plumnovel Chapter 62 : Regicide
Chapter 62 : Regicide
Regicide==========================
In the distance, the king of corrupted monsters roared once more, and another layer of sludge on its body withered and flaked off.
Howling in pain, the king of corrupted monsters charged in this direction.
Seeing this giant maw, as tall as a building, barreling toward them, Jiang Cheng's lips twitched.
This overwhelming sense of oppression was almost too much for even a human like Jiang Cheng to withstand, let alone those humanoid species already suppressed by the presence of their race's king.
"Hurry up,"
Jiang Cheng said anxiously, turning her head, "Have you still not finished with your sentimental farewells? The more people sacrifice themselves, the better— otherwise, we're all doomed."
Of course, "doomed" was just a bluff. After all, she and Lyle still had their strength in reserve.
But hearing these words, everyone there tensed up.
"Jiang Cheng!"
Lyle called out beside her, "Do you have any other ideas?"
"What, feeling sorry for these other species now? Weren't you always a human supremacist, hero?"
Jiang Cheng retorted mockingly.
"No matter what,"
Lyle said calmly, "at least, to me, I now recognize them as human."
"Is that so? Ha, you really haven't changed a bit,"
Jiang Cheng shrugged.
"But unfortunately, there really is no other way,"
Jiang Cheng shook her head.
"You and Ferran still have tasks to complete. You can't overuse your powers."
Jiang Cheng said.
"If you spend too much of your strength on this sort of thing..."
Jiang Cheng trailed off with a faint smile.
"We'll fail, right,"
Lyle said despondently.
"Of course,"
Jiang Cheng smiled, "but since this is your own decision to make, you, hero, still have a choice."
"You definitely can go and save them, but in that case, you won't be able to kill the false god."
"And that means you won't be able to take revenge, not just for yourself, but for Ferran as well."
"Not to mention, he'll probably die too,"
Jiang Cheng said lightly, effortlessly pinning Lyle down with a single sentence.
Moral coercion—this method had never failed on Lyle.
"I understand,"
Lyle replied gloomily.
Watching this group of "humans" he'd just acknowledged rush to their deaths for his wishes—Lyle truly found the feeling unbearable.
While the two of them were still talking, several more of the humanoid species rushed into the magic circle on the other side.
Renata tried to stop them but was too late—a moment later, they were refined by the array in an instant and turned into pools of blood.
In the distance, as the king of corrupted monsters charged ahead, aiming to crush everyone with its enormous frame, it roared again and halted its steps.
More sludge flaked off its body as it started moving forward again.
Sensing that things weren't going well, it began to spawn offspring.
The sludge on its body suddenly bloomed open like a flower, countless bits of goop splattering out onto the ground and transforming into a host of newly spawned corrupted monsters.
"Farewell, everyone. May we all be human in the next life. Praise humanity!"
"Pfft, pfft"—a few more of the humanoid species laughed loudly, stepped into the magic circle, and turned into blood.
Those newborn corrupted monsters turned to ashes; all the king of corrupted monsters' painstaking new brood had vanished just like that.
As for the king itself? It became thinner again.
Wailing in agony, the king of corrupted monsters realized that such special methods were useless against these "bugs" that hurt so much.
So, it could only trudge forward, slowly but resolutely, step by step.
On this side, Renata once again prepared to step into the magic circle, only to be held back.
"You should go last," the clansmen said.
"The chief has said everything that needed to be said," one of them said earnestly.
"You are the youngest among us, and the most capable. You must become the next clan chief—so, you go last. Maybe you'll survive."
Renata fell silent, but in the end, she nodded and stepped aside.
Thus, the humanoid species laughed and sang as they entered the magic circle, one after another.
Even up to the moment of death, they smiled at Renata, praising humanity.
A cold, mocking smile tugged at the corner of Jiang Cheng's lips. "Humanity, huh... just a loathsome thing, that's all."
The king of corrupted monsters continued its slow, relentless march toward the group.
It couldn't be helped. Despite its grand entrance, it was nothing more than a tool for the false god to spawn monsters and give the hero his quest—practically skill-less, only able to spawn more underlings.
So, when it discovered its spawning skill was useless, it could only charge at them like a massive truck, relying on its sheer size and strength.
If Jiang Cheng had been obsessed with scrolling through her phone before transmigrating, she might have thought of that meme about a hundred-ton king breaking into another world.
But she hadn't. Her few hobbies consisted only of reading, and Lyle's novel was the only web serial she ever held in her hands.
This behavior from the humanoid species was just as Jiang Cheng had expected, matching the original characters exactly.
For someone who'd read the story a dozen times, it was almost too easy.
Watching them smile and walk calmly toward death, any trace of emotion Jiang Cheng felt faded away with their repeated praise of humanity.
And the king of corrupted monsters, accompanied by its charge, continued to lose layers of sludge, which turned to ash.
It kept charging, growing smaller and smaller.
By the time it was within a kilometer, it had shrunk from the height of a skyscraper to around thirty meters.
When only a street's distance remained, it was down to six or seven meters.
Until, finally, when it was only a hundred or two meters away, its figure was just over a meter tall.
Not to mention its former self—even compared to the most ordinary corrupted monster, it now seemed small.
Still, the situation remained dire; only two people were left on their side.
"New chief, I'll go on ahead. May I succeed in stopping it. Praise humanity!"
With that, he stepped smiling into the magic circle, and moments later too became a puddle of blood.
"Roar!"
The king of corrupted monsters let out a furious, agonized howl, then abruptly accelerated and charged their way.
"Pfft—"
A flash of bloodlight, another chunk of its sludge-covered skin ripped off and fell, shattering on the ground.
"Of course, it's not dead."
Renata sighed, though in her heart there was no grief or anxiety—only a kind of relief and relaxation.
So many of her clansmen had died; it didn't seem right for her to live alone. Death felt more fitting.
"Praise humanity," she said evenly, and began to walk toward the magic circle.
"Stop right there," but in the next instant, Ferran's voice rang out, and he grabbed her back.
"Are you stupid? Couldn't you have waited just a bit longer?"
As he spoke, Ferran pointed at the king of corrupted monsters.
Under Renata's gaze, the king—which had just been rushing forward like a mad dog—suddenly froze, and then its body shattered, bit by bit.