Help The Villainess Trapped in the Beast World's Drama (by Lotus Seeds) novel Chapter 538

Chapter 538: Chapter 509: Bad Guy, I’m Leaving

That delicate figure fell like a broken butterfly.

"Xiao Cui Hua!"

Necro’s whole body shook, and he hurriedly held the severely injured female.

She lay weakly in his arms, a large hole torn open in her chest, the weapon piercing straight into her heart, blood seeping out and staining her entire garment red.

Necro’s breath caught, his fingers trembling as they landed on her chest, wanting to pull out the weapon.

But the female spat out a mouthful of blood, weakly grabbing him with both hands, shaking her head, "No... it’s useless... don’t waste your strength..."

Necro watched this scene, his eyes growing redder.

The weapon had pierced her heart, and once it was removed, she would die instantly, beyond saving.

He felt the vitality leaving her body... no, he almost couldn’t feel it anymore!

Had it not been for Xiao Cui Hua, this blow would have struck him.

She had taken the fatal hit for him.

Necro’s Adam’s apple bobbed, his breath trembling, as he held her tightly, his voice bitter with sorrow, "Why are you so foolish? I told you not to follow... you didn’t have to do this..."

This was an emotion he’d never experienced, yet it pierced his heart like a blade, suffocating him more than any physical pain.

"They wanted to harm you... an ambush... you would have been hurt..." Whether from pain, sadness, or fear, the young female’s eyes brimmed with tears, her eyes red, making one’s heart ache, "You said you liked me, that you would be good to me... I, I didn’t want you to get hurt either..."

Amidst the excruciating pain and weakness, her voice grew softer, intermittent, indistinguishable.

Yet Necro heard every word clearly, his heart aching unbearably, "Don’t speak anymore, I’ll take you back, find the best doctors, and get you treated..."

The female shook her head, "They can’t cure me."

She only had a Basic Healing Ability, capable of treating ordinary wounds, powerless against such fatal injuries, unable even to save herself.

Necro knew well that her injuries were beyond saving.

As a Blood Clan rebel army commander, he had always held little reverence or fear of death, preferring to preserve the things he liked as moving skeletons, like specimens, to accompany him forever.

But now, watching the female gradually lose her vitality, Necro felt an indescribable heartache and bitterness, unwilling to let her become like that.

In her final moments, the female looked at him deeply with wet, red eyes, her fingertips lightly brushing his cheek, "Leader, can you promise me one thing..."

Her weak and tearful voice carried a plea, "Stop the war... my loved ones... the Empire’s people... wish for peace..."

She said, "I hate war."

This had always been her wish and request.

Necro held her hand, a tear sliding down from the corner of his eye, "Alright, I promise you!" 𝒻𝘳𝘦𝘦𝘸ℯ𝒷𝘯𝘰𝑣ℯ𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝘮

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