Above Destiny

Chapter 645 In Hell (Thanks to Legendary Orange Cat for the Silver Alliance)
"On the high mountain ridges, flowers are blooming; in the shimmering sky, stars are shining brightly..."

Amidst the swirling dust, the distant sound of children singing drifted over.

Dust floated in the air, and the wind carried the smell of fermenting sheep manure and hay.

Birds swooped down from the branches and landed on the hunched old man's shoulders, singing farewell.

It was like a fleeting dream.

The lambs bleated and licked the old man's palms, waking him from his long slumber. The lush greenery shone brightly in the sunlight.

It was like heaven.

"Your Majesty, it's time for you to go."

The old woman offered fruit and cheese, offering a respectful reminder.

"I……"

The old man stared blankly at everything, wanting to say something, but unable to utter a word.

On the village roads, shepherds and farmers chatted while smoking, and snotty-nosed children played and chased each other, falling to the ground and getting up, their dusty clothes covered in dirt. In the distance, by the river, a mother washing clothes couldn't help but look up and curse angrily.

The tanned young man grinned, revealing a set of white teeth, and waved to the girl picking dates across the crowd. The girl glared at him shyly and angrily, then lowered her head amidst her companions' teasing.

Smoke rose from the slightly dilapidated house, and the air was filled with the aroma of roasting wheat.

The old man gazed at the ordinary world before him, focused and happy, as if he were looking at the most precious treasure in the world.

"you……"

He turned his head stiffly to look at the old woman: "Are you doing well?"

"You should go now, Your Majesty."

The old woman smiled slightly, "We're all free now, please don't worry... Is that what you wanted me to say?"

The old man stood there, stunned.

"But it's all fake."

The old woman's phantom lost its smile, showing no anger or resentment, only calmness. "Your Majesty, we are all dead. When people die, they have nothing left."

"Without consciousness, there is no heaven."

The lamb raised its head and told him, "All that's left is resentment with nowhere to go."

"In a dead world, there is no hell."

The gaunt old ox turned around, staring at the disheveled figure yearning for solace, without a trace of pity: "Hell is where you live."

"Kings……"

The snotty-nosed child tugged at his clothes and looked up with a puzzled expression: "Can't you see our rotting bones?"

The old man stood there, motionless and stiff.

I instinctively reached out, wanting to touch it, but could only pass through the illusion in vain.

The singing birds spread their wings and flew into the blazing red sky.

Thirsty farmers shouldered their hoes and headed towards the burning fields. Coughing up blood, shepherds drove their rotting flocks into the chemically ravaged wilderness.

"Suffering from the epidemic, weeping from hunger and thirst..."

"Withered bones are planted in the desolation, and worms grow from the entrails."

"Ah, ah, the torment is endless, the suffering has no end."

The children continued to sing and dance joyfully, their songs echoing in the absurd dream.

The echoes reverberate in this hell that belongs solely to one person.

Until they too gradually drifted away.

In the darkness, only I remained.

No matter how you call out.

No one looked back again.

Then, he finally understood.

They are all dead.

He died from the thirsting plague, from the claws of his compatriots, from the scorching sky, from his homeland reduced to ashes, and from before his very eyes.

He died by his own hand.

In that instant, he finally heard the call from the mortal world.

again and again.

He opened his eyes.

I saw a blood-red sky that looked just like hell, desolate land and barren earth, with the smell of decay and blood lingering in the wind... Above the sky, beams of destructive light fell, stirring up terrifying waves.

"Father! Father!!"

Those fervent eyes gazed at him, tears welling in their eyes: "It's wonderful, Father, you've finally woken up!"

Unable to contain the joy and happiness that welled up from within, I danced wildly in ecstasy.

"Father, everything is ready, the resurrection is almost complete! Please take control of everything once more and redeem Bai Bang!"

"...Ensur, is that you?"

The White King stared at him blankly, bewildered and exhausted, as if he could no longer recognize the child he had once lifted from the ruins.

He is old, no longer young, and no longer confused.

His face was covered with wrinkles, as if he were older than himself, unable to resist the passage of time.

Only in those eyes did a raging fire burn.

So fervent, so thirsty.

Thus, the White King finally understood what had happened after his death.

"Even you've become like this..."

The priest king murmured in realization, wanting to cry but unable to suppress a hollow laugh that mocked himself, "Haha, hahahaha... So... so even my child will push his kin into hell?!"

"Father, I..."

Ensur stood frozen, wanting to speak, but unable to utter a sound. The White King closed his eyes, reached out, and gently touched his forehead.

Then, Ensul fell backward, his empty face still bearing traces of excitement and fear...

No more sound.

Only a lavishly dressed corpse rolled down the steps of the audience hall and landed at the feet of another person. The newcomer glanced down at him, then coldly stepped over the corpse and continued up the blood-stained steps.

