Above Destiny

Chapter 646 Waiting
"To be honest, from the very beginning, I couldn't stand you..."

Sheikh looked down, expressionless: "He does nothing, yet acts like he's the only one who's awake!"

They keep denouncing me as a traitor, as if I've done all sorts of bad things..."

"When I was utterly wicked and unscrupulous, wasn't it you who did nothing? When the situation collapsed, weren't you useless cowards who stood by and did nothing?"

"Please tell me, Lord Ni Lin, what exactly have you done?"

"I did nothing, yet I'm the most innocent one. And what the hell am I anyway!"

Sheikhi roared, raising his hand and pointing at the Kingdom of the Forest: "Look at this! Is this merely the evil I have committed alone? This is clearly the result of your long, desperate struggle!"

"Am I the only one who personally destroyed the White State?!"

He turned around, staring coldly at the exhausted White King, and finally questioned, "Isn't it Your Majesty, who has been so indecisive and hesitant, who has caused all of this to happen today?!"

"Enough, Sheikhri—"

Just as the final blade was about to strike, the White King closed his eyes.

He said, "Let him go."

And so, the blade stopped right in front of Reverse Scale.

Then, inch by inch, it was lifted up...

Sheikh smiled silently and raised his head.

But Ni Lin felt as if he had fallen into an ice cave. He widened his remaining eyes and looked at the priest king's raised hand, gripping the hilt of the sword in front of his chest.

Slowly, pull it out.

Reverse Scales stood stiff and motionless, only blood-red tears streaming down their faces.

"Your Majesty! Your Majesty!!!"

The White King remained silent and drew his sword.

The final shackles have been completely removed.

The blade, which had grown into flesh and bone, was pulled out inch by inch, making a sharp sound like steel rubbing against steel. Then, a faint sound of growth came from the shattered and withered body.

Endless offerings fell from the branches of the giant tree, turning into blood-red light that meandered and wrapped around the remains of the priest king. The blood-red thorns formed from the oath of wolf blood acted like fine stitches, mending the shattered body anew.

It seeps into the bone marrow and the soul.

Once again, a hoarse howl echoed through the vast forest kingdom.

A blood-red crown grew out of the thorns and pierced the skull.

"This is what you want, isn't it?"

The last remnant of human features slowly rose, devoid of sorrow or joy, and said, "After I die, you can take whatever you want... I suppose you should have made adequate preparations."

Sheikh smiled calmly and waved his hand dismissively, "Your Majesty flatters me."

At this moment, the traitor and the White King were close at hand, within reach.

It was just like the scene when a subject once offered a plan to save the country to the priest king, but unfortunately, it could no longer move Sheikhi or make him nervous.

He dismissively stepped aside, inviting the White King to embark on this destined path as soon as possible.

But the White King stopped, turned back one last time, looked at him, and told him, "Actually, I knew back then that so-called advice was for his own benefit..."

For a moment, Sheikh froze.

She involuntarily looked up at him.

"It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all. No matter what the motives are, as long as it can maintain Baibang, I'll do whatever it takes... even if it means living like a dog, it doesn't matter."

The White King withdrew his gaze, "Even if it's just clinging to life..."

Death is worse than life; of all the hardships in the world, death is the most terrifying. As long as more people can continue to live, it doesn't matter if there's no future or hope...

"Absolutely stupid!"

Sheikh's expression twitched for a moment, unable to contain his anger.

The dignified priest king went to great lengths, pretending to be a wolf to intimidate everyone, but in the end, he was nothing more than a snarling, barking old guard dog...

To delay even by just one day...

He didn't hesitate to hang his own corpse in front of the door!
"If you can't do it yourself, why don't you step down and hand it over to someone more capable?" Sheikhi questioned. "If you can't do it, why can't you give it to me?"

The White King remained silent, simply descending the steps one by one, stepping over the viscous blood.

Finally, it stopped beside Ni Lin.

"Thank you for coming to kill me, Inayat."

He reached out and pulled the shackles off Reverse Scale, then smiled one last time: "You kept your promise, from beginning to end, without wavering..."

On the contrary, it was I who disappointed you.

He continued forward, behind him came shouts and cries of defiance.

The priest never looked back.

Step by step forward, with each step, the traces of being born human fade away a little, and the hunger in the soul, along with the boiling of wolf blood, endlessly resurfaces.

He finally embarked on this dead end once again.

Beneath the blood-red sky, under the watchful gaze of countless cold stars, it walks step by step toward its own destruction.

When he looked up again, he saw—wolf eyes like the sun and moon, a blazing light as if the universe were being torn apart, a cruel confinement like a cage, and a distant, desolate view that seemed to have sealed his destiny…

Above the heavens, the struggle between Tianyuan and the wolves has already begun.

The cruel light of the white deer flashed and disappeared, clashing left and right time and time again. Amidst the howls of the wolf in his heart and the wolf in the mountain, the demonic forces of Blood Eye and Decaying Wind also appeared.

The entire sky above the forest kingdom had long since become a battlefield, with blood raining down relentlessly.

