The ancient battlefield was as lonely as death, and the reddish-brown earth seemed to be condensed with old blood that could not be washed away even by ten thousand rains.
Cecil laughed. Despite the great pain he was in, his hoarse laughter hardly stopped.
"Yes, that's right. My father and his generation used Dionysus as a guillotine to execute many of their political enemies. But for a rebellious son like me, its actual value far outweighs its shameful secrets!" The emperor chuckled. "With Dionysus, I can even tell all the ministers and generals of the empire that the late emperor had convened a plan to use this planet to execute any bureaucrat he disliked... How useful is Star Bridge? How useful is it?"
"Having a common enemy is the beginning of cooperation and friendship, even if it is an imaginary enemy..."
He lowered his voice mysteriously, and then his tone became colder: "Of course, the only variable is you, Xingqiao. As long as 'Gu Xingqiao' has not fallen from the altar, and the myth of 'Gu Xingqiao is the Dawn of the God of Wine' has not been broken, then you will always have a share of my victory. Many times, friends are people who can only share hardships, not happiness. What's more, your status is here - you have been on an equal footing with the master for so long, you should be satisfied, right?"
Gu Xingqiao stared at him quietly.
"You're trying to provoke me to kill you," he said. "Has the Empire developed some new trick to fake death and escape from trouble?"
Cecil's smile remained unchanged, and his eyes stared at him without moving an inch.
"So, this is all your reason and explanation." Gu Xingqiao nodded, "I won't kill you, Cecil. The death of the body is just a moment of stagnation for people like you. You will be resurrected in a place where I can't see you. I won't kill you."
The young man's pale face was dotted with red blood. He stared at the emperor for a long time and said, "I still remember that you told me more than once that I am your right-hand man."
Cecil's pupils couldn't help but flicker.
"It's too pathetic and ridiculous to still talk about left and right arms now." Gu Xingqiao said softly, "Let's end it now."
Amidst the spurting of blood and the loud noise of flesh and bones falling off, the emperor's left arm flew out of his torso. Before he could stop roaring in shock and anger, his right arm suffered the same fate!
At this time, the illusion of the virtual battlefield slowly receded from the practice room, revealing the bloodstained ground and the unconscious instructor in the distance.
Gu Xingqiao stood up, pulled out the heat ray gun from his waist, and shot the two twitching limbs into flying black ash. Under his feet, Cecil was thrashing like a demon with its tail cut off, sweating all over, and twisting and struggling in a pool of blood.
"Goodbye, old friend." Gu Xingqiao looked at him with such a calm gaze, as if he was looking through the eaves at the dimly lit town sleeping in the drizzle. "Just remember, I will always be where you can't find me. Whether you hate me or love me, it has nothing to do with me anymore."
Ignoring Cecil's boiling and vicious curses, he threw the dagger on the ground and took only the first step forward. He staggered unsteadily, but when he moved forward again, he was very steady.
His back was like ripples, and he disappeared in the practice room in an instant.