Ying Zheng let out a heavy breath and sheathed his sharp sword. Watching the wisp of ash drifting endlessly through the air, he smiled softly. "Don't speak to me of deep affection and profound loyalty. I cannot bear it! A solitary man, a solitary man... In truth, I should have understood the true meaning of those words ten thousand years ago. I should have exterminated your nine clans long ago, spared myself the heart-wrenching agony of today!"
Turning around, he slowly walked out of the central command tent. Standing atop the mountain, he looked down over the camps of the Western Continent allied forces in every direction and gave a few gentle laughs. "From this day forth, there are no more attachments, no more lingering regrets. Ten thousand years of grace and loyalty end here! You are you, and I am I! I am Ying Zheng, the supreme being throughout all ages, ancient and present alike... Fuck, that bastard Lin Qi. I, I..."
He viciously punched his own head several times. Ying Zheng, who had just slaughtered every court official within the Blood Qin Empire who might possibly have belonged to the Sovereign Council; Ying Zheng, who had been brimming with ambition, ready to point at the realm and dictate its course—suddenly remembered that his life, death, honor, and disgrace were all in Lin Qi's hands. Like a stallion in spring, high-spirited and ready to mount a mare for a hearty feast, only to be gelded with a single stroke, he drooped his head listlessly.
Twitching the corner of his mouth, Ying Zheng snorted and muttered a few words under his breath. Then his body suddenly burst into a hazy cloud of black mist, silently slipping into the night along with the final ray of sunlight before sunset.
Shrill war