Chapter 815: Chapter 371: You Don’t Want Your People to Become Ghouls, Do You? (Part 3)

The Guard commander Lilaard sitting outside the first-floor door suddenly stood up and rushed to the second floor without hesitation.

The guards at the door remained unfazed, blocking his path directly.

"Move aside!"

Lilaard shouted, his Longsword drawn!

"Calm down, Commander."

Lusen immediately stood up, "If something happened to the Redwood King, he definitely wouldn’t scream like that."

"Remember our treatment in the Royal Palace?"

"That process was also incredibly painful."

Lusen patiently persuaded, "You should have heard it outside the door."

"But it wasn’t this intense before!" Lilaard’s voice was anxious.

"This time it’s to eradicate."

Lusen said seriously, "And rushing in now would only affect the Redwood King’s treatment."

Lilaard tightened his grip on the sword hilt, his arm trembling slightly.

He took a deep breath, eventually sheathing his sword and turning back to the table.

"It’s all those damned Undead Church!"

Lilaard pounded the table, gritting his teeth, "It’s all because of them!"

"The Undead Church is our eternal enemy,"

Lusen nodded, adding, "We must first eliminate those ghouls."

"And then what?"

Lilaard whipped his head around, his eyes questioning.

"Then the Flame Dragon Empire will annex our Redwood Kingdom, right?"

He stated without hesitation, "After all, the Western Alliance no longer exists."

Lusen’s smile faded, "In the future, you’ll discover that there are many things far more important than a king, a kingdom."

Lusen’s expression turned serious, his gaze carrying a hint of meaning.

Lilaard sneered, "I’m just a Guard commander, I can’t think that far."

"You will start to think."

Lusen said no more, his gaze turned to the second floor, "Everyone must think."

...

...

At this moment, the Redwood King lay on the bed.

His face pained, as pale as a corpse.

His face covered in sweat, as if drenched by rain.

The Redwood King clutched the sheets tightly, gasping as if he had endured a brutal battle.

Luo De stood by the bed, frowning.

"What happened?"

The Redwood King gasped, struggling to ask, "Why did it stop?"

"The pain has reached your limit, Redwood King," Luo De said.

If it weren’t absolutely necessary, such a king would not scream.

"Ignore me, continue!" the Redwood King urged.

Luo De shook his head slightly, "This pain is abnormal."

"Regrettably, although the necromantic energy hasn’t fully entered your heart and brain."

Luo De paused, his voice becoming heavy, "But it has already invaded most of your organs."

"So?" The Redwood King pressed further.

"If we directly purify the necromantic energy in your body, all your organs would suffer severe damage."

Luo De sighed slightly, "You basically won’t survive."

The Redwood King was stunned, then his face showed a bleak smile.

"So I’m going to end up like the Golden Lion King, eventually becoming a ghoul, right?"

Luo De remained silent for a moment, not speaking.

Because he had to admit, what the Redwood King said might be true.

Luo De changed the topic, saying, "I’ll have Lusen come up and see if they have any other methods."

"No need."

The Redwood King replied calmly, "I do not fear death."

"Just tell me, how much longer do I have to live."

He struggled to prop himself up, leaning against the headboard.

"I will end my life myself before becoming a ghoul."

The Redwood King could accept death, but not becoming such a disgusting monster.

The Redwood King looked at Luo De,

"Rest assured, Lord Luo De,"

The Redwood King changed his address, saying solemnly, "I will have my son become a vassal state to the Flame Dragon Empire."

"The Redwood Kingdom will provide the Empire with food, money, slaves, minerals, even armies."

He paused, his voice becoming hoarse.

"But please help me resist those ghouls and save my people."

The Redwood King’s words carried a hint of pleading.

This was not humiliation.

This was a king’s compromise for his people.

Luo De watched the Redwood King in silence, somewhat moved.

For both the Empire’s development and the world’s future.

Luo De needed such a person, he didn’t want the Redwood King to just die.

"Perhaps I have another way to help you."

Luo De suddenly said, "I can’t completely purify that necromantic energy, but I might be able to stop it from spreading further."

The Redwood King’s eyes lit up, eagerly asking, "Are you sure?"

"I’m not sure,"

Luo De shook his head,

"But,"

Luo De said as he raised his hand, a vibrant green seed appearing in his palm.

"If you’re willing to try."

Luo De gazed into the Redwood King’s eyes, "There might still be hope."

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...

Much later.

The door of the room on the second floor was pushed open, Luo De came out first, and the Redwood King slowly followed.

The Redwood King’s face was still pale, his steps slow, but couldn’t hide the smile on his face.

Lilaard quickly rushed up to support his king upon seeing this.

"Are you alright, Your Majesty!"

Lilaard asked with full concern.

"Very well."

The Redwood King waved slightly, turning his head to Luo De,

"Emperor, I’ll have my people retreat and abandon those unimportant towns."

The Redwood King’s address for Luo De made Lilaard widen his eyes, but he understood the occasion wasn’t appropriate for further questions.

"Yes, humans are the source of ghouls, don’t give them a chance."

Luo De nodded, instructing, "And all those corpses, burn them all, clean up properly."

"My army will be dispatched soon, you need to arrange the Redwood Kingdom’s army to cooperate."

Luo De looked at the Redwood King, speaking solemnly, "While ensuring proper defense, the people from those surrounding duchies need to be rescued and taken away as well."