Chapter 39 Witness the Fall of the Black Emperor!
Chapter 39 Witness the Fall of the Black Emperor!
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From a secular perspective, a successful revolution requires timing, military strength, and a sufficiently corrupt system. Although the royal power system has been thriving for more than two thousand years from the beginning of the Fourth Epoch to the Fifth Epoch, Emperor Roselle has already proven to the world with the blood of the Sauron royal family that seemingly eternal things are not truly indestructible.
The sharp edge of words in the meeting is ultimately no match for the clash of real swords. The devout believers want to overthrow the throne that has lost the support of the gods. The archbishop of the Eternal Sun Church, the highest deacon of the Steam Church, and the demigods and half-humans were discussing whether some of the systems in the latest code of the Intis Empire were not reasonable enough, whether they paid too much attention to people and disrespected the gods, but the next second, the emperor, tired of the pretense, took the initiative to tear apart the hypocritical peace. The talks have collapsed! The first note of the movement of destruction sounded, and the omen of destruction and the undercurrent of disharmony finally brewed mature fruits.
The angry sun poured down on the most supreme palace in the world, and then even God welcomed dusk.
The entire Intis was a little darker at this moment, while the White Maple Palace was so bright that it seemed as if the sun had fallen to the ground. Light fell from the sky, turning into spears and arrows, but the laws distorted their trajectories and they fell into the shadows. The ground rumbled, and occasionally there was the metallic sound of mechanical gears running. A few minutes later, a fire suddenly broke out in a corner. The sound of gunfire, shouting, and metal colliding quickly spread the atmosphere of panic.
"Someone set fire outside the Hôtel des Princes!"
"The inner hall is on fire! Guards! Guards! Come quickly, put out the fire!"
Edward reached out to stop a guard who was running anxiously, and asked him naturally: "Aren't you going to join the battle?"
"My Lord Earl, what are you talking about?" The guard's face showed genuine panic and confusion, and then his expression became calm and experienced. He stared at the person in front of him with eyes that turned deep and old in the blink of an eye, and laughed, "Of course I will participate, but the best time for me has not yet come, isn't it the same for you?"
"Dealing with Adam is a very laborious task. To be honest, His goal has been half accomplished. I really don't want to support His Majesty."
The devil naturally had no virtue of loyalty. Abandoning his old friend and boss was just a matter of words, and he didn't even raise an eyebrow.
Zaratul pondered the truth of this sentence, secretly speculating on how much strength the Abyss Angel had left, and what unimaginable means he had used to defeat the virtual personality of Provisional Sequence One in the spiritual world. He did not answer rashly, and the two angels raised their heads at the same time, their sights piercing through the clouds and the curtain called the sky, reaching straight up into the vast starry sky.
The blinding sunlight surrounded the dark throne. Even though time and space were distorted, some light occasionally penetrated the Black Emperor's domain. The torrent of knowledge surged in the astral world, and along with all kinds of mysteries from the old days, it left a conceptual imprint in the sky that could not be completely dissipated within a hundred years. All kinds of bizarre star trajectories emerged in the sky. It is conceivable that future mystics and astronomers would frown at the record of this day. The rules were also rewritten, and His words became a brand new code of law here. Those who have not yet become true gods are still a long way from being true gods, not to mention that there is a life gap of more than a thousand years between them.
Roselle went to the astral realm. He should know that the "Emperor" is the most invincible existence only when he stands on the earth.
It seems that He still has His sanity.
The "Black Emperor" is the embodiment of rule and the maker of laws. The people who submit to him are the units that make up his body, and the cities are his internal organs. The emperor's majesty flows in the bones and blood of his subjects. The army marches on the road, just like blood rushing in the veins, radiating the emperor's reputation from the throne to the edge of the earth. When everything is condensed by a certain law, he is the truly unique "Black Emperor"! Even if Roselle has not really taken that step yet, he is definitely not far away.
The Decayed King thought quietly, analyzing the situation from the dark: Roselle tried to escape the influence of pollution by dying, but he didn't know that the pollution of the Fallen Mother Goddess could not be washed away by a single fall; Roselle still had a conscience, and took the initiative to leave the earth, not wanting his death and fighting to spread the pollution on the earth, and the gods were happy to see it.
