Chapter 1180 – The Death of Black Robe (1/2)
Chapter 1180 – The Death of Black Robe
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
A smile of self-mockery appeared on Wang Zhice's lips, a hint of sorrow in his eyes.
On the night that Xuelao City had been broken, right after the threat of an invasion from the Sacred Light Continent had been resolved, he was now confronting an assault from four of humanity's Divine Domain experts.
”In Sir's view, this is probably a very sad affair, and so it is for me.”
Chen Changsheng continued, ”I have read Sir's notebook, and read many books about Sir. I truly hoped that I would not see Sir tonight, as only this way could you still remain a legend in my heart.”
Wang Zhice released Black Robe's hands and walked down the steps. Calmly regarding the crowd, he said, ”My apologies.”
A voice suddenly broke the tension.
”I say… Can everybody just be a little bit more respectful to me? This is my home.”
The Demon Lord took two steps forward and said, ”Shouldn't I be the tragic hero tonight?”
Tang Thirty-Six thought of those letters and smiled. ”Tragedies often originate from the ugly. You're still young and can't be considered ugly.”
”I'll take that as a compliment.”
After earnestly replying to Tang Thirty-Six, the Demon Lord turned to Black Robe and affectionately asked, ”Are you truly intending to leave with this man?”
Black Robe slightly lowered her head as a miserable smile appeared on her face. Although her complexion was still that bizarre green, it still had a bewitching beauty.
The Demon Lord's eyes suddenly blazed. ”I will not let you leave!”
Wind suddenly stirred. Without even seeming to move, Wang Zhice appeared back on the steps, his hand clasped around the Demon Lord's throat.
A magical artifact dropped to the Demon Lord's feet, shattering into powder.
He had been aiming this demon artifact at Black Robe just now, but before he could strike, Wang Zhice had seized him.
The Demon Lord's face was red and he almost couldn't breathe, but he was madly laughing.
Wang Zhice slowly released his hand, his complexion paling.
Black Robe toppled to the floor, already dead.
An ordinary sword had run through her body, destroying her Ethereal Palace.
A blue-clothed man gripped the sword.
This man had been concealed in the Demon Lord's shadow this entire time, waiting for the chance presented just now to suddenly strike.
Even though he had the Demon Lord's help, even though Wang Zhice's attention was focused on Wang Po and the others, it was no easy feat to kill someone in front of Wang Zhice. The blue-clothed man was certainly no ordinary assassin.
He was the world's number one assassin, Liu Qing.
Chen Changsheng and Wang Po glanced at each other.
All three of the people from Xunyang City's storm were present.
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Just like that, Black Robe died.
Wang Zhice quietly stood in front of her, lost in thought.
In the end, he did nothing.
He hugged Black Robe's corpse and walked out of the Demon Hall, quickly vanishing from sight.
Tang Thirty-Six said to the Demon Lord, ”Thanks.”
The Demon Lord replied, ”I said that I loved her. I can't share a birthday with her, so at least I can share a deathday.”
Tang Thirty-Six said, ”I can't stand you all.”
The Demon Lord faintly smiled. ”You won't have to in the future. Goodbye.”
Chen Changsheng sincerely said, ”Have a good journey.”
Tang Thirty-Six struggled out of his wheelchair and said, ”Take care.”
Walking into the dark demon flames, the Demon Lord's body gradually returned to the void.
At the final moment, his face still had that smile: content, strange, and ambiguous.
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Snow was falling, drifting chaotically across the night sky.
Those flecks of light were still drifting about the night sky like fireworks.
Wang Zhice left Xuelao City, holding Black Robe's body.
It was half a city of fireworks, half a city of snow.
On a distant snowy hill, a Black Goat quietly looked on.
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Night would eventually pass. Dawn would inevitably come.
The rebel army was finally defeated, and fled the capital. The North-Pacifying Army joined with the Imperial Guard and began the pursuit.
Xuanyuan Po passed his authority to the human commander and stayed in the Orthodox Academy.
A night of bitter fighting had left even someone like him, half a step from the Divine, with many wounds. When he had been surrounded by the experts of the Tianhai clan, a large wound had been hacked out of his arm. At the time, his blood had flowed out like a waterfall, and even he felt it strange that he even now was not dizzy.
Of course, those Tianhai clan experts had all died to his metal sword.
When he thought about how it was precisely Tianhai Ya'er who had crippled him in the Ivy Festival all those years ago, it was hard for Xuanyuan Po to not feel somewhat emotional.
He knew that Tianhai Ya'er had died three years ago. Apparently, it had been from depression.
Entering the Orthodox Academy, he was greeted by the respectful gazes of the teachers and students, which made him rather uncomfortable.
The teachers and students of the Orthodox Academy were clearly treating him as a stranger.
But he was an old hand of the Orthodox Academy, had even held a position here.
The area around the library was much quieter, and that short wall had been dismantled. The small house remained in its original state. Other than Su Moyu, no other teacher or student was permitted to live within.
Those rooms were left for Zhexiu, Tang Thirty-Six, Chen Changsheng, and him.
There were many trees in front of the house, and there were more large trees here than in the forest near the Imperial Palace.
Xuanyuan Po felt both nostalgic and regretful.
In the past, he would often ram into the trees in that forest, but he didn't dare to now. A casual strike would cause the thickest tree to snap.
He walked to the opposite shore of the lake and saw that most familiar of buildings: the kitchen.