Chapter 1150: May 16: Fission!_2
“The ti for the final confrontation has co. Have you made up your mind?” Nini’an asked.
“I have never thought about it,” Lanling replied. “I cannot sever ties with my uncle.”
Nini’an said, “Do you not realize that your stubbornness will not only doom yourself but also Dina and Suo Mo?”
Lanling sighed and said, “Then let us die together! Dying gloriously is far better than betraying each other and living a lifeti of guilt and pain.”
Nini’an stared at Lanling in disbelief.
He actually said sothing like this: die together!
Lanling smiled and said, “These past days, I have already prepared myself. My uncle and Dina have also made their preparations. That’s why when your father called them to the Chieftain’s castle earlier, even knowing they were heading straight to their deaths, they remained utterly calm—for we are all ready.”
In an instant, Nini’an felt as if she were going mad.
How could such people exist in this world? Three people would rather die together than tear each other apart and betray one another.
She didn’t believe it! But the truth allowed her no room for disbelief.
Because Suo Mo did not flee, Dina did not flee, and Lanling did not flee.
With just a single command, all three would certainly et their deaths.
“Since you’re so willing to die, why have you trained so obsessively during the past ten days?” Nini’an asked. “Your desperate practice shows that you’re reluctant to die.”
“Heh…” Lanling replied, “You spend all day cozied up with Du Yan—you think I should just sit there watching this unfold? Have you never felt restless, anguished, or consud by anxiety? If I didn’t find sothing to do, if I didn’t push my body to its very limits, I wouldn’t be able to endure.”
These words left Nini’an trembling; all of her resentnt and anger from the past ten days dissipated then and there.
It turned out that his relentless training was his way of punishing himself. Otherwise, he feared he might not be able to resist humbling himself and coming to her. Moreover, her pretense of intimacy with Du Yan had brought Lanling trendous pain, which made him unwilling to stay in the tribe, forcing him to spend all his ti in grueling training outside.
“And the Foreign Tribe Army?” Dina asked. “Suo Mo treasures his Foreign Tribe Army above all else. If he dies, and all of you die, then what will happen to the Army?”
Lanling responded, “My uncle swore that he would protect the Foreign Tribe Army until his dying breath! Later, he appointed to succeed him, and I swore the sa—that I would guard the Army to the end of my days. So we haven’t technically broken our oaths. Moreover, before leaving, my uncle issued a decree: no rebellion, no turmoil; no matter what happens, the Foreign Tribe Army must remain unchanged.”
“Madn! You’re all madn! The three of you are absolutely insane!” Nini’an scread. “I can’t comprehend this! Wouldn’t marrying be better? Wouldn’t serving my father be better? Soday, after I succeed as the female chieftain, you could hold power second only to mine and be admired by thousands. Wouldn’t that be better? Am I not more beautiful than Dina?”
“You are more beautiful than her. You are ten tis as devious and a hundred tis more tempting,” Lanling replied.
“Then why won’t you marry ? We haven’t even asked you to kill Suo Mo, only to sever ties with him and the Foreign Tribe Army,” Nini’an yelled. “Between and Dina, you should choose . Between my father and Suo Mo, you should choose my father. It is such a bright and boundless path, completely aligned with your interests. Why won’t you take it? I truly don’t understand.”
Lanling looked at Nini’an and said firmly, word by word, “I don’t understand why you insist on making betray my uncle. If I could betray him for profit today, then tomorrow, I could betray your father for the sa reason. Killing, I can do. Seducing won, I can do. Taking soone else’s wife—I can even do that. But betraying family, breaking oaths, and forsaking love—those are things I cannot do, not even if it ans dying!”
Nini’an’s chest heaved as she gazed at Lanling with frustration and disappointnt.
And yet, Lanling’s simple words struck her profoundly, shaking her to her core.
She was a despicable woman driven solely by greed, but she couldn’t help but feel moved by his unwavering resolve and noble spirit that refused to yield to riches or corruption.
Especially since Lanling was a villain—an extraordinarily handso and seductive villain—with such lofty principles.
This was precisely the sort of man most won dream of.
Compared to Du Yan’s vanity and superficial ambitions, Lanling shone brilliantly in contrast.
But she would not change her stance, just as her father Constantine would never change his.
Between Suo Mo and Constantine, Lanling could only choose one side.
Between Dina and Nini’an, Lanling could only choose one side.
Kneel, or die!
“Then go ahead and die,” Nini’an said coldly, as if the iciness in her voice were ant to prove the hardness of her heart.
Lanling drew a sword and handed it to Nini’an, then stretched out his neck and said, “Swing it hard—cut off my head entirely. This way, my body will tumble into the lava and be burned to ash, and you can take my head back.”
Then, Lanling imdiately extended his neck, waiting for Nini’an’s sword.
Throughout the entire process, he remained calm—so calm that describing him as facing death unflinchingly didn’t even suffice.
Nini’an accepted the sword, gasping heavily.
She felt trendous discomfort, nearly suffocating.
“This is my inner demon. I must overco it, I must overco it…” Nini’an repeated to herself over and over again.
To beco a ruler, one must have a ruthless heart.
She forcibly steadied her breathing, calming her trembling body, steadying the hand that held the sword, and chilling her chaotic thoughts to ice.
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