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No one could say for certain. Besides that, on the mammoth-sized beasts to Lynn's left and right sat four more Zago generals. Judging from their auras, Chase determined these Zago generals, Lynn included, were all at least stage-three martial god kings or above. Then, there was the middle faction—the Great Emerald Empire. Their army consisted of obviously human forces. This time, the Great Emerald Empire's Jaxon had brought all three, no, all four of his princes.

They hired out the dirty work, looking the other way. But Kade Sinclair never took his eye off the target, and he never surrendered control. The more delicate, the more dangerous, the more difficult an operation, the closer he was to the action. That’s how you kept a firm grip on what you built. That’s how you succeeded. Power was not a thing you could deputize out. Power didn’t work like that. Power was lives and livelihoods in your hands. He knew he was not a good man. He had never aspired or pretended to be. He was what he was: an apex predator.

Minos said. "You're telling the story wrong." "I'm trying to make a point, so can you just, listen?" Cassana shrugged. She seemed to know where Minos was going. "So, after a hundred years of subjugation, after suffering under the tyrannical rule of the evil god Eon, the humans finally rose up and fought back, under the leadership of Markelus." "There we go..." Cassana quipped. "Battle raged on across the continent, until finally, Markelus faced off with Eon. He drove his sword to the tyrant's heart, and killed him. Henceforth he became known as the Godslayer, and his weapon, the-"

Alexander caught her . “What did it say?” She didn’t answer at first. Then, quietly: “It’s a choice. One or the other. I can’t have both.” He stared at her, jaw clenched. “Then we change the ending.” But the ending had already begun. In the shadows beyond the vault, someone was watching them. Not a ghost, not a keeper. But a man with a sigil burned into his wrist—the Broken Flame, long thought dead. A rogue faction of the old society.

Winnie was an Ancestral God and should have many means to fight and survive. James did not want to believe Winnie would sacrifice her life to kill the last three Heaven’s Adjudicators. “Huff.” James took a deep breath. After learning that Thea might still be alive, James felt a little bit better. He looked at Xandros and said, “The position of the Human Race’s Lord isn’t rightfully yours.” Xandros did not reply, but a Grand Emperor immediately stepped forward. The man was relatively powerful and was a Fourth Heaven Grand Emperor.

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.

After his two subordinates left, the white-haired man’s smile grew even more pleased; this time, even though he had failed on his journey, he had gained a major advantage—his fifth concubine, who had received a direct blessing from their god and become a saint in their faith. “This world will soon fall into ruin, and that is when my god will appear to resolve everything. As for you, Dragon Emperor—you who couldn’t even kill my master—you can’t defeat him, especially now that you’re gone. Who can stop my god?” The white-haired man spoke, eagerly anticipating the day when the awaited god would emerge and destroy this wretched world. How long had he waited for this day to come? How long had he

To be honest, facing such Super Power, even I were a little bit reluctant to say that I can win, even if I throw Nuclear bomb at the Empire several times, I doubt that it can make a dent on their vast land. But one thing that is good about the Empire is that they were very hostile to the Church of Light religion, as they openly worshiped their own belief, which is the God Emperor, that is right they worshiped the emperor as if he was the god himself. Egoistic and most definitely full of themself, if I might say, but then again I don’t really blame them after all, it was the Monarch decision to shape his society to the mold that he desires. But another matter that made me worry about the Batt