Zither Emperor Chapter 843 Chapter 269 The Death of a Famous General Part 1

843: Chapter 269: The Death of a Famous General (Part 1) 843: Chapter 269: The Death of a Famous General (Part 1) Suddenly, Guti moved.

His iron-like right fist thundered out, but not toward Qin City.

Tiger King Jo Cole’s body suddenly stiffened, struggling to lower his head and look at the bloody arm on his chest, “Why, why?” He never imagined that Guti would suddenly strike him.

The area around Jo Cole’s heart had been pletely pierced; he couldn’t muster any strength anymore.

Guti gave a bitter smile, “Brother, you go first, wait for me underground.

He was right, we should not let our clansmen die for our desires, and I especially do not wish to see the Beastman Clan march toward destruction.”

With a fierce withdrawal of his palm, blood spurted wildly from Jo Cole’s chest, splashing all over Guti’s face.

Jo Cole’s robust body fell to the ground with a thud, never to rise again.

Surprisingly, not a single one of the White Tiger Legion stepped forward.

The oppressive aura generated by the nine Divine Beasts and the majestic body of the Amethyst Behemoth, told these elite warriors of the two big tribes of Beastmen what kind of enemy they were facing.

Moreover, there was the Zither Emperor’s Aircraft Carrier Battle Group in the sky.

Guti’s gaze turned toward Zi, “It seems I was truly wrong.

But, I do not regret it.

If I had to choose again, perhaps I would still do the same.

Emperor Zi, I hope the death of Jo Cole and myself can prompt you to spare our clansmen.

From now on, the Thunder God Tribe and the War God Tribe surrender to you.

If I have a soul, then, I hope to see you lead the Beastmen to truly bee strong.

Then, my loss wouldn’t be in vain.

I am Guti, Lion King Guti, Thunder God Guti, and only I can kill myself, haha, hahaha…”

Boom—

A massive Douqi suddenly surged, and a blood-colored beam burst forth from Guti’s chest, his Douqi shattering all of his organs.

The towering body wobbled there, the gleam in his ferocious eyes gradually dimming, slowly tipping backwards, as if it took centuries for it to fall, his body finally crashing down into the dust.

An amethyst flash, Zi arrived beside Guti, looking at his still wide-open eyes and lifeless body, the cold light in Zi’s eyes gradually faded.

“Guti, I will not kill your clansmen, and I too hope your soul can watch how I lead our clansmen towards strength.

Soon, humans will start to trade with us on equal terms, and the life of Beastmen will get richer and richer.

All of this, you could not bring to our clansmen, but I can.”

For some reason, perhaps Guti’s soul really heard Zi’s words, his eyes slowly closed, the harsh madness gradually disappearing, and even a trace of peace appeared on his bloodless face.

“What are you all waiting for?” Santos roared to the sky at the Golden Legion and the White Tiger Legion.

The eight Divine Beasts other than Zi released their most powerful auras without any reservation.

Like pushing a mountain of gold and toppling a pillar of jade, the Lion Men of the Golden Legion and the Tiger People of the White Tiger Legion kneeled like a tidal wave.

“Greetings to His Highness Emperor Zi, wele back His Highness Emperor Zi.”

In the Beastman Clan, only the strong have a say.

Guti was dead, Jo Cole was dead.

Facing the powerful Amethyst Legion, the remnants of the two big tribes of the Beastman Clan chose to surrender.

They had no other choice.

Zi, leading the Amethyst Legion, Golden Legion, and White Tiger Legion, headed to Thor Hammer Fort to clean up the remnants, ordering the Beastman soldiers to clear the battlefield.

Meanwhile, Ye Yinzhu had dropped from the sky, landing on the battlements of Holy Light City, supporting the staggering Marshal Martin.

Nine amethyst lights flickered simultaneously, each stabbing into one of Martin’s nine meridians, the gentle Original Force flowing softly through the Zi Zhu Magic Needle into Martin’s body, stimulating his life force.

The last stone in Martin’s heart finally settled as his body gently collapsed into Ye Yinzhu’s arms, and with Guti and Jo Cole dead and the two big tribes of Beastman surrendered, the fighting spirit supporting him slowly dissipated.

The marshal’s body became very soft, all his muscles losing strength; his bloodless, aged face showed a faint smile, and the continuous Original Force Ye Yinzhu was feeding into him could not revive his strength.

“Yin Zhu, you finally came back,” Martin said, gazing into Ye Yinzhu’s concerned eyes.

Ye Yinzhu bowed her head, feeling Martin’s life force rapidly draining away, the green light twinkling on her wrist as Green Silk directly wrapped around Martin.

