Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
The man’s words paralyzed Song Yuan. An image that had been buried in the deep recesses of his mind suddenly surfaced.
Cunning, terrifying… the epitome of despair…
Song Yuan broke out in cold sweat. No matter how he blinked or tried to wave it off, that cruel figure remained in his vision. He clutched at his injured leg so forcefully it was as if he wanted to break his own bones in two.
The man looked in satisfaction at Song Yuan’s reaction. Amusement flashed across his eyes.
“That time, you chose to live. Now, you must work hard to continue surviving. This Kingdom of the Sacred Dragon and that Terminator—aren’t you well aware of their true nature? Think of your own men during that battle—how pitiful they were… as they were dying, weren’t they just like you, pleading for their lives. ‘General Song, save me…’”
“Shut up!” Song Yuan suddenly raised his head, his eyes completely bloodshot.
The man laughed out loud. He felt very amused by Song Yuan’s wretched state.
“This nation has already forsaken you all. Letting you all be the hunting targets of those monsters. What are you still struggling for? You were there watching when I ate those two children… all these years, have you ever felt you made the wrong choice?”
Song Yuan looked utterly miserable as he glared steadfastly at that man. He had clenched his fists so tightly that blood was trickling out.
“People say that we demons are brutal, but look at yourselves—what will you do for survival’s sake? You even dare to make use of that monster. Haha…” The man held his head as he laughed, his eyes shone with a demonic light. “This is your one chance to take revenge. Think of how this nation has treated you and your soldiers. I have delivered a Terminator right to your doorstep—don’t you want to kill her?”
Narrowing his eyes, the man continued in a persuasive tone. “You will also save those pitiful soldiers…”
Song Yuan’s face tightened as he looked at the man before him. He inhaled deeply. “No need to say anything more. I know what I must do.”
The man straightened himself and crossed his arms over his chest. He gazed at Song Yuan with satisfaction. “That’s right, conscience… haven’t you lost that a long time ago?”
Song Yuan sat there expressionlessly as if he didn’t hear what the man had just said.
“Ji Fengyan has only about a hundred soldiers under her now. This is the best opportunity. If you miss it… you’ll never get another chance like this again.” The man grinned at Song Yuan.
Song Yuan raised his head and looked at him. “This opportunity is not just for me, it is also for you and your boss.”
The man shrugged. “Don’t worry. We will do what we are supposed to do. We will not forget.”
Song Yuan replied coldly. “I hope so.”
The man didn’t respond but just clasped his hands behind him and slowly walked out of the study.
Only Song Yuan was left in that room. He lifted his head and took a deep breath. The minute he closed his eyes, those carefully suppressed memories floated across his mind.
[Monster! There’s a monster! Genera!]
[Huh!!]
When Song Yuan raised his head again, his eyes had turned oddly malicious. He suddenly drew out his sword and slashed the desk in half.
“Terminators, you guys should never have existed!”