God of Death's First Love [MTL]

Ch 33

Chapter 33

His brain was in chaos. Although he had tried his best to suppress himself from thinking about it, he still uncontrollably recalled what he had just heard casually.

"General Ye has suffered from old injuries for a long time, and now he has been hit by several arrows. Even if Hua Tuo is reincarnated, he may not be able to recover." 

"In order to capture this dangerous place, General Ye did not hesitate to use his body as bait and fought bloody battles."

" General Ye has been running around for days, and his body has long been overwhelmed. He could have sought stability in the battle of the Western Barbarians, but he seemed to have the idea of ​​victory, and took risks with his body time and time again." He took risks with his body, was hit by several arrows, and was unable to recover.

She has thoughts of death, thoughts of death!

His throat seemed to be choked by something and he couldn't speak. He reached down with trembling hands, unable to believe that she was fighting through such severe pain.

One, two... eight arrows in total.

"Your Majesty!" Someone shouted in surprise.

But he didn't care anymore.

"The Emperor is grieved at the loss of his beloved general, and even the humblest ministers can understand his grief. However, in today's battlefield, there is no room for staying too long..." Someone wanted to persuade him.

Maybe they thought he was acting really well.

His heart was filled with despair, and he ignored the blood on her body that was mixed with mud, and gently picked her up horizontally, seemingly unaware of everything around her.

I thought that conquering the Western Barbarians would be a very satisfying thing.

But now, how can I laugh?

The only person he cared about died; the person he did everything for died; the only person who could share joy with him died fighting for him.

Originally, he didn't believe in fate. He only knew that things depended on human effort, and he was arrogant and arrogant in thinking that everything was under his control.

But the current situation was caused by his own hands. From the moment he planned for her to take the back seat, it was a dead end step by step. He even thought that if it weren't for his strong possessiveness, maybe she would have been married long ago, raising a husband and raising children. Although there was no royal splendor, she was at least safe and smooth.

She happened to be... much more powerful, much tougher, and much braver than he thought.

Her death will not even leave any trace in history. The person who everyone thought died was General Ye Ye Chen. Her name may not be mentioned again in future generations, and no one will mention it except him. No one will be grateful if we miss you.

He was extremely lonely, as if he was the only one left in the world. The boundless panic and oppression almost made him hallucinate.

His cold hand grasped the handle of the knife again, and when he took it out of the sheath, only the cold murderous intent remained.

He used to be cold and ruthless, but he only wanted to achieve his goals. Now he has no heart and only lives for determination.

This determination allowed him to level the Western Barbarians within one month.

He even had a hallucination that he was no longer a human or a ghost. There were probably too many dead souls under the sword. All he saw was a river of blood all day long. Sometimes when the sword was swung, it seemed that the death energy could be seen on the blade.

For no other reason than to kill anyone who hurt her, no matter who he is, General Ximan or the King of Heaven.

He didn't even dare to damage even half of her hair.

After pacifying the Western Barbarians, he stood on a high platform, leaning on the railing, overlooking the land.

Behind him lay an ice jade coffin. At this time, except for the whistling wind, there were only the two of them, and it was very clean.

He gently took her out, let her lean against him, and whispered her name.

"Did you see it?"

Her body was bone-chilling, but not as cold as his heart. His eyes had lost focus when he looked into the distance. He wanted to pretend that she was watching, but found that he could no longer deceive himself.

"This is obviously not what you want... Why didn't you resist me in the first place?"

He murmured to himself. If he had the chance to do it over again, he would never go his own way, but he is very realistic and knows the world better than anyone else. There is no regret medicine.

No, no, no, no... She actually resisted. There was one seemingly peaceful night when she touched all his thoughts with one word, but he didn't pay attention and thought she was just playing tricks.

Rather than saying that the seemingly gentle and obedient woman has such a generous and heroic side, it is better to say that she fell in love with him under his temptation step by step, so she had to be virtuous and take a back seat.

"Back then, when I was young and full of energy, I thought the country was everything, but now I feel that this world is so boring." He forced a faint smile and scratched the bridge of her nose, pretending to be the same as when he was young, but the corners of his mouth were much tighter. A bit bitter.

There was still no response.

There was no reply, no sound, the noise of the wind had nothing to do with him, and the smell of blood on the shirt seemed to have not been washed away.

Can not go back.

He didn't know how long he held her. It was so long that his whole body became cold and numb, and everything in front of him became distant.

"Your revenge is not over yet."

He slowly stood on the edge of the railing, never so desperate.

The Western Barbarian soldiers were the direct murderers, but he.

His parents are dead, and now he is the only one left among all the children who are connected by blood. Her death severed his last connection with the world.

Suddenly, he seemed to hear a mocking chuckle mixed with the wind in his ears.

"Who?" He frowned.

No outsiders are allowed to enter this place.

But he couldn't feel any breath, and he seemed to be in a dream, with an ethereal and absurd feeling, like an illusion. He had entered a state of madness again, and except for her, he was insensitive to everything in the outside world. He couldn't tell whether it was reality or an illusion for a while.

"It's so rare to see a living dead person."

It was a black shadow, like a mysterious man wearing a mocking black and white mask. I didn't know whether the words were praise or criticism, but he was very interested in him.

"Get out." He looked downcast.

"Because your deep obsession awakens me, I don't care about your presumptuousness." The black shadow stopped quietly in front of him, three stories high in the air, without a trace of human breath on it, "A living person There is an aura of death in a person, which I have never seen before."

"Who are you?"

"No, it's a god." The black shadow came closer. Sure enough, half of the body was blurry, as if the air had become water waves, rippling, "You will be too."

"What do you mean."

"You seem to have a wish that is difficult to achieve. After all, human power is very limited." The black shadow's words became more and more confusing, and the exaggerated mask seemed to have changed into a more incomprehensible expression, "Give you the power of God, and at the same time take away your most precious thing. What do you choose - or throw yourself into reincarnation and forget your past life, which one do you choose?"

"The power of God..." He hesitated for a moment, then sneered, "Is God omnipotent?" "

It is not omnipotent, but God comes from his obsession. Life, the stronger the obsession, the stronger the divine power. Whether you can achieve your wish depends on how sincere you are, and the divine power you awaken will also be related to your obsession." "So, will you agree?"