, finally relaxed.
At that moment, his smile was incredibly radiant, and without realizing it, tears welled up in his eyes.
"Okay, okay, okay..."
His tone was filled with relief...
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The scenery on both sides flashed by in the wind, and he seemed to know where Han Shuo was going to take him, so he continued to speak.
"I...I want to go home..."
As soon as the words were spoken, Han Shuo answered instinctively without thinking.
"Feng, we'll be home soon. Don't say anything yet. When we get back, I'll call all the best doctors. Don't worry, you'll definitely be able to live!"
However, the next instant, a large hand pressed down on his shoulder.
Han Shuo's body stiffened involuntarily. As he looked down, he saw only the unwavering determination in Feng's eyes.
"No! I want to go home!"
When those words reached Han Shuo's ears again, he instantly understood, and suddenly everything became clear...
Yes, on this land, the ice villas in the ice city are their home, but that place... is not the home of the wind.
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Just as he was about to speak to comfort Feng with an anxious expression, he felt a large hand gripping his shoulder so firmly!
Although Han Shuo didn't want to give up, he had to accept the reality before him:
The wind, a final burst of energy before death, had destroyed his heart; it was beyond repair...
My running footsteps slowly came to a stop, and grief welled up in my heart once again.
Han Shuo's eyes were terribly red. He stared at the tall ice wall not far ahead, hesitated for a moment, and then turned around.
This time, he chose to follow the wind's last wish and decided to take him to the location of the big tree.
"Okay! Let's go home!"
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Meanwhile, the battle between the king and the two men ended, but the war in the Ice City was far from over.
After fighting for so long, some of the soldiers finally couldn't hold on any longer.
After Xiao Zhao, covered in wounds, finally managed to decapitate the corpse-turned horned eagle with a desperate strike, he discovered that countless corpse eagles had appeared above his head.
Exhausted, he knew he was no match for these corpse eagles...
Li Shurou, Chen Hai, and Lao Wu huddled together in a corner of the ice wall passage, desperately fighting off wave after wave of enemies. But new zombies kept attacking them; they just couldn't kill them all, they just couldn't kill them all...
Since joining the fight, countless zombies have died at his feet.
By now, he had long since lost his lightsaber, but he was still covered in blood, ramming his obese body into the enemies before him...
Yu Qing and Zheng Deliang were still leading their soldiers in battle within the city.
The two had countless wounds on their bodies, but they refused to give up...
Outside the city, after Qingyu slammed his bare arms into the eyes of the lion-tiger beast, he was immediately pounced on by the other wild beasts that swept in from around him.
With her two arms already broken and no hands, the blonde woman frantically tore at the zombies in front of her with her teeth.
Cheng Shenghong, unaware of when, was surrounded by dozens of female giant zombies...
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After arriving at the North Gate, Fatty immediately joined forces with the cyborg warriors to fight against the half-corpses.
They fought to the bitter end; almost all 5,000 cyborg warriors had perished on the battlefield, but the number of half-dead men remained vast...
Faced with a concentrated attack from over 100 half-corpses, the fat man finally couldn't hold on any longer.
He held the large shield to his chest, curled up beneath the ice wall, and desperately protected his life.
After striving for so long, the only thing he felt somewhat resentful about was:
He could already hear the mocking voice of that ingrate in the distance, but he was powerless to push aside the half-corpse in front of him, tear open an opening, and kill his way to the wicked brother.
He hated it so much, he really hated it...
With only a few cyborg warriors remaining by his side, the silver-haired man has been struggling to hold on until now, trying to restart the self-destruct program within his body again and again.
But each attempt ended in failure because the self-destruct mechanism no longer exists.
At this moment, even the white-haired group guarding the hydrogen bomb in the city were also in dire straits.
The younger siblings beside the white-haired man were frantically fighting off the horde of zombies in front of them.
She herself stood there, trembling, placing her finger on the detonator button and muttering softly to herself.
"Is it over... Are we destined to be defeated after all...?"
If the enemy advances one more step, she will detonate the hydrogen bomb behind her!
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On the hillside far behind.
After Han Shuo left with the wind, the zombie king collapsed on the ground at some point.
He felt death drawing ever closer and closer...
His pure white eyes now faintly revealed black pupils, and fragments of past memories flashed before his eyes.
In these imagined scenes, there are people he knows.
There were Han Shuo, Feng, Wang Zhen... Finally, the image that settled before his eyes was Yue Zongyang's face.
The Yue Zongyang here looks much younger, with a smile on his face, carefully instructing a young man in front of him.
Upon seeing this, the Zombie King burst into hearty laughter towards the sky.
"Hahahaha! Hahahaha..."
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The appearance of dawn on the horizon signifies that the night has finally come to an end.
And the zombie king's life finally came to an end at this moment.
This ending can be considered a complete release for him.
He had some regrets in his life, but he never regretted it!
He slowly closed his eyes, and the last wisp of consciousness quickly dissipated.
And so, the Zombie King died, carrying with him the most beautiful memories of the past...
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