Under the impetus of his Original Force, a continuous stream of life force was transferred into the marshal’s body.

“Don’t waste your Douqi.

It’s useless.

I am well aware of my condition.

An hour ago, my body was already at its limit, but it was the last bit of hope and reluctance in my heart that kept me going until now, Yin Zhu.

I am content to die in your arms.

We succeeded, you have preserved Qin City, and I have fulfilled my promise to you by holding Holy Light City before you returned.”

“Marshal, please rest for a while.

You will get better.

I will definitely heal you,” Yin Zhu once had many releases from Martin, but at this moment, all he felt was moved and respectful.

This old marshal had devoted his life to Milan.

The glory of the Zi Luolan Family in the Milan Empire was exchanged for their lives by him and his brother Matlachi!

Martin struggled to shake his head, “Where is Oliveira?

Can I see him one last time?”

“Grandfather.” A figure came to Yin Zhu’s side like lightning and knelt down in front of Martin.

It was Oliveira.

Oliveira’s eyes were red, and his tightly clenched fists had turned pale.

In the Zither Emperor’s Aircraft Carrier, using the Full-Scale Monitoring Control System, he saw Matlachi lying on the ground and also saw Martin.

He almost flew down on his giant dragon without any pause.

“Good, good, I am content to see you for the last time,” Martin said with relief as he looked at Oliveira, “Don’t cry.

The Zi Luolan Family, no man cries.”

“Grandfather, I won’t cry, I won’t cry.” Oliveira’s heart was overwhelmed with grief like a mountain torrent bursting.

He said he wouldn’t cry, but tears uncontrollably poured from his eyes.

He frantically wiped his face, not wanting his grandfather to see it.

Martin’s gradually dimming gaze moved from Yin Zhu to Oliveira, “I think, you both understand that I had Oliveira leave the family and join Qin City to leave a way out for the family and also hoping the family could bee stronger in the future.

But now, I must change my mind.

Because in the Zi Luolan Family, only Oliveira remains as a male.

Yin Zhu, would you allow Oliveira to return to my family?”

Oliveira’s body stiffened suddenly, “Grandfather, what are you saying?

My elder brother and second brother, they…”

Martin gently nodded, a trace of pride on his face, “Yes, they sacrificed their precious lives for the Empire, for the family.

They are the pride of the family and the pride of the Empire.

I am proud of them.”

The Zi Luolan Family, the premier family of the Milan Empire, now only had Oliveira as a male descendant.

This loyal and brave family had given their all for the Milan Empire.

“Of course I am willing.

The title of the Zi Luolan Family will forever be Brother Oliveira’s glory.”

Martin seemed to sigh with relief, his eyes sparkling with the robust life force from Green Silk, “I thank His Excellency, the Zither Emperor, for his blessing.

Oliveira.”

“Grandfather.” Oliveira looked at his grandfather, tears preventing him from speaking.

Martin struggled to pull an oval token from his bosom.

The token was entirely in dazzling gold, carved with a stunning violet flower.

A rich magical aura flowed within it, and if one looked closely, they could see that this small token was intermixed with dozens of rare metals, and it contained up to ten magic arrays.

Even a master from the Dwarf race would find it difficult to achieve such craftsmanship.

“This token represents the Clan Leader.

From now on, I permit you in the name of the Clan Leader to return to the Zi Luolan Family and to inherit the position of head of the Zi Luolan Family, as well as my hereditary ducal title.”

“Grandfather—” Oliveira cried out in grief, thumping his head on the ground three times.

His eyesight blurred as he solemnly extended both hands and took the token that represented the highest position in the Zi Luolan Family.

“Silly boy, didn’t I tell you not to cry?

Grandfather has been fighting in this Holy Light City his entire life, and until the day I die, Holy Light City has never been breached by the Beastman Clan.

I have no regrets in this life.

Our enemies, the Thunder God Tribe and the War God Tribe, have been disbanded.

Guti and Jokol have also been taken down.

You should be happy.

Didn’t I teach you from a young age that the best end for a man of the Zi Luolan Family is to die on the battlefield?

Have you forgotten?”

The tears in Oliveira’s eyes gradually disappeared as he looked into his grandfather’s eyes, “Grandfather, rest assured, I will lead our family to always protect Milan and make our family more prosperous.”

Hearing this, Martin immediately perked up, exclaiming heartily, “Good!

That’s my grandson, Martin.

Oliveira, help me up.”

Oliveira took his grandfather from Yin Zhu’s arms and helped Martin stand.

(To be continued.

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