The people of the Sauron family rushed in during the chaos. They had planned this in advance. The noble people were panicked and looked gloomy.
Edward saw a familiar face among them, but he was not going to pay attention to it. He was waiting for his target.
Suddenly, He felt an imperceptible force falling on Him, and the Decayed King immediately reached out and grasped this ethereal feeling. He followed this fleeting connection and looked into the distance, and saw a blond priest in white writing in a notebook in his hand with a calm smile in a park that was very different from Intis. Then, before the priest cast a doubtful look at Him, He withdrew his gaze.
Adam.
It's Adam again.
Why is it always you?
The King of Decay easily avoided Adam's inspection by virtue of his status. He uttered a sigh, and obvious impatience emerged in his emotions and thoughts. Then, He disappeared, spiraled down the steps in the void of consciousness, and entered the most hidden bottom layer that even dreamers could hardly detect. Adam was ready to influence the Angel of the Abyss. In order to be able to act according to the other party's script most naturally, the King of Decay decided to condescend to play with Him.
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The Black Emperor sits on the throne, his huge figure like a giant tower connecting heaven and earth. His figure is dark and deep, and in his shadow floats disordered chaos and distorted laws. He is not a god yet, but he is undoubtedly an emperor. The frenzied torrent of knowledge, the eyes that peek into the truth, and the shadow of order together constitute his mythological form. He overlooks his kingdom on earth from the clouds far away from the dust, and his throne is at the same height as the sun.
Russell remained calm and composed. He calculated how long he could hold on, but his goal was not to survive but to die.
The God of Steam and Machinery was watching for opportunities from afar, and from time to time, he provided some support and protection to the Eternal Sun. Bonova disappeared first, and Roselle almost let the pollution in his body burst out prematurely because he could not control his anger after just one look at the Perfect Land.
While He was dealing with the Eternal Sun and the God of Steam and Machinery, the war among the angels on the ground also began.
"The Abyss Angel won the spiritual battle, which also caused problems with his mental state. This is reasonable."
"The Holy Light Angels of the Eternal Blazing Sun Church have arrived. They already have grudges and hatred for each other. The promotion ceremony requires that their judgment is not as good as before. Therefore, the demons did not leave immediately, but hid and looked for opportunities to kill each other. This is also reasonable."
"Zaratul can feel the twists of fate."
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The angel of the Eternal Blazing Sun Church had already started fighting with the remaining saints under Emperor Roselle, but excluding himself, the highest theoretical combat power at present had not shown any sign of resistance, and had already stepped into his own domain, the simulated illusory abyss. But Zaratul could feel that the other party had not gone far, but was circling around, not caring about the loss of those saints, just waiting for an opportunity.
Zaratul frowned and immediately understood something. He slightly opened his clenched right fist, hesitating whether to use the spiritual thread.
Benjamin Abraham was struggling to hold on, relying on the seal and the ability to open the door to repeatedly shuttle through the spirit world to avoid fatal attacks, but defeat would not last long. The Holy Light Angel pierced through the saint who was blocking His way with a sword, and looked at him with eyes full of light. Just one glance, Benjamin was like being hit hard, twitching violently and spitting out two mouthfuls of blood. He lost the ability to think in an instant, and could only watch the angel raise the sword again, ready to kill him too!
The Holy Light Angel drew his sword again, but at this moment, a strong wind came from behind him, and a huge black shadow spread its wings in the strong wind, and its bloodstained black and red claws went straight to the back of the Holy Light Angel. He, he, they all heard an indescribable roar, violent and weird, and all kinds of hallucinations appeared uncontrollably in front of their eyes, and they instantly fell into the scene they feared the most!
"what!"
The illusory muttering of the full moon seemed to echo in Benjamin Abraham's ears. He fell to the ground in pain, scratching his cheek frantically.
