The chest heaved violently, each breath felt extraordinarily heavy.
Inside, the Blood King connected to the Final Giant Beast felt the pain transmitted from the beast, clenching its jaws.
A raspy growl squeezed out from its throat, pupils contracting fiercely.
Anger burned deep in its heart.
It kept controlling the heart of the Final Giant Beast, pumping the last violent Qi-Blood, trying to make this broken body stand again.
But the end of gathering strength was suddenly a point of weakness.
"I am... the Blood King... how could I..."
The Blood King let out a roar of unwillingness and anger.
Recalling the past.
It controlled the Final Giant Beast to tear mountains apart, devour cities, countless beings howled beneath its feet.
At that ti, it was the supre top predator, standing at the apex of the food chain, a natural disaster.
But now, it was like a dying wild beast, crawling on the ground, only able to wait for the mont life ends.
Humiliation!
Teeth clenched tight, still struggling, golden blood oozing from the corners of its mouth.
It was unwilling!
How could it be willing!
Just a few days ago, it was about to embark on a new journey of glory, leading its tribe in a new cross-realm war.
It should have ruled the new world, making everything tremble under its suppression.
But now it was to die on its ho world, killed by invaders in a humiliating stance.
Pupils twist with extre anger, through the eyes of the Final Giant Beast, it glared furiously at the invaders nearby.
Feeling life's energy fading within, the Blood King struggled to lift a claw, even if it could rip apart one enemy in the end.
But its muscles had long since collapsed, unable even to move a single knuckle, only able to hang powerlessly on the ground.
Despair and anger intertwined in its heart.
Breath grew weak, vision gradually engulfed by darkness.
In life's final monts, countless images floated in its mind.
Back then, the body of the end was not fully mature, but it could already tear mountains apart with bare hands.
The Spirit Breath Clan's people kneeled on both sides of the rift, chanting surged like a tide.
The War Sacrifice placed the crown symbolizing kingly authority upon its head... .
The vision of its right eye began to blur, the Blood King used its remaining left eye to gaze at the darkening sky.
The clouds in dusk resembled the eventide on its coronation day.
Then, it was filled with ambition, determined to lead the Spirit Breath Clan to rise, becoming a super force across multiple worlds.
Still rembering the first expedition as a throne, the world composed of light tried to block its steps, yet was easily torn apart by it.
Countless beautiful images flashed by... but now, it could not even lift an arm.
The proud self-healing ability was completely suppressed by so Rule-level Power.
The golden blood within the Final Giant Beast, once its trophy refined from thousands of devoured life genes, now gushed from wounds like cheap sewage.
More unbearable than death was the gaze of those ants.
They encircled it, eyes filled not with reverence, but disdain.
As if it were a livestock awaiting slaughter.
These lowly invaders dared to humiliate it so.
Anger roared in its heart, it tried to activate the biological lting Furnace again, even if to self-destruct.
But silence was all that responded.
The self-destruct organ that could once tear space now seed like cold lava, unable to squeeze out even a trace of Energy.
In life's final monts.
In a trance, it seed to see that day's dusk once more.
It stood atop the World Summit, beneath it were billions of submissive beings, ahead was the endless journey.
The War Sacrifice said the Spirit Breath Clan would follow it until the end of ti, its na would be engraved on the foundation of billions of worlds... .
The focus of its left eye began to scatter, the world twisted and deford in its blurred vision, like a canvas about to Shattering.
Just then, a familiar voice sounded beside its ears.
"Throne, hold on."
Then a surge of Strength seeped into its body, instantly its body began to absorb like a starving beast.
Opening its eyes, it found five familiar silhouettes had appeared beside it.
Their bodies were in shambles, coated in blood, shells fragnted in many places, tendrils broken, golden blood trailing long marks behind them.
"You all..."
The Blood King squeezed out a raspy voice, filled with shock and doubt, along with heartache.
The leading War Sacrifice's half body was already carbonized, yet still pressed a palm on the heart position of the Final Giant Beast, blood and flesh squirming, resonating with the body of end under its Control, continuously injecting its life force.
Life force road inside, muscle fibers reconnected, bones creaked under unbearable strain.
The compound eyes of the Final Giant Beast lit up again, but this ti, it saw not the battlefield and invaders, but five clan mbers already at their limits.
"Throne, we arrived late." The War Sacrifice's voice was calm, yet the eyes couldn't hide the unwillingness.
"Go!" Blood Map growled, its body began to break down, flesh transforming into pure Energy, continuing to nd the wounds of the Final Giant Beast.
"I'll stay behind."
The blackened Player Corps surged like tides, shouting and footsteps, dense Elental bombardnt fell, cutting through the sky and striking.
One War Sacrifice decisively disintegrated part of its body, using flesh and blood to prop up an invincible barrier overhead.
"I will with you..."
Before the words finished, Blood Worm charged forward, shells peeling off piece by piece during the charge, exposing the boiling biological core inside.
Boom!
Three War Sacrifices resolutely helped it up, rushing towards the breakout opening Blood Worm tore.
Only Blood Map remained, turning to look at the surrounding players, body lighting up with the biological core.
"Throne... you must survive." A hint of release surfaced on Blood Map's face, then without hesitation detonated its broken body.
The Blood King's eyes instantly turned red.
It wanted to turn back.
It wanted to fight.
Just then, a voice sounded beside its ear:
"Throne, the Spirit Breath Clan's rise is destined to be winding, several tis near extinction yet barely passing through each new era, the future will continue forward, our end has arrived, but yours and the Spirit Breath Clan's future, remains to unfold."
After the words, another War Sacrifice lunged forward, turning into dazzling light in the Blood King's eyes.
After breaking through for a stretch, blood-colored ropes densely attacked.
Then was the fourth War Sacrifice self-destructing the way open.
Only the last War Sacrifice charged towards the breakthrough created by the explosion, leading it out of the player's encirclent.
At that mont, Damage-bearing Stream Players ford in front struck back to kill.
"Throne."
The last War Sacrifice, having exhausted its Strength, trembled as it tore open its chest, extracting a pulsing golden heart.
"Eat it... and live."
The Blood King wanted to refuse, wanted to roar, wanted to drag its broken body to fight back into the enemy ranks.
But the Priest's palm had already pressed against its mouth.
The heart turned into a warm current, flowing into its throat, instantly igniting the nearly exhausted Life Fire of the Final Giant Beast.
Roar!
The War Sacrifice erupted with its last Strength within, strenuously casting it towards its own corps.
In mid-air, the Blood King glanced back, the War Sacrifice with a broken body leaped high, shielding the dense backing Elental bombardnt.
The War Sacrifice, no longer able to speak, looked up toward it, moving its lips:
"It's truly a pity... never again to stand on the ruins of a city, watching the sunrise of a new world with you."
User Comments
0 comments from readers