Chapter 1181 – What a Fine Autumn (1/2)
Chapter 1181 – What a Fine Autumn
Translated by: Hypersheep325
Edited by: Michyrr
The freak that had climbed out of its grave was Black Robe.
Her methods truly were extraordinary. She had succeeded in deceiving everyone.
Yes, this graveyard was not a sacrificial altar for communicating with the Sacred Light Continent, just a means of distracting the Demon Lord's attention.
But this graveyard was a sacrificial altar.
The nobles being offered were not offerings to the Sacred Light Continent, but to the abyss to assist her in reincarnating.
This evil method was what had allowed her to live for so many years, the greatest secret that made it incredibly difficult for her to be captured or killed.
In the last several centuries, she had used this method twice.
While she was setting up the spatial path to the Sacred Light Continent, she had not forgotten to arrange a path of escape.
Thus, even though Chen Changsheng's breakthrough into the Divine and Su Li's sword from the heavens had truly left her extremely disappointed and in pain, she had not despaired.
As long as she was alive, there would be a chance to stage a comeback.
At the time, she had already prepared herself to be killed by the human experts so that the sacrificial altar could revive her.
To her surprise, Wang Zhice was not prepared to kill her, only jail her in Sangharama Temple. He was even prepared to enter into hostilities with the other human experts.
This matter was truly rather worthy of ridicule.
Black Robe was not touched, only anxious.
The Demon Lord had sensed her mood, so he had thought of a way to help Liu Qing kill her.
Nominally, it was because he wanted to die with her, but the truth was not so.
The Demon Lord had done this even though he did not know what Black Robe was planning.
One could only say that the Demon Lord truly did love her.
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The winds howled as the snow rustled.
Her gaze rested on the snow, where she spied those few remaining drops of golden blood.
This was the Demon Commander's blood.
The Demon Commander was her most trusted companion.
The body she was using had been personally selected by the Demon Commander and personally placed in the grave.
Black Robe knew what had happened to the Demon Commander after that.
For this, she felt deeply apologetic.
Even until the end, the Demon Commander did not know that she was deceiving her, that she wanted to also annihilate the Demon race.
Black Robe squatted and thrust her hand into that golden blood. She brought the blood to her nose and sniffed, then kissed it.
She stood up and began to walk up the hill.
She had remained in the grave for many days. It was only after she confirmed that the human armies had relaxed their guard that she dared to come out.
In these last few days, she had eaten nothing but snow and been forced to endure the bitter cold, making her extremely weak.
Most importantly, she needed to restart her cultivation. She needed several dozen days before she would have the strength to defend herself. As for her strength at its prime, that would require several decades.
She slowly walked to the top of the hill. As she gazed at the distant plains of snow, a smile appeared on her lightly decaying lips.
When she thought about the cold and hunger she had borne over the last few days, she felt herself to be an outstanding avenger.
She had prepared many safehouses in the snowy plains, supplied with food. As long as she could reach one of them, she would be safe for the time being.
Once she recovered her strength, she would return to Xuelao City—no, to her homeland to the south that she had not returned to in so many years.
She could already imagine what she should do next. After defeating the demons, the humans would certainly descend into internal conflict. It could be between north and south, the Imperial Court and the Li Palace, the humans and the demi-humans, or even between martial brothers, but whichever it was, new conflicts were certain to crop up.
This was an inevitability of history, the law that she was about to wield as her weapon.
Her revenge would continue.
Black Robe turned to face Xuelao City, a faint sorrow running through her.
Stories were basically all written like this. They would have an open ending, and it would only be after many years that a new chapter would appear.
But the story today was different.
Black Robe prepared to walk down the slope and vanish into the vastness of the snowy plains.
At this moment, a part of the snow bulged and scattered.
A massive demon stood up from the snow, its shadow falling on Black Robe's face.
Black Robe needed only a glance to identify it as a member of the Gruel clan.
The problem was that this demon was already dead. However, the cold weather recently had frozen it, preventing decay and making it rigid.
How could a rigid corpse crawl out of its grave and rush toward her?
Black Robe's eyes constricted as the corpse approached. She wondered, just what sort of ghost is this?
In the past, Black Robe would only need a light brush of her sleeve, perhaps only a glance, to pulverize this corpse.
But her cultivation was all gone and she was extremely weak. Let alone this ability, she did not even have the ability to dodge.
Boom! The massive demon corpse crushed Black Robe's body into the snow.
Whether coincidentally or intentionally, a hard stone lay in the snow at this place, pressing right against her neck.
There was a light crack.
Black Robe's neck was broken. Her blood slowly dyed the snow red.
She opened her eyes wide, staring at the overcast sky with a look of rage and despair, tinged with confusion.
In her current state, she couldn't even blow away the snowflakes falling in her eyes, much less push away this heavy corpse.
She could only helplessly wait for death.
After a moment, the heavy corpse flipped to the side on its own.
There was a rip as a hole was torn in the corpse's chest. A person slowly climbed out of it.
This person was dressed in very thin clothes and his body was covered in blood and filth. He was very thin, his face pale, and he gave off a nauseating stench.