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I blinked my eyes hard, trying to see any resemblance between the Emperor and Dante. Dante looked like he was personally sculpted by the god of beauty, but his father seemed to have been trolled by the same god. The Emperor's nose was fat, round, and reddish; his salty grey beard was longer than my hair. A sparkling gold crown with a huge ruby in the centre adorned his mass of dry grey hair. Next, I studied his clothes. He was wearing a red cloak, black silk tunic and trousers, with gold armour and red leather boots.

"Human Beings, you are very strong!" Rank 2 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm Dark Races stared at Lucas. ... Lucas slowly said to the Rank 2 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm Dark Races in front of him, "I am just so-so." While Rank 2 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm Dark Races was talking, Lucas had already called Apocalyptic Legion back to his side and put Apocalyptic Legion into Lucas to integrate zombies later. Rank 2 Ultimate Emperor Ranked Realm Dark Races naturally didn't expect that Lucas would be so calm in front of him. He couldn't help but look indifferent.

Ren said in a low voice as he gestured for Shin to remain still. “It is all going as planned. I won’t meet with the representative, so please give these terms from the Emperor of the Flame Dragon Empire to the representative. If he agrees to all the terms, we will cease this war and retreat at once,” Ren stated emotionlessly, handing the young soldier a scroll bearing the empire’s crest. “Yes, Your Highness,” the messenger replied stiffly. “I’ll go along to meet the representative. Ren, you stay here with the guards…” Shin said as he followed the messenger.

She was a colossal sea fortress, four hundred feet long, featuring three massive iron towers that glowed with a terrifying, pulsating crimson light. High upon the central tower of the Blood Crown stood Emperor Malakor himself. His armour was terrifying, crimson scaled plate armour that looked like it was made from crystallised blood. Black shadow-feathers draped in a shroud over his broad shoulders, his face concealed behind a silver mask carved like a screaming daemon. In his right hand, he held a massive six-foot staff topped with a glowing, blood-red orb that pulsed in rhythm with the oceanic tide.

Whilst I was reading the report files on the information’s that has been gathered by the tortured and interrogated Assassin from the Spider. One thing that that stood out to me, and it has been bothering me quite a lot, like wood splinter under my skin. The fact that why the Emperor himself ordered his assassin to go an fetch him the Troll King Blood. The Emperor Sladin Kobul the 5th, Emperor of the Battle Star Empire, in his early days he was known to be battle maniac that waged war in order to measure his power and strength, whilst expanding his empire. A ruthless man, not the brightest, but he was surrounded by his capable ministers, supporters and many nobles. Not to mention he was an im

The Four Emperor from Dragon Clan, Slay Clan, River Clan and Drain Clan has a guest with them, there are three people by each Clan's. The Five Emperor entered the golden gate as they all walk in highly. The Emperor of Dragon Clan which is the Empress, is named Zenneth. The Slay Clan's Emperor is Zerges, the brother of The Emperor in Claw Clan and Zerzus. The Drain Clan's Emperor is Fictov and lastly, The name of the Emperor of River Clan is Avesher. There is only one Empress in the Five of them and the rest of the four is all Emperor's. Zelia look at them and slightly bow her head. The Four Emperor already start walking to the Meeting Hall.

In the past, Tyr had always had the confidence to face anyone, but this time, there was nothing. There was no foundation. That was to say that Andraste was so powerful that Tyr couldn’t see through him. So, Tyr suspected that ninety-nine percent of the time, he would be no match for Andraste. This was the true strength of one of the Four Emperors of the Celestial Empire. The atmosphere of the overall scene instantly grew odd.

A ring of fire hung in the heavens—a black sun surrounded by a corona of burning white. The light in the room was strange, washing everything in grayscale. In the center of the room stood the God-Shell. It was finished. Fifty feet tall. Black iron armor plates etched with glowing red runes. It looked like a knight built for a titan. The chest cavity was open, revealing a seat lined with neural spikes. Standing before it was the Emperor. He wasn't in his exoskeleton. He was wearing ceremonial robes of white and gold. He looked frail, tiny against the backdrop of the machine and the dying sun.

"I'm not sure." Eric's frown deepened as he thought about the previous emperor. His grandfather, the mighty Theo Thompson who led the war, fought alongside the other clans against the Demon and Fallen clan. Through the one hundred years of battle, he finally chopped off the head of the Demon clan and won the war. Thus, crowning him as the Emperor, and the Dragon Empire was forged. Eric frowned and said, "Tell him I'm busy." "Ah... Prince Eric." "What is it?" "The Emperor also summon Miss Samantha Wild as well."

He pointed to the flying ship in the distance and said respectfully, "Immortal Emperor Antiquity, these people are traitors from Earth. The people on the ship are all from the Immortals. They want to sneak into Earth and nibble away at Earth step by step. Fortunately, I found out and was about to kill them to warn the world." "The Immortals?" The Immortal Emperor Antiquity looked at the flying ship. His whole body was filled with terrifying anger. Back then, they had fought with the Immortal Emperors of various races in the starry sky. He had been seriously injured and fallen into a deep slumber on a nameless star. The Immortal Emperor Antiquity hated the Immortals very much. "All the people