The Holy Light Angel paused for only half a second. He praised the sun loudly. The sunlight on his side seemed to have turned into a physical blade, floating up and spinning around him, peeling off the scales, flesh, and bone spurs from the demon's body like a meat grinder. But the pain was nothing to the murderous demon. He did not stop, and despite the increasingly serious injuries, he forced his blade claws to cut off the opponent's ribs. His sharp fingertips almost touched the strong beating heart. The failure to reveal the mythical creature form in time made the Holy Light Angel lose the initiative, but he was not afraid. He twisted his body suddenly, breaking the opponent's wrist bone with a "crackling" sound. Filthy words continued to utter, and negative effects such as "death", "chaos", and "fear" never stopped. Most of them were blocked by the Holy Light Angel's chanting and blessings, but a few still fell on him. His sword also plowed deep scars on the demon's body, and the blood, flesh and bones that fell in the brief fight were also burned by the golden flames. After a brief drift, they turned into extremely hot light rain that fell down.
The light of the Sun Path is the nemesis of all evil, ghosts and filth. The Holy Light Angel flew lightly like a falcon, cutting off the root bones of the bat wings, causing the huge wings to droop helplessly. The demon's blood boiled into red steam, and anything that came into contact with it instantly derived demonic characteristics. Soon, the Holy Light Sword pierced through the chest and nailed it to a building, leaving only the hilt outside, and the demon's body burned with dazzling golden flames.
"Got you, demon."
A cruel smile appeared on the devil's hideous face: "No, I finally caught you."
The corpse closest to them suddenly opened its eyes! The spiritual lines that had been lurking before were no longer hidden. They twisted and moved forward, like snakes, and pounced on the two entangled angels. But at the moment when those dark lines were about to touch the Holy Light Angel, they suddenly turned around and pounced on Edward! The front end of the spiritual line pierced into the body of the demon. Just a dozen minutes ago, this body had just become Zaratul's secret puppet once. He was very confident that he could control the other party instantly!
He chose to help Adam.
In a park in a foreign country, Adam calmly prepared to put an end to his life.
The demon's eyes quickly lost their luster, and the claws that had almost crushed the Holy Light Angel's heart froze, then gradually loosened, while the Sword of Light pierced deeper into his vitals, piercing through his back. However, at this moment, a word slowly uttered from his throat:
"destiny!"
It was a spell! But what kind of spell it was was still unknown. Zaratul immediately raised his alert, and saw that the next moment all the lines of his spirit body lost control, pulled away from Edward's body, and fell on the Holy Light Angel at a faster speed. In a blink of an eye, the Holy Light Angel showed symptoms of sluggish thinking and slow reaction. The situation changed in an instant, and he fell into a disadvantage - it was the "Luck Stealer" spell! Using the Time Worm as the raw material, it exchanged the fate of each other!
Before Zaratul could do anything, the demon pounced on him and bit off the part of the Holy Light Angel above the waist.
The body was torn apart, but the angel was not going to die immediately, so the broken claws grabbed His falling body and put it into his mouth. The sharp teeth that were interlaced like spears suddenly closed like a gate, and Zaratul clearly heard the sound of bones cracking and short screams. The angel-level demon's terrifying mouth had a bite force comparable to that of a dragon, and instantly turned the hostile angel's body into meat paste mixed with bone residue and swallowed it down.
Adam's hand holding the pen suddenly stopped in the air, as if the writer had lost his creative inspiration.
After killing the enemy, the demon fell backwards suddenly, gradually losing all its inhuman characteristics in mid-air, and when it landed, it had turned into a normal human appearance. Edward Vaughn let his shattered body roll on the ground twice, and the huge burn on his abdomen had a tendency to spread outward. Suddenly, he sat up suddenly and stared at Zaratul.
Zaratul disappeared from the spot in an instant.
So Edward fell down again - or rather, He was actually the "Decay King". Adam's influence did cause some confusion in the consciousness of "Edward Vaughan", so He imprisoned him at a critical moment and sent him to the depths of his consciousness, and released him after he became normal. If He did not take over the body, He would never be able to make the final counterattack, and everything would be as Adam wished.
He lay on his back, covered in blood, looking at the sky.
"Hey." He was bored, "Why isn't Russell dead yet?"
Ever since he supported Roselle to become the Black Emperor, the gods hiding in human skin have been waiting to see how the great Archon Gustav would destroy himself. ——It doesn't seem so bad now. The decadent king thought, although I have never been a subordinate god, I have been a minister many times. The most efficient way to destroy a king is to let him have everything he wants.
