Chen Qing waved his hand, "Bring the wine!"
Bowls of wine were delivered to the Dragon Cavalry about to depart. Chen Qing raised his bowl high, "Gentlemen, on the journey to the Netherworld, travel well!"
The leading Dragon Cavalry undead drank the wine in one gulp, "A promise from Lord Wen, worth its weight in gold!"
"I trust Lord Wen!"
"Now that my wife and children are properly cared for, there are no more worries!"
He shattered the bowl in his hand, a tear falling from his eye, "I only regret, only regret my lack of strength, my inability to witness the day Lord Wen ascends the throne!"
With that, he boldly drew a gun, thrusting it through his barrel and into his beating heart.
Boom!
In an instant, he turned to dust, blown away by the wind.
The Dragon Cavalry undead, after their final farewells, took their own lives, one by one.
Chen Qing felt a slight stir in his heart. In the battle for the Death Realm, I must win!
