World-Ending Demon Emperor
Chapter 1200 - 536: The second step of rebellion!

Chapter 1200: 536: The second step of rebellion!

"See him one last time? Why? Is it necessary?" Constantine asked.

Nini’an didn’t speak.

Constantine said, "Give me a reason, or there’s no need to go."

Nini’an said, "I feel like he’s poisoned me."

"Poisoned?" Constantine’s expression changed.

Nini’an said, "It’s not the obvious kind of poisoning, but an extremely special energy within him that makes me addicted to him. Every day away from him is filled with anxiety and emptiness, and I can’t muster any interest in anything. But when he returns, every pore in my body sings, as if drawn to the flame like a moth."

Constantine’s face instantly turned ugly, and he said, "He truly is a demon, an ominous being that must be killed, must be killed."

Then, with a terribly grim expression, Constantine said, "You still want to see him one last time? What do you mean? Don’t forget you just repaired your body, and for that, we killed a female Shaman."

"No, I need to wean myself off him, just like the Shaman weaned off Magical Stone Milk," Nini’an said. "I need to defeat him; otherwise, I’ll never have the chance once he’s dead."

Constantine hesitated for a while, then nodded.

Then he sat down, stared at the lamp fire, and rubbed his brows.

"Father, what’s wrong?" Nini’an asked.

Constantine said, "I sent your uncle to Rakshasa City to pave the way for marrying you to the Barbarian King. He reported back saying countless tribal Chieftains want to marry their daughters to the Barbarian King, with not just beauty but a huge dowry as well."

Nini’an said, "How much is a huge dowry?"

"Eighty thousand Gold Coins, plus a heap of gems, secret gold weapons, etc.," Constantine said. "Without such a dowry, forget about marrying the Barbarian King."

With that, Nini’an’s eyes immediately trembled, and her face turned grim.

In the Chimera Tribe, she stands high above; everyone dreams of marrying her.

Yet she needs such a large dowry to marry the Barbarian King.

This money, Constantine could gather.

But after handing out these eighty thousand Gold Coins, he would almost exhaust all his savings.

Bear in mind, he used less than ten thousand Gold Coins in the last war with the Wild Horse Tribe.

And to marry off his daughter to the Barbarian King, he had to shell out eighty thousand Gold Coins; his heart bleeds.

But he must marry off his daughter.

Because after Ankara Tribe annexed the Wild Horse Tribe, their power surged, always eyeing to reclaim the Falling Horse Mountain Range, even with an interest in the Chimera Tribe.

Within three years, a war between these two tribes is inevitable.

Constantine is conceited, but after annexing the Wild Horse Tribe, the Ankara Tribe nearly doubled the Chimera Tribe’s power; in a real war, the chances of failure exceed sixty or seventy percent.

For the future of the Chimera Tribe, his daughter must marry, and this dowry of eighty thousand Gold Coins must be provided.

Of course, he has another option, which is to secure Lanling’s allegiance.

He alone could equal thousands of troops.

With Lanling, there’s no fear of the Ankara Tribe.

But... Constantine cannot tolerate him and does not allow Lanling to live.

Lanling is too excellent, too outstanding, and too attractive to women.

"Go!" Constantine said, "He’ll die after tomorrow, and then head to Rakshasa City."

...

On the way to the dungeon, Nini’an wondered how Lanling would react to her. Would he furiously curse her? Or rush over eagerly and claim her once again?

"Open it," Nini’an said.

The thick iron door of the dungeon opened.

Nini’an walked in and frowned.

The dungeon was gloomy, and it certainly didn’t smell good.

Lanling’s clavicle was pierced, suspended in the air, resting with his eyes closed.

Seeing Nini’an enter, Lanling opened his eyes and quietly said, "Let me down; I want to discuss something with you."

Nini’an suppressed her inner agitation, controlling her breathing.

Because just being near Lanling made her breathless.

"I must control myself, I must defeat him," Nini’an gritted her teeth until they bled.

Her purpose here was to overcome her addiction to Lanling.

This is a woman who’s hard on herself, just like an opium addict who places opium in front of them but does not partake, to test their own willpower through such extreme measures.

"What’s the matter?" Nini’an asked. "To criticize me? To lash me? Because I shouldn’t have revealed your affair with Ali?"

Lanling was calm and shook his head, "No, moral questioning only affects the noble, I’m not that foolish."

"So, you mean I’m the despicable one?" Nini’an said.

Lanling didn’t speak, "Let me down, let’s make a deal; it’s too painful and exhausting to talk like this."

Nini’an turned the crank on the side, lowering Lanling from mid-air.

Lanling stood on the ground, swayed a bit, then brutally pulled the bloody hook from his clavicle.

The sound alone was painful; the scene of blood spurting was shocking.

After removing the hook, Lanling sat cross-legged on the ground and said, "I performed too well, your father can’t tolerate me, so he must kill me."

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