Chapter 97: No War in the Imperial Capital (10)

“Ah…” Anderson let out a piercing, drawn-out scream as he looked down at his sword-wielding hands. The sight was beyond grisly—his hands were little more than bleeding, mangled flesh clinging to bare white bone, muscles twitching spasmodically. His hands were almost entirely skeletal.

Following his gaze downward, the rest of his body was in a similar state of devastation. All this told Anderson one grim truth: he didn’t have long to live. “No! I don’t want to die!” he howled, his voice filled with desperation. Suddenly, he spotted Chu Tian and scrambled toward him, crawling frantically. “Vladino, you are an ancient sacred priest! You must save me!”

With a thud, Anderson dropped to his knees. “Please, save me…” His voice cracked with tears and grief. As he wailed, bits of flesh fell from his face along with his cries. “I… I don’t want to die…”

“Useless!” Andor burned with fury. Though he was in nearly the same condition as his son, he bristled with far more defiance. “Might as well die then! What are you afraid of, you useless wretch?”

“Don’t drag me down if you want to die!” Anderson staggered forward, planting his sword into the ground. Struggling to speak, he spat out, “If it weren’t for you, I wouldn’t be like this today!”

“Praise the Goddess of Life!” Chu Tian looked coldly at the father and son. Though Andor was his enemy, Chu Tian had to acknowledge that as a member of the Res people, Andor had been a worthy patriot—a formidable adversary. As for Anderson, he was nothing but a loser.

“Sorry, Mr. Andor, but you’re not dying just yet.” Chu Tian said, pulling a vial of ninth-grade golden wound medicine from his ring and handing it to Redno. The explosive injury Andor suffered counted as high-level magic at its peak, and even the medicine extracted from Kuya’s bezoar couldn’t heal it quickly, since Kuya hadn’t yet reached peak ninth-grade power. Still, it should be enough to keep Andor alive.

Redno took the vial, approached Andor, knelt down, pried open his cracked lips, and forced a pill into his mouth.

Pfft… No sooner had Redno stood up than Andor spat out the pill. “I won’t take your medicine! Just kill me quickly!” His breath was shallow and ragged. Without treatment, he wouldn’t survive the night.

“If you won’t eat it, I will!” Anderson’s eyes, bloodshot and wide, gleamed with joy as he reached out a hand, bare bone protruding through tattered flesh, to snatch the pill. “Ha! I don’t have to die!”

“Scoundrel!” Andor summoned his last strength and swatted the pill from Anderson’s grasp. “You don’t deserve to be my offspring!” A lifetime of ambition crushed, he never imagined his undead sorcerer son could be so cowardly, clinging to life like this.

“What are you doing?” Anderson roared, shoving Andor away. “I don’t want to die with you!”

Praise the Goddess of Life! Watching the father and son quarrel bitterly over a single pill, Chu Tian’s heart ached. Yet, no matter how reluctant, he had to keep moving forward.

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