Chapter 100.1: The Chance to Comprehend the Origin
On the city wall, Zhang Sheng and Chen Jue were barely clinging to life. Their breaths were shallow, but their eyes still shone with light.
"I've always admired our human leader, the White Supreme... but now, I must add one more. You, Young Hero," Zhang Sheng said, staring at Qi Yuan with deep respect.
Chen Jue was just as moved. The fearsome demon army was strong enough to grind the entire Song Battalion to dust. Yet, Qi Yuan wiped them out all by himself.
"Cough... Such a deed merits a drink!" Chen Jue said, imitating a bold wandering hero.
With his trembling hand, he lifted his bowl of wine. Blood trickled from his lips, dyeing the wine red.
By then, Qi Yuan had returned to the wall. He stared at the two men, whose lives were flickering like dying embers. "You're about to die. Do you have any quests I can trigger?"
He meant to ask if they had any regrets. If he had time, he could help fulfill them.
"After witnessing you slaughter the demon army, I have no regrets in this life," Zhang Sheng murmured, the light in his eyes rapidly fading. "You're an Overlord, Young Hero. You shouldn't be trapped here in the City of No Return. The City of No Return is only Great Xia's hope, not the world's hope. Out there, in other cities, there are more of our kind."
Qi Yuan said nothing.
"My pig... still..."
Chen Jue never finished the sentence. He slumped against the wall, too weak to move. He tried to raise his blood-stained bowl to toast Qi Yuan, but his arm fell back limply.
The wind howled, making the flag sway in the air. The half-open wine jar's scent drifted through the dust. The two soldiers sat there as if drunken—silent, forever still.