High Martial Arts: A Cataclysmic Beast? I am the only Beast Tamer!

Chapter 238 The Death of Xiahou 1! That boy from the Purple Star...

above the sky.

Lu Yu stood silently for a very long time, gazing at the Empress.

finally.

He held back and did not tell the Empress this cruel truth right now.

For Lu Yu and the Empress at this point in time.

Those things are still too far away, too heavy and suffocating.

"His Majesty."

Xiahou Yi's voice rang out again.

It's just compared to before.

The voice had become far too weak and low.

just like……

It came from the mouth of an elderly man, halfway to the grave.

It sounded hoarse and utterly powerless.

obviously.

Xiahou Yi's life is about to truly come to an end...

"I am here."

And the Empress.

For once, his tone softened, no longer so cold and authoritative.

It is precisely these two simple words.

The almost extinguished will-o'-the-wisp flickered a few times again, as if in a final burst of life.

"This humble subject has one last question."

Why...?

"It's him?"

Xiahou finished speaking.

at the same time.

Lu Yu also sensed a gaze silently watching him from within that ball of ghostly fire.

obviously.

The "he" Xiahou Yi was referring to was himself.

Why?

Upon hearing this, the Empress softly repeated the sentence.

then.

She paused for a moment, then slowly began to speak:

"because……"

"He's special enough, just as special as you were back then."

This statement came out.

Countless people saw it.

Within the will-o'-the-wisp, a soul, almost transparent in its ethereal form, revealed a radiant and satisfied smile on Xiahou Yi's face.

"His Majesty……"

He murmured another sentence softly.

In just two words, the title is used.

now.

It was filled with countless emotions...

"call--"

last of the last.

Countless people heard it.

A long exhale echoed from within the will-o'-the-wisps.

then.

Despite being extremely weak, like an old man, Xiahou Yi suddenly unleashed a heavy and powerful roar like thunder:

"Lu Yu!"

"Keep going, keep going!"

"With His Majesty, we will continue on and on!"

"In the future..."

"Kill countless beings like me, kill countless gods stronger than me, kill all enemies who stand in your way and His Majesty's!"

"cough……"

"Please be sure to..."

"Keep going—"

Xiahou Yi's sudden shout startled everyone.

Even Lu Yu.

They were all slightly stunned at that moment.

And the next moment.

Under the watchful eyes of countless people.

The will-o'-the-wisp in front of the Empress.

wow——

After uttering that final scream.

It's off!

That's how it was...

It was as if a bucket of water had been poured down from the void, extinguishing everything instantly!

above the sky.

Not even the slightest trace of flame could be seen.

It's as if...

From beginning to end.

That will-o'-the-wisp never came, it never existed!

"this……"

Countless people were stunned and bewildered at this moment.

Countless gazes stared blankly at the empty void above the sky.

"Xia Houyi..."

"He died just like that?"

Some people felt dazed and subconsciously asked follow-up questions.

But the words had barely left his mouth.

next moment.

Om-!

Buzzing—!

Above Canglan City.

In the void.

Suddenly, bursts of dazzling light shone forth.

That is……

Countless scenes!

That is……

After Xiahou Yi's soul was obliterated, fragments of his memories remained between heaven and earth!

……

Purple Star.

A small town.

The young man awakens to an unprecedented profession: necromancer.

"A profession where all you can do is mess with corpses?"

"Ugh~ How disgusting!"

"..."

Countless insults and discrimination.

A gaunt boy from the slum huddled in a foul-smelling sewer, hugging his knees helplessly, his eyes blank and lost.

……

"Your Majesty the Empress!"

"Oh My God!"

"What merit do we, a small county, possess to have attracted Her Majesty the Empress to come in person?"

"What?!"

"Did His Majesty come for that good-for-nothing boy?"

"But isn't his job to handle corpses or something?"

"..."

……

Purple Star.

Holy City.

Tens of millions of people gathered.

The Empress's voice slowly drifted from the heavens.

"Effective immediately—"

"In the name of myself, the Empress, I hereby bestow upon Xiahou Yi the title of Holy Son of the Human Race!"

"To see Xiahou Yi is to see me!"

"He is the future hope of the Purple Star human race in the fight against the behemoth calamity!"

The center of the holy city.

On the altar.

The boy, dressed in a black robe, clenched his fists tightly, tears welling in his eyes.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty..."

The boy called out softly, one call after another.

until...

Under the gaze of tens of millions of people.

The Empress herself placed the crown on his head, symbolizing the Holy Son of Humanity!

……

Purple Star.

Xiahou City.

This is a city that the Empress specifically named after Xiahou Yi.

But on this day...

In a secret room in Xiahou City.

The young man, dressed in a black robe, knelt quietly before a portrait of an empress.

His pale face was streaked with tears of despair.

"Your Majesty, I cannot do it..."

"I can't do it, I just can't..."

The boy cried out repeatedly.

His path, his future, is cut off!

The necromancer who once commanded an army single-handedly, even now that he has broken through to the god level, can only contract with undead below the saint level!

"I'm ruined, ruined..."

"Your Majesty, I'm so sorry, so sorry..."

The boy called out softly again and again.

then.

I don't know how much time has passed.

In front of the portrait of the Empress.

The kneeling boy in black robes was no longer breathing.

He severed his own lifeline and cut off his own chance of survival!

The boy spent his entire life dealing with the spirits and corpses.

And ultimately.

He himself became a cold, lifeless corpse.

just.

On his already cold face, clear tear tracks could still be seen.

……

abyss.

It was dark and oppressive.

The boy suddenly opened his eyes.

"I'm alive?"

……

abyss.

Ahead of the dead.

The boy was struck dumb, his face turning pale.

"No, that's impossible!"

"How could the Holy City have fallen? How could His Majesty have perished?"

"Even the Purple Star cannot be shattered!"

"Impossible! Your memories are all fake, fake!"

……

above the sky.

Scenes of memory flashed by like a slideshow.

finally.

All these countless images converge into the final thousands upon thousands of sentences—

"His Majesty!"

"His Majesty……"

"..."

This moment.

Billions of people remained silent!

Until this moment.

Everyone finally understood.

Why was it that this young man from the Purple Star, this god-level necromancer, couldn't let go of His Majesty the Empress until the very moment of his death...?

And then...

Just when countless people thought that everything was over and the dust had settled.

Swah——

Countless scenes of memory converged as if guided by some unseen force.

These images.

Like small blocks of color, they are pieced together.

finally.

Piecing together a portrait that feels both familiar and unfamiliar to everyone!

That is……

A stunningly beautiful empress!

And then...

hum-