Finally, he looked at the White King, who was torn to pieces and nailed to the giant tree.

Without hesitation, they kowtowed and paid their respects with great ceremony.

Greeting with a smile:
"—Sheikhi, congratulations to my Lord!"

Those smiling faces were filled with sincere joy, without any shadows, yet they also made no attempt to conceal the deep-seated greed and hatred within them.

And so, the answer to everything is now clear.

"Is that so?"

Looking down at that mocking smiling face, the White King couldn't understand: "You actually dare to show your face in front of me?"

"Why not?"

Sheikh calmly stood up, brushed the dust off his knees, and walked step by step into the White King's reach, asking in return, "Now, besides the King, isn't the only person who can save the White Kingdom me?"

"Well, although much has been destroyed in the chaos, from now on, at least the name of Baibang will survive because of Your Majesty... In that case, I should be the one who has done a great service!"

He raised his head, without any shame, and gazed at the White King who was so close to him.

But when the White King raised his hand again, he had already instantly appeared below the steps, full of vigilance, leaving him no chance.

The White King remained silent.

But when I looked up, I looked wearily at the sky.

His raised hand gripped the sword blade tightly against his chest, impaling himself on Shangri-La, refusing to let it spring back, refusing to truly become a wolf...

Sheikh's expression gradually darkened.

That ugly display of futile procrastination is just too much!

"I understand, Your Majesty, I understand."

He sighed softly and said slowly, "After all these years, you're still the same. You always have expectations, don't you? You've always been like this... You have some unrealistic expectations of others, you crave relief, you crave pity, and you always like to place your so-called hopes on others."

Actually, this is for the best...

Sheikh's smile vanished abruptly: "It's time to wake up from your unrealistic dream, Your Majesty. Today, I will serve as your ceremonial officer."

"Let me convey your decree!"

The Scaled Wolf raised its head, turned around, looked at the ruins and dense forest behind it, and solemnly declared:

"—There is one more person who has come to pay homage!"

Silence fell, and the White King froze.

Looking down, he only saw Sheikh's mocking smile: "The person you most want to see—"

boom! ! !
A rumbling sound came from the ruins of the old capital.

Blood flew up into the sky, then fell again.

The roars and howls rose and fell, growing louder as someone roared and slashed through the last obstacle in their path, bursting in!
A bloody storm is brewing!

It was hard to tell whether it was a human or a wild beast, a wolf, or something even more insane and ferocious... Its jet-black fur had been stained crimson with blood.

The flesh was a bloody mess, with gaping, twisted wounds that resembled gaping, thirsty mouths greedily feasting on the carnage.

When it roars to the sky, its deformed face is covered with cracks, exposing its bones and gums.

He was moving forward, staggering, almost losing his balance, yet incredibly fast.

He allowed the broken blade to pierce through his body.

With a swift and sweeping motion, accompanied by claws, he tore through the last obstacle in his path and broke through the layers of barriers that bound him for the audience.

They are willing to risk their lives and are even less concerned about death.

Squandering this power that has been suppressed for so long, to fulfill the promise made by the former high priest and his most trusted guard!
Inayat, if one day...

At this moment, the remaining bloodshot eyes finally lifted, looking at the long-lost lord in front of them, as if smiling, as if shedding tears, without any further wavering.

"Your Majesty, as agreed."

Ni Lin said, "I've come to kill you!"

"Take it down—"

Sheikh sneered and waved his hand. On both sides of the steps, one after another, figures grew wild beast fur, their claws and teeth were ferocious, and they pounced on them.

Immediately afterwards, the body lay on the spot, dismembered!

Roaring with rebellious energy, it charged forward.

Work hard without caring about yourself.

The longsword, riddled with cracks, slashed down, carving a bloody path through the wolf pack once more.

Staggering, running wildly, falling down, getting up again, falling down again, the blade groaning and breaking, then abandon the blade and reveal its claws.

It opened its mouth and tore at the wolf's flesh, ripping apart the heart of its own kind. Unable to stand, it crawled forward, using its hands and feet, being suppressed time and time again. Amidst its roars, it struggled desperately and pounced again.

And then it fell again.

boom!
One by one, the beasts that had been pressed down on the mangled bodies were torn apart by the last remaining claw, but then they were pressed down once again on the steps of the audience.

In the pool of blood, Ni Lin desperately raised his hand, still trying to tear apart the last obstacle in front of him.

Sheikh!
"Ha, you actually managed to kill your way here."

Sheikhi stared in shock, then shook his head with admiration: "I'm truly defeated by you. You can actually... be this stupid!"

boom!
Sheikh casually pulled out a spear and plunged it into his throat, pinning him to the steps. Then he used a second spear, and a third, wedging him into the iron!

Then, I stepped on his face.

Contemptuous trampling.

(End of this chapter)