Look, Your Majesty! You wanted to expand your territory, so I offered you victory and a quiet city. You wanted more power, so I fulfilled your wish without hesitation. Money, glory, and capital for foreign wars, I gave you everything you wanted. Is it my fault that you died miserably and were deserted by your friends? Of course not! Although this was undoubtedly a gift from the devil, are you an innocent human being who gladly accepted it?
Only about two minutes had passed, but the Black Emperor of the Star Realm was already showing signs of decline. The Eternal Sun, who had been careless and had caused his angel to be devoured, finally showed his rage. He no longer wore away Roselle's spirituality in a steady manner, but launched a violent attack like a storm. The God of Steam and Machinery remained in a lukewarm state, but had no intention of letting Roselle leave alive.
At this moment, the time had come, and Roselle's movements suddenly stopped for a moment. His chest split open, revealing a blood-red full moon!
Russell was powerless to suppress the pollution in himself. The sun was at its brightest, and the clouds in the sky began to burn, allowing the Decayed King to dig out a passage from the Bible from Edward Vaughan's memory: "... the sun had risen, and the Lord rained sulfur and fire from the Lord out of heaven on Sodom and Gomorrah..."
He could not remember what happened next, and he was too lazy to think. He continued to watch this brilliant and great destruction quietly, watching the flames break through the distorted laws and shadows, devouring the torrent of knowledge and star tracks to engulf Roselle without making any sound. Flames of tens of thousands of degrees burned fiercely, violent shock waves swept across the star realm, and the barriers of space trembled slightly. As long as a trace of spirituality leaked out, dozens of kilometers of the material world would be turned into charcoal.
The black figure wearing a crown and armor also became a silhouette in the flames, as if blown away by the wind, and disappeared. The death of the emperor should be so solemn and grand, reminiscent of the murals of the fallen gods, or the towers connected to the sky and then overturned.
The voice of the lamp genie suddenly sounded in his ears, reminding him to fulfill his promise quickly. The decadent king was annoyed by the noise and hung up the call.
Regardless of the rage of the lamp spirit in the spiritual world, the Decayed King sat up from his own pool of blood and rushed to see Roselle for the last time. He was originally looking forward to Roselle's death and had been very interested since before the opening, but after watching it, he immediately felt like he didn't want to move. He always lacked interest in things that were about to die.
He found Roselle, who had not yet been burned, in the ruins of the side hall. He carried the concept of "burning" that came directly from the sun, which was much more refined than the fire set by the hunters. The fire had already engulfed the house, and its footsteps kept spreading into the distance. Roselle fell to the ground. He was not dead yet, but his body was covered with burn marks and large and small red cracks, like the changing phases of the moon, like a blinking eye. The pollution of the fallen mother goddess would not let him go, and would chase him into the grave.
How can a sinful soul sleep peacefully! Roselle Gustave, the calamity moon has long left a fatal stain on your soul. You want to die, but you don't know that you can never be resurrected smoothly as you wish.
Perhaps it was because of his frankness, the still-living Roselle moved his eyelids and looked at him—first alert, then suddenly confused, and finally Roselle's eyes suddenly turned into deep shock and disbelief.
"You..." He temporarily recovered his lost memory under the influence of pollution, and recalled the mocking look, "It's... you!"
“Yes, it was me.” The Decayed King admitted it generously. He even leaned down and said quickly and lightly, “Thank you for your suspicion and performance. Now, Roselle, go to hell. You will not be able to be resurrected successfully.”
After saying this, He completely lost interest in the Black Emperor, and even stood up and left without waiting for the Beyonder’s characteristics to emerge (it would be useless to take him away anyway, Adam had suffered a great loss this time, and would definitely come to cause trouble). He stood up, closed his eyes, and opened them again, as if he had experienced a deep sleep, and a smile reappeared on His face, and he turned back into “Edward Vaughn”.
TBC
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*Suddenly I found that some of the recommendation votes came from QQ Reading. It was like a new discovery, but there were no comments on QQ Reading.
*Decline: You're next, Zaratul!
Zaratul: Damn it... (Teleports away
Decline:? Roar, you're not taking advantage of the situation, you're just running away, then let's stay a little further away... (falls down)
(End of this chapter)