World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1118 - 504: The decisive battle begins, harvest the kills!

Chapter 1118: 504: The decisive battle begins, harvest the kills!

After hearing Lanling’s words, Nini’an was instantly furious. She had never suffered such humiliation before.

Her beautiful eyes turned cold as she stared at Lanling and said, "You should know that between you and Du Yan, we can only choose one. Since you’ve given up the opportunity, we can only choose Du Yan."

Lanling’s expression became serious as he said, "Fine, I agree."

Nini’an was momentarily stunned.

Then, she fell into a dilemma.

Even if Lanling agreed, what difference would it make? It was merely verbal; what use would it have?

"How will you prove it?" Nini’an asked.

Lanling replied, "I’ll help you remove your brother, and guarantee it’ll happen without anyone knowing."

Instantly, Nini’an was startled and shook her head, saying, "You know that’s impossible. My father still has decades ahead of him. What I need now is to cultivate forces loyal to me."

Lanling chuckled and said, "And what do you use to prove someone’s loyalty to you?"

Nini’an replied, "When loyalty comes, I’ll naturally feel it."

Lanling fixed his burning gaze on her and asked, "Then do you feel my loyalty now?"

Nini’an’s expression did not change; instead, she smiled and said, "Just a little. If your tone were more sincere, it would be better."

With that, she rose and left.

As soon as she left Lanling’s tent, Nini’an’s face turned icy. She felt as though her intelligence had been insulted.

She relied on two weapons: her beauty and her scheming mind. It was through these two weapons that she captured men’s hearts.

Take Du Yan, Yanggu, and Qiuju, for example—these three held nearly half of the military power of the entire tribe. And all three were obedient to her.

Nini’an excelled at reading people’s expressions and eyes; from them, she could discern their thoughts.

She easily realized her weapons were ineffective against Lanling!

...

Back in Constantine’s tent.

"How did it go?" Constantine asked.

"This man is unusable; he must be eliminated," Nini’an replied.

"Why?" Constantine asked.

Nini’an said, "I told him I wanted to assist Father in conquering over a dozen surrounding tribes and becoming the ruler of this thousand-mile territory. Then, I’d replace my brother and become the female chieftain of the tribe. If he helps me ascend successfully, I’ll marry him. In this thousand-mile land, he’d be second only to one and above all others. Yet I didn’t see any sign of temptation in him."

Constantine’s eyes narrowed suddenly.

Nini’an continued, "Faced with such temptation, anyone would be moved. Not being moved suggests two possibilities. One, he lacks ambition. Two, his ambition is too great."

Constantine nodded. His daughter’s analysis was spot on.

And Lanling was absolutely not someone without ambition, leaving only the latter—his ambition was too great!

Nini’an said, "Thus, he cannot stay. We must find a way to kill him."

Constantine nodded and then asked, "What do you think he desires?"

Nini’an fell silent. She truly did not know what Lanling wanted.

Constantine said, "The promise you made would tempt anyone. Why did it not tempt him?"

Nini’an replied, "He once sneered and said, ’How many men are you planning to marry me off to?’"

Constantine said, "Which means he does not believe in our terms, which is why he isn’t tempted."

Nini’an said, "Even though marrying him is impossible, making him the Grand Leader of the Foreign Tribe Army is real. Why isn’t he tempted?"

Constantine replied, "Because he believes the position of Grand Leader of the Foreign Tribe Army is already his. Suo Mo has personally promised it to him."

Nini’an said, "In summary, this man is too calculating and too unruly to be of use to me."

Constantine’s eyes narrowed as he said, "Nini, why are you so averse to him?"

Nini’an said, "Didn’t you see what he did to me today?"

Constantine said, "You dislike him because he wasn’t enthralled by you, making you feel defeated, and thus you want to eliminate him."

Nini’an’s face instantly stiffened but then broke into a charming smile as she said to Constantine, "Father, even if that’s the reason—it’s not such a big deal, is it?"

Constantine nodded and said, "Indeed, it isn’t. A demonic genius, if unusable, must be exterminated!"

"Then I’ll be off," Nini’an said.

As she was leaving the tent, Constantine said, "Nini, what if I truly made you the tribe’s chieftain?"

Nini’an replied with an emotionless face, "Impossible. In the Barbaric Wilderness, strength reigns supreme, and my martial skills are far weaker than my brother’s."

Then, she left directly.

Constantine sighed deeply. He was indeed conflicted.

His son, Constantine II, was his only heir. He had inherited Constantine’s ruthless nature and possessed exceptionally high martial prowess, but lacked a deep strategic mind and only knew how to be vicious.

Meanwhile, his daughter Nini’an had fully inherited her father’s intelligence and scheming abilities. But unfortunately, she was a girl, and her martial skills were not as strong as her brother’s.

If only the strengths of the two could be combined into one. However, if that were the case, wouldn’t the result be identical to him?

...

On the Wild Horse Tribe’s side, the tribal Shaman had arrived—a figure so ancient it was impossible to determine his age.

The chieftain told the Elder Shaman about Lanling’s miraculous feat earlier today.

"Would our tribe’s samurai feel fear upon hearing his roar?" the Elder Shaman asked.

The chieftain shook his head and said, "No, it only startled the warhorses, causing them to panic and flee wildly."

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