Translator: Simple MTL Editor: Simple MTL
“If that’s the case, you can all go and die!”
Lugh’s voice was extremely cold, resounding throughout the divine ruins.
It was as if death was reciting a magic spell before reaping his life.
Hearing this sentence, all the nobles who had chosen to betray Lugh froze, as if a basin of ice water had been poured on them.
Cold air rose from their backs, and they couldn’t help but tremble. Their eyes were filled with fear.
They did not know Lugh’s strength, and they had never seen him make a move. However, he was fearless in the face of the Lion Horse Beasts. Just his presence alone was enough to shock them.
Furthermore, he was able to threaten to kill them under the Lion Horse Guards’powerful aura.
They could tell that Lugh was not boasting, but was announcing something.
He might really be able to do it.
One of the nobles appeared. His expression was distorted as he forcefully suppressed the fear in his heart, he shouted at the Lion Horse Guards’ commander, “Sir, it’s him. He’s the leader of those traitors. Kill him. This person is called Young Master Thirteen, and he’s from the heavens battlefield. They’re the ones spreading the rumors that are disadvantageous to the Simon Empire. I heard them say that they’re going to betray the empire with my own ears.”
Before he could finish his sentence…
The commander of the Lion Horse Guards sent the noble flying with a slap. “What a load of crap…”
The noble who had shouted that he was going to kill Lugh was sent flying and fell to the ground.
His face collapsed, and a large amount of blood flowed out, dyeing the ground red. It looked like he wouldn’t be able to live much longer.
His eyes were filled with unwillingness and confusion.
Why?
Why did you kill me?
I helped you and brought you here to catch these traitors, but you killed me instead of killing those traitors who rebelled against the country!
His eyes became more and more blurry, and in the end, he still could not understand why the Lion Horse Guards wanted to attack him.
In his final conscious moments, he vaguely recalled a sentence, “They were once friends.”
Friends?
Lugh had treated them as friends, but he had betrayed them.
At this time, his heart was filled with great regret.
What he regretted was not his choice.
It was his regret that he had made the wrong choice.
If he had chosen to follow Lugh, then he would most likely not have died.
There were no ifs. It was too late. Slowly, his consciousness became more and more blurred. In the end, only a face of unwillingness and regret was left.
He was dead but had not been killed by Lugh.
He had been killed by the people he had brought here.
What an ironic ending.
The other nobles who had betrayed Lugh were stunned. They could not believe what was happening before their eyes.
Their eyes were filled with fear. They could not help but take a few steps back.
They were in the same position as the one who had died.
They could not understand why the Lion Horse Guards would attack them. But they didn’t dare to ask.
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