World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1031 - 472: The Death of Suo Lun! Nie Turns into a Demon! (Important)

Chapter 1031: 472: The Death of Suo Lun! Nie Turns into a Demon! (Important)

About two hours later, Suo Lun and Princess Zhi Yan arrived on a griffin in the eastern sea.

Another hundred miles out to sea, they saw that giant ship moored upon the ocean’s surface.

It was truly huge, like a great mountain afloat on the sea, nearly five thousand tons in displacement.

And contrary to expectations, this ship didn’t seem overly militarized but rather resembled a luxury cruise liner.

Broad decks, opulent cabins.

And unlike other large ships, this one was clad in a layer of iron armor on its surface.

It wasn’t a true ironclad but a wooden ship wrapped in a layer of iron armor. Even so, its fortitude was manifold stronger than ordinary vessels.

Despite its emphasis on comfort, it still boasted three decks and hundreds of gun ports!

Fully armed, it could still mount over a hundred cannons and possessed formidable combat capabilities.

This behemoth was viewed by Suo Lun as the last resort.

If they could no longer find a foothold on the continent, all of Suo Lun’s relatives and family would board this ship, leading a fleet of tens of thousands, majestically sailing eastward in search of a new land.

At this time, this gigantic ship had just been launched for a trial voyage and was not yet fitted with cannons, and many of the cabin’s annual facilities were incomplete.

According to the design, this colossal ship would not only have comfortable rooms and a vast living room but also a children’s playground, not to mention specialized classrooms.

Because all of Suo Lun’s relatives were to board this ship.

Landing on this great ship, Suo Lun took Princess Zhi Yan to see the study, bedroom, living room, dining room, classroom, game room, and so on.

Princess Zhi Yan, marveling, said, "I’m really looking forward to seeing it fully constructed, when the whole family can sail and play on it."

"Yes," Suo Lun said with a smile.

Then, the two came up to the deck.

A table was set up there, already prepared with an exquisite banquet.

Suo Lun poured his own wine and said, "Ashi Liren never eat, only consuming a special kind of jade milk and dew. How about you?"

"It’s much the same for me," said Zhi Yan. "But since I’ve been in the Royal City, I started eating meals."

Then, Zhi Yan took a wine glass in hand, pouring herself a drink, and clinked glasses with Suo Lun.

After drinking a dozen cups or so, a touch of rouge appeared on the exquisite features of Zhi Yan’s face, making her even more enchanting.

"Yan, let me ask you a question," Suo Lun said.

Zhi Yan nodded.

Suo Lun asked, "What is the most important thing in your heart?"

Princess Zhi Yan thought for a moment, then said, "The Rage Wave Kingdom, for it is the Zhi Clan’s foundation built over hundreds of years. Moreover, the royal family has withered greatly these past generations. Among direct royal descendants of my generation, only Zhi Ning, Zhi You, and I remain."

Suo Lun said, "Then I have not betrayed King Zibian’s trust, and I have delivered an intact Rage Wave Kingdom to the Zhi Clan."

Zhi Yan said, "The Zhi Clan, for generations, will never forget the Suo’s grace."

Suo Lun laughed and said, "Speaking of which, it’s been a long time since I played the piano. How about I play a piece for you now? Would that be alright?"

"Yes, please," said Princess Zhi Yan. "It’s been quite a while since I last heard my husband play."

Then with a gentle wave of her hand, she moved a keyboard harpsichord from the cabin to the deck by the bedside.

Suo Lun carried a cup of wine to the keyboard harpsichord and sat down, placing the wine glass on the piano stand.

"What piece would you like to hear?" Suo Lun asked.

"’Fate’," Zhi Yan replied.

"Good." Suo Lun closed his eyes and took a deep breath.

When he opened his eyes again, his mind was as tranquil as still water.

His hands struck the piano keys fiercely.

"Dang dang dang dang, dang dang dang dang..."

The intense and soaring piano music began.

Instantly, Zhi Yan’s delicate body trembled slightly.

They say art can strike the soul, and although Zhi Yan had been skeptical, she now truly believed.

She keenly felt her entire heartstrings vibrating vigorously.

However, this was just the beginning!

As the feverish piano melody unfolded, it surged like a tidal wave.

Like towering waves and breakers, it battered her spirit, her soul, her body.

As if the calm sea around them suddenly rose up in tremendous waves, relentlessly assaulting her.

The last time Suo Lun performed "Fate" during the Royal City Academy’s graduation exam, he shocked the masses, utterly conquering the Great Art Master of the Dragon Temple and everyone present, including Commandery Princess Zhi Ning.

But that last performance was merely a storm wave.

This time, it was like a tsunami, overwhelming and tumultuous as it churned and tumbled.

Suo Lun was indeed playing with his life, his soul.

His despair, his resentment, his rage, his darkness!

Throughout the day, he hadn’t spoken a word out of line.

Instead, all his emotions were imbued within the notes of his music.

The Silenced Butterfly, a creation of the Demonic Laboratory of the Holy Temple.

Its wing-beating frequency is very high, and the vibrations it produces can convey any message.

So, even though it cannot speak, it can express a thousand words.

Suo Lun continued to play, frantically, manically.

"Dang dang dang..."

The fierce piano notes roared across the ocean.

Thundering beneath the cloud layer.

Resounding under the sun!

Suddenly, Jing Feng arose.

The calm ocean stirred into ferocious waves.

Dark clouds obscured the sun, casting the sky into darkness.