The air was frighteningly silent.
Only the sound of droppings falling could be heard.
The Undead Tribe warriors who had been eating and drinking in the prison suddenly felt a tinge of unease.
It was as if they slled a dangerous aura.
Even the Emperor felt a bit surprised.
Sutton had been painstakingly planning for thousands of years outside and still hadn’t found the key to the prison.
Yet it was in Bradwell Abernathy’s hands?
The fact that Bradwell Abernathy wasn’t dead had already left them in astonishnt.
Back then, Sutton himself launched a sneak attack.
Bradwell Abernathy drank poisoned wine, went blind, and was knocked off Mount Leopold.
Fell into the canyon.
Even Sutton brought Bradwell Abernathy’s shattered corpse back and personally inserted a blade capable of annihilating the Undead Tribe.
The Break Sky Knife.
Years later, the Break Sky Knife vanished.
Bradwell Abernathy’s grave was dug up.
Since then, Sutton started searching for the whereabouts of the Break Sky Knife.
Years later, it ended up in Jesse River’s hands, and finally landed in Julius Reed’s possession.
But the Emperor couldn’t care less about why Bradwell Abernathy was still alive now; he needed to figure out what’s going on with the key in Bradwell Abernathy’s hands!
They had even given up trying to open this cage.
In the past, the Emperor had infected Emperor Charlotte Grey with his murderous intent, infecting the officials within the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, attempting to overthrow Julius Reed through these people to obtain the prison key.
But everything failed.
Julius Reed stepped down four years ago, and Pendleton searched for a thousand years, all in vain.
Instead, soone who was once dead was standing in front of them with the key in his hand.
The Emperor could hardly imagine what would happen once Bradwell Abernathy opened the door.
"Why did you want to kill back then?" Bradwell Abernathy pulled out a second sword and inserted it into the second hole.
Creak!
The blade and the keyhole fit perfectly!
"It really is a key! Emperor, what should we do?"
The warriors inside the toilet were in an uproar internally.
Once the prison door opened, they knew better than anyone what would co next.
The death of Bradwell Abernathy was what everyone expected.
The Emperor didn’t want soone with too much rit, nor did the other warriors feel compliant!
It could be said that everyone present was a murderer.
There were no innocent people.
In the past, they desperately wanted this door to open.
Because it ant they could see the light of day again and end this dark, hopeless life.
Thousands of years ago, under the Emperor’s leadership, these people led a very comfortable life.
But a war directly reduced them to prisoners, locked in prison, eating and drinking.
But now.
The prison door was infinitely close to being opened, yet the people inside couldn’t feel happy.
Because they knew once Bradwell Abernathy opened this door, he wasn’t there to save them but to kill them.
What happened back then, the Emperor indeed went too far.
However, the king’s thods have always been ruthless.
Throughout history, it has been so.
To maintain his position and benefits, doing sothing slightly excessive is to be expected.
But now, Bradwell Abernathy didn’t seem interested in having a nice chat, nor did he have any obligation to understand them.
Revenge has no need for too many reasons.
"Emperor, what shall we do?"
"How about you try explaining it clearly to Abernathy, after all, we fought side by side once, maybe..."
"Silence!" The Emperor scolded sharply. "Maybe they’ll spare you? Don’t be naive! Abernathy has bottled up for a thousand years; his anger isn’t sothing I alone can dispel."
Looking at the slightly fearful subordinates around him, the Emperor sneered, "What? Have you eaten shit for so long in prison that your spirits have turned as flimsy as loosened excrent? Let tell you, today there are only two possibilities. We die, or he dies!"
The Undead Tribe lowered their heads, falling silent.
In the face of desperation, they wanted to cling to even a shred of hope.
But as the Emperor said.
Would Bradwell Abernathy spare them?
The incident back then involved everyone, none of them was innocent.
They could only pray that this prison door wasn’t so easily opened.
If it was truly opened, they stood no chance in a fight.
A group of people locked up for a thousand years with nothing good to eat or drink, how could they have any combat power?
It was just hanging on by a thread.
Crack!
The third sword was precisely inserted into the keyhole.
The smile on Bradwell Abernathy’s face grew more intense.
"I can’t see, but I can imagine the despair on your faces. This despair felt just like when I learned the truth back then. The one I fought for, struggled for, and was loyal to—why would they stab in the heart!"
"Just monts before, you were holding your wine cup, calling brother, but in the next mont, I went blind, forced to the peak of Mount Leopold by Sutton, and died in grief!"
"You even went so far as to sacrifice the Break Sky Knife to kill ."
"A thousand years of humiliation, Abernathy can never forget!"
Snap!
The fourth key was inserted by Abernathy!
Fifth key!
Sixth key!
Everyone’s hearts seed to stop beating at that mont.
The people of the Undead Tribe knew clearly that once the seventh key was inserted, they could basically declare their death.
"Can you tell how you survived before I die?" The Emperor raised his head, looking towards the door. "Sutton was loyal to and would never let you go, and I watched as the Break Sky Knife was plunged into your body. Abernathy, winners beco kings, but let die knowing why."
Abernathy couldn’t possibly still be alive!
The Emperor suspected it was a fake.
Back then, Abernathy was dead beyond doubt.
"Why should I let you die understanding?" Abernathy laughed. "I just want you to die with no understanding! Emperor, let’s settle both new and old scores together."
Snap!
The seventh sword!
Abernathy inserted the seventh sword into the keyhole!
Seven swords ford a unique shape.
It seed like as long as they turned, the door could be opened.
Gulp.
Soone swallowed in fear.
They wanted to hide deeper inside, but it was no use.
Over a thousand years, these people’s bodies had already beco rigid, unable to move.
Only the Emperor stared fixedly at the door.
Seemingly ready to accept this reality calmly.
Suffering for a thousand years, enduring so much pain, was it just to wait for death?
The feeling of unwillingness surged up instantly.
"Can you let die with so dignity?" the Emperor spoke calmly. "At least take my body outside."
An illustrious hero, once one of the Seventh Emperors, once unlimitedly glorious, dying here would truly be a joke.
"Do you find this place dirty?" Abernathy laughed aloud, the anger he had suppressed for a thousand years finally bursting out!
"Emperor, you’re filthier than this excrent! Your heart, your mind, filthy beyond compare!"
Abernathy laughed wildly and then powerfully turned the seven swords!
Clatter!
A series of sounds of chains being pulled ca, plunging the Undead Tribe in the prison into despair.
But halfway through the turn.
Crunch!
The sound stopped.
The door just wouldn’t open.
"Haha!" The Emperor was initially stunned, then laughed, "Abernathy, I’m afraid your revenge won’t happen."
"No! How could this be!" Bradwell Abernathy struggled to twist, but it was all in vain!
"Perhaps, you need this." Suddenly, a voice rang out.
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