Novel & Cerita The Emperor Of Man

With every word, his voice grew rougher, until it was almost a choke. "I know 'sorry' is useless," he went on. "I know you have a new life, a new world. But Flora... please. Give me one chance. Just one chance to make up for what I did." I listened silently, a storm of emotions churning inside me. This man, once as proud as an emperor, was now standing before me, utterly broken. "What kind of chance?" I asked. He clenched his fists, his whole body trembling slightly. "Come home and see," he said, his voice almost a prayer. "Just once. Come back to the manor."

A faint sense of nobility circulated around him. It was a genuine aura of nobility, the kind of presence that seemed to reign over the world. If an ordinary person were to stand before him, they might not even dare to lift their gazes. The man was indeed the current emperor of the Dragon Dynasty—Emperor Fraener Drayke. Standing beside him was an old eunuch, and he looked at the emperor with a gaze full of concern. "Your Majesty, please don't stand here waiting. Be careful not to catch a cold."

The emperor asked as his sparkled, and he added mockingly and smirking, "You can't even last long under the blazing sun." The empire was founded a hundred years ago. It wasn't the start of civilization, but it was the start of order and a systematic way of living. Royalty is at the top.The emperor won't bow down to experimental creatures that cease to exist, even if their necks separate from their bodies. These bloodsucking creatures were the result of humans attempting to create miracles, divine power, and alchemy. It amazes Aesthelia to witness someone who won't cower at the threat of another powerful yet evil being. The emperor looked menacingly but at the same time calmly.

Whatever, and he didn't care about that unimportant person. Not only that, the abundant and overflowing mana, that intentionally or not, unceasingly seeping out from the slender body which seemed harmless at first sight, yet he is more dangerous than the rest. In this regard, he is like the Emperor. Like father like son. Under the charming smile and dazzling eyes, people were attracted to them, unconsciously following him around, revering them with worshiping eyes. He should probably say the old Emperor. The current one is a gloomy person with a wicked mind.

He didn't know why Human Emperor was in such a hurry! "Human Emperor, I haven't seen you for many years, but I didn't expect that the Human Emperor of this generation would look like this... Well, after all, he's not a real descendant of the emperor, is he? He's just a guy who rebelled halfway. Those who don't know the truth might think he's an orthodox one, but in the end, he's not! Don't you think it's funny?"

The Ghostgator was basking in the moonlight when it suddenly jumped up and let out a deep growl. The old man lazily waved his hand. "Calm down. It's just an old friend visiting." A stream of light appeared before the old man. Then, it transformed into a man with soft features. "Duncan, I haven't seen you in decades. You look more handsome than ever." Duncan Mikkel, otherwise known as the Human Emperor, said nothing. He just sat down and stared at the old man.

As the Emperor came close ; Chelsea saw his face was working furiously , he looked nowhere jolly and the kind hearted Emperor she had known , instead his face was blotchy with purple spots making him look like a bad black current ice cream . " CLOVERS! " he roared and Chelsea along with her family had to take two steps back as spit was flying from the Emperor 's mouth as he spoke in fury " Clover! I thought I knew him - what I haven't done for that family ! Helped them run away away from Cannibals in war and settled them in here and this is what they returned to me ??,!"

And whenever he appeared, he always went for the strongest warrior available. “They say that he is here for the Cruel Emperor. I know the Lightning Emperor is strong and all, but I think the Cruel King may be too much for him” the eyes of the white man shone brightly when he said this. He may not have seen the Lightning King in action before because he was too young to be sent to such a place, but he had seen the Cruel Emperor battle numerous opponents. Never one had the Cruel Emperor looked like a man capable of losing in each of those fights he had seen. Each time the Cruel Emperor destroyed his opponents. He was a man who loved to torture and kill his enemies, hence his moniker. Rather th

However, my current mood and situation does not leave enough room for me to sympathize with other people. “I am an old man already. I want you to take over the throne as soon as possible, and more importantly, I want to see the face of my grandchild. You will do your duty and pick some women to bed in order to produce an heir!” the Emperor replied sternly. His words were final.

Was he not the child born of the power of Gini? Eric’s emerald green eyes averted to the man with a brown bushy mustache, who sat beside him. The man was laughing with some Drudge girl that danced on his laps. He didn’t know the man’s name. Names were forbidden in the Emperor’s court. It makes men become too informal, and informality was a disease that a strong empire should avoid. His father had said when asked why. Well, maybe that’s not everything there is to it. Emperor Ganto has a way of trying to hide things behind the other side of the curtain, but he always forgets that the wind blows sometimes, and when it blows, even the anus of a chicken could be seen. “That’s it, my dear. That’s