CHAPTER 399: CHAPTER 330: SKY SAGE (PLEASE SUBSCRIBE)

Amidst the relentless bombardment by the Elves, the upper echelons of the Empire had completely collapsed.

They gathered in front of the Imperial Palace, demanding that Emperor Pedeplos let them out.

Such a frantic demand, how could it be permitted.

Emperor Pedeplos looked angrily at these foolish individuals, some were even Imperial Relatives, others related to him by marriage.

"Let you out? Under these circumstances! How could I let you out?

Look at the power and density of the bombardment!

If the Barrier closes for even half a second, the entire Imperial City would vanish!

We, too, would all lose our lives!"

One of the nobles shouted loudly: "Your Majesty, at this point, there’s no need for you to pretend anymore.

I don’t believe that as Emperor, you haven’t prepared any means of escape?

Did the Pedeplos Family not secretly construct a Teleportation Array in the Imperial Palace?

Don’t take us for fools!

And don’t think of sneaking away and leaving us here to die!

If you are leaving, let’s go together!

If you don’t want to leave, at least let us go!"

The others echoed these sentiments, clearly everyone was thinking the same thing.

Emperor Pedeplos was furious but helpless.

There indeed was a Teleportation Array in the Imperial Palace, but now where could they go?

If they stayed, perhaps they could have a dignified end in full view of everyone.

If they sneaked out and were caught outside, they might end up dying miserably in a gutter.

A king, should at least have a dignified exit.

Unfortunately, the nobles below did not think this way.

Due to the domestic environment, these individuals had more or less some connection to the Truth Workshop.

According to the Holy Light Church’s rules, their lives would definitely be forfeit, and their assets confiscated.

Previously, they might have fantasized about impunity or the blessing of the Goddess.

But now, no one dared to harbor such lucky thoughts.

That man, that wretched creature called Holy Sin! The creator of the Blood-colored Holy Arrival Day!

He would definitely be ruthless and ensure none escaped!

In such circumstances, what else were they waiting for if not to flee?

They were not part of the Imperial Family, even if they fled, they believed the Holy Light Church’s pursuit wouldn’t be too intense.

As long as they were willing to spend money, they could still buy back their lives.

Even if they had to live as ordinary civilians or merchants for the rest of their lives, it was better than losing their lives here.

Sadly, it seemed Emperor Pedeplos had no intention of letting them go.

"There is indeed a Transmission Array in the Imperial Palace, but it can’t be used now. Even if it could teleport, it would only be enough for two or three people at a time.

But you all..."

Emperor Pedeplos gazed at the dense crowd before the Imperial Palace, suddenly feeling melancholic.

Thousands of people!

There were so many parasites in the Empire, so many leeches draining its blood!

They were all insatiable, committing all kinds of evils, exerting every means to oppress the people of their own country...

And I, am their accomplice and leader.

At that moment, Emperor Pedeplos felt self-loathing like never before.

Perhaps, the end of this country wasn’t such a bad thing.

Emperor Pedeplos shook his head and turned to look in the direction behind him.

"Master Mort, Master Mort! Quickly think of a way! In this situation, what are you waiting for?

Where is your teacher? The Sky Sage?

That Divine you claim to be greater and mightier than the Holy Light Goddess?

If you don’t call them out now, what are you waiting for?

Hey! Impudent Mage! I am talking to you!"

Seeing that the other party remained unresponsive, Emperor Pedeplos grew angry.

Speaking of which, the Mages of the Tower of Truth had played a significant role in driving the Empire to this point!

Now, at this moment, they still dared to show off to him!

Unbelievable! What audacity!

Emperor Pedeplos turned around and walked up to Master Mort, reaching out to grab the other’s hood.

"Damn it! Respond to me!"

However, when he grabbed the hood, he felt a sticky, damp sensation. An acrid stench then assaulted his senses as the black robe fell to the ground, oozing with putrid fluid.

"What is this!"

Before Emperor Pedeplos could comprehend the situation, his fingers that touched the fluid began to rot rapidly, and in no time he turned into a mass of putrid fluid like a spoiled fruit.

Such a bizarre and terrifying scene left the nobles outside the palace stunned with wide eyes and gaping mouths.

"Ahhhhh!"

One of the noblewomen let out a piercing scream and turned to run. Unfortunately, she tripped after only a few steps, dragging her large jewelry box down with her.

The horrifying aura spread through the crowd, and before long, others were also reduced to putrid fluid.

An invisible aura permeated the air, soon turning everyone in the Imperial Palace into foul-smelling pus.

Apparently, satisfied with the quantity, the fluid began to coalesce under the control of an unseen force, forming a putrid Array in the square before the palace.

The silhouette of an old man gradually emerged, becoming increasingly solid.

Finally, as the fluid dried up, his corporeal body was completed.

"Mort, my good disciple. Thank you for all you’ve given, allowing me the chance to be revived."