"Such violence. This concubine can't withstand such a savage whipping."
Sihis glanced at Qianmian's corpse on the ground. "Didn't this human kill Hanuman? This concubine was avenging your fellow clansman. Why do you seem intent on avenging this human instead?"
Looking at Qianmian's corpse, Le Yu felt no sorrow.
They had been competitors from the start, with no friendship between them whatsoever. How could he possibly feel sad? Besides, Supreme Emotionlessness had severed his sorrowful emotions. Le Yu had long since become a bloodless, tearless Gundam pilot.
Yet when he saw Sihis slit Qianmian's throat, tear open his belly, and dig out his heart like he was some beast, his Killing Intent was genuine.
At that very moment, Le Yu, who had always been indifferent to such conflicts between races, suddenly found himself able to understand Huiyao Emperor Gaozu, the first pontiff of the Necromancer Cult, even Smile, Sihis, and Wuzhiqi.
Everyone had a predetermined fate. The choices they could make and those they could not were all part of that fate. The weak were dragged unwillingly into the torrent of destiny, while the strong merely walked into destiny's arena with their heads held high.
They could not transcend the barriers between races, the limitations of history, or the restrictions of knowledge. Slaughter was their only means of communication, pain was easier to understand than anything else, and blood was the best currency.
No one could transcend that fate. Cha Huan couldn't, Huiyao Emperor Gaozu couldn't, Smile couldn't, and no one else could either.
Except...
Except...
"Avenging?" Le Yu gently shook his head. "You just wanted to snatch the Water of Variants."
Sihis didn't care. "Who wouldn't want a Radiance marvel like the Divine Weapon? Look at these two Hydra Arc Blades of mine. They're made entirely of Meteorite Shard