Novel & Cerita Emperor Of Evil

Xiao Chen sensed that the evil emperor was now far stronger than when they had first met. “Hahaha, don’t give me that look. You’re strong too—you’ve managed to reach the emperor level now. The difference is… you can still contain the surging qi within your body, whereas I… huf…” Xiao Chen understood why the Evil Emperor had risen so quickly; indeed, the Evil Emperor had always been a genius. Even Xiao Chen’s own father acknowledged that the Evil Emperor was an extraordinary genius in the Xiwang world. It was just that there was a rule that could not be broken, so the Evil Emperor had been held back at the previous level. And once freed from those restrictive rules… the Evil Emperor was final

What mattered was this: I hadn’t burned him. I hadn’t collapsed under him. I had built beyond him. And in the end— That was the real empire.

"Why? You actually gave up your title as Crown Prince for this tramp. Are you trying to drive me mad? If it weren't for her, would you have tried to elope? Is that how you repay your father and me, who've invested so much in you?" Under her relentless questioning, Dorian was left speechless with shame. Just then, the sound of footsteps approached from behind. "You ungrateful son! Since you're willing to give up your title for this woman, then I'll grant your wish." "Your Majesty, no! Dorian was just temporarily misled. Please give him another chance!" Empress Victoria immediately fell to her knees, begging for mercy. Emperor Roland glanced at his rebellious son, who showed no sign of remorse

"The Emperor of Corceigea Empire, Leonardo Kartan Crossus." Finesia flinched a bit as her lips parted, she doesn't know what Jeneva is talking about. Hearing Leonardo's name from someone's mouth makes her envious, it feels something wrong deep inside her. "I don't exactly understand, who is this Emperor you're talking about?" she asked. Jeneva trembles just by saying the Emperor's name. "The Emperor who fought the Divine Dragon alone in Grisaia and tamed it. He's not just a powerful man but an immortal born from a Goddess's blood."

I could feel her hesitation in her voice. " We can argue later. Hit me on my head. " I said to her. " You can pretend. " She said. " He is Duante Rego, The Mafia Emperor. He will easily get this. " I heard footsteps increasing, " He's coming. Do it fast. Give both guns to Duante. You know the summary. " I said. She nodded and hit me with the back of the gun on my head. I felt hot red blood, dripping down. It got black all of a sudden as I hit the ground.

He pointed at Lord Kenny Bred; his voice trembled as he said, “How dare you talk to me like that! You have deceived and offended me! You defied me! Men, take him down! Take him…” The Emperor was so angry that he looked like a mad man. He was the emperor—a position high above everyone else. Everyone had to respect him! Lord Kenny was nothing but a fugitive, yet he pointed his fingers at him. How horrible of him! “Take him down! Take him down! Take that traitor down!” The New World Emperor yelled as his face paled. However, his people—Sloan, Leonardo, and others—were utterly exhausted at that moment. How would they have the energy to deal with Lord Kenny Bred?

“I think Daunator was extremely evil before he became demonic and has probably been terrorizing since he was a little Vampire baby running around in diapers.” An image of the emperor from Star Wars popped into my head as I’d always imagined that was what Daunator must look like, with his alabaster face and a long black robe. I could envision a baby version running around like Christian had said and started giggling. “As if he wasn’t an old dude when he was changed,” I muttered. If he wasn’t, it made little sense that he’d choose to represent himself that way now, but then, he was probably powerful enough to look like whatever he wanted to.

He wouldn’t allow himself to be swayed by such emotions. At least, that was what he told himself. But as he watched the branches bow to the wind’s embrace, he wasn’t so sure anymore. How was it that he could be ruthless enough to run a mafia empire, to kill without hesitation, yet be blind to the simplest truth—that he cared? How had he not realized that his lies and manipulations would only lead to his downfall? That he would lose the one person who had ever cared about him, leaving him utterly, irrevocably alone?

The emperor shrieked and ran towards the direction of Santi. Santi smirked. He placed both of his hands on his waist as he raised his chin. "Well, I did it. Weren't I amazing?" Santi said haughtily as his imaginary tail shot up in the sky. "Bastard! I'd kill you!" The emperor roared in rage and tried to attack him. When… "Hey," Lorenzo unexpectedly called the emperor, "I was already pissed that you manipulated this little kid. Yet you still had the gall to be mad at Santi by freeing the kid that you exploited?"