Federation, Empire, Wilderness, Wolf Pack, Wulou Temple, Blood Eye, Insect... They may confront each other head-on or take advantage of the chaos to fight each other, or they may observe from the sidelines and watch the situation unfold.

The unseen vortex overlapped with the visible vortex, becoming a chaotic mass. They were waiting, and they were waiting too.

Awaiting the true birth of the third wolf fiend...

The gazes directed at him at that moment were filled with either hatred or joy, but all were also brimming with a wolf-like hunger and greed.

Waiting for the third wolf to truly complete its transformation!

"Hey, hehe, hahahahaha..."

The white king hunched over, bent over, and couldn't help but laugh, mocking himself: "In the end, I had no choice."

All those years of futile struggle.

They groveled, became slaves to everyone, abandoned their insignificant dignity, their worthless shame, everything, even their lives…

But all I could get in return was a choice!

He had no choice.

There was never a choice.

Federation, Empire, Wolf Clan, even Wasteland... everyone was pushing him forward, but when he looked back, he realized that among so many choices, there was actually no way to go.

"What crime has Bai Bang committed to deserve such a fate!"

His hoarse roar reached towards the heavens: "What crime has the Central Plains committed to deserve such torment?!"

That face, gradually deformed into that of a wolf, twitched, and with all its might, questioned them:

"After all these years... no matter how much debt or sin I've committed, shouldn't I have paid it all off by now?!"

No one responded.

Nobody cares.

The wolf blood silently transformed, gradually eroding the flesh and completely twisting the soul, leaving only a winding line of blood tears dripping onto the parched wasteland.

Tick-tock, tick-tock, tick-tock...

Flames ignited amidst blood and tears, spreading rapidly and engulfing the entire forest kingdom, igniting the dark, dense woods as well.

From the burning dense forest came hoarse laughter, maniacal roars, and heart-wrenching cries.

Even the low, mournful sound of bells...

"Then let's go!!!"

The priest king's hysterical laughter completely liberated him from the final shackles, and the rotting skeleton of the hanging wolf emerged step by step from the burning forest.

No more worries.

Those who overestimate their abilities are soaring into the sky!

At least, we can still fight one more battle...

boom! ! !
"here we go?!"

Outside the Forest Kingdom, at the Federation's frontline base, two middle-aged men on deck chairs straightened up, their eyes widening as they gazed at the turbulent, crimson sky.

Blood poured down like a torrential rain.

The wolf with its skeletal bones and hanging bells soared into the sky, baring its claws and fangs. In its frenzy, it charged and killed indiscriminately, without regard for friend or foe... The struggle between the celestial beings and humans stirred up a frenzy, making it difficult to even see clearly.

All one could feel was the bone-chilling cold emanating from the raging waves...

Just listening felt like having a thorn in my side.

Liver and gallbladder split!

In the deathly silence, Ande and Aneng exchanged a silent glance, looked at each other's condition, and sighed without a sound... One was missing two arms, and the other was missing a leg; they could only watch helplessly.

"Where is A-Ning?"

An Neng asked, "Is there still no news?"

"...If I didn't see it, I'm afraid I won't have time to escape."

Andrew smoked a cigarette and said in a low voice, "But that kid is so tough, he might not be in any trouble. With the old man around, he might just bring him back along."

An Neng remained silent.

The Forest Kingdom is now a battlefield that even the head of the An family would risk his life to enter. Who can say for sure whether it's life or death?

There are countless people watching from inside and outside.

What has already occurred may not be all that has happened. The current chaos can hardly be called chaos at all. Who knows how chaotic it will become when the real changes and distinctions are revealed!

When the time comes, those who reveal their true intentions, those who try to profit from the chaos, and those who try to take advantage of the situation will all be thrown into disarray, and I'm afraid most of the White Kingdom will be reduced to rubble!

Now, just as the two were about to speak, their faces froze, their bodies stiffened, and they turned deathly pale.

Finally, they sensed the terrifying aura slowly approaching from afar, beneath the scarlet sky, like a storm... making no attempt to conceal its presence, nor bothering with pretense or keeping a low profile.

In the crimson storm, countless deaths fell like black snowflakes.

They drew ever closer to the kingdom of the forest.

Its mere existence has torn apart all obstacles.

They marched in brazenly and without restraint.

When the two turned around stiffly, they saw a skinny, sickly old horse, seemingly unwilling, carrying an equally skinny, withered old man, shuffling forward step by step.

The old man dragged a long spear covered in scratches and cracks in his hand, and as he took two steps forward, it scraped against the ground with a loud clanging sound.

The horse swayed and rocked.

With his messy beard, bald head, and lifeless appearance, one could easily worry that he might die right there at any moment.

Or... I might die right here in the next instant!
The number one person in the world!
The endless wars and struggles in the Central Plains have given rise to a madman, a butcher who kills indiscriminately, making one wonder how he has not yet fallen into the great group of dragons of mad slaughter!

——【Master of War】!
(End of this chapter)