Humans have a flaw.
Once their status and position rise, they always like to ss with useless things.
The Guilt Emperor also ca from that era.
He has experienced the days covered in animal skins.
Washing face? Brushing teeth?
But as ti passed, he lived the highest level of life.
Every detail, without neglect.
The Emperor is different.
He crouched inside for five millennia!
When he erged, he found many things incomprehensible.
As for brushing teeth?
Mr. River handed him a toothbrush, and he didn’t know what it was for.
When leaving, he only heard it was for cleaning teeth.
But it had already been used for scratching himself.
It couldn’t be used anymore.
However, for the Emperor, who didn’t undergo the evolution of civilization.
Why brush teeth?
Who cares if it’s fragrant or foul?
In his mouth, it’s all at!
The task was done.
The current Emperor lacks the capacity to battle the Guilt Emperor, but he can flee.
His physical prowess has recovered sowhat, though still incomparable to his peak, he can ultimately buy so ti.
The formation here was specially established by the Guilt Emperor to prevent Julius Reed’s Wolf Cavalry surprise attack.
The stronger the master, the more fierce the formation’s restrictions are!
Leverage the opponent’s power!
Moreover, the formation will absorb the spiritual power of those attempting to breach, consistently using it to maintain the formation’s operation.
The excess will be transferred to the White Tiger.
The Emperor has long lost all of his spiritual power, within these heavy formations, as if entering the Uninhabited territory.
"Emperor, don’t even think about running! In my domain, even at your peak, you wouldn’t be able to escape!"
The Guilt Emperor extends his hands forward, slowly lifting them!
Boom!
An invisible barrier appears in the Emperor’s escape path.
Bang!
The Emperor bumps into it head-on and is bounced back directly.
"How do you feel, give up." The Guilt Emperor isn’t in a hurry to pursue, instead rebuilding the formation!
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Three loud bangs!
Trapping the Emperor at the center.
On all sides, four barriers.
As if unsure, the Guilt Emperor raises his hands again, sealing the top as well.
For him, a gesture can form a formation.
Very easily.
"Speaking of which, weren’t you sent by Julius Reed?" The Guilt Emperor, hands behind his back, walks step by step toward the Emperor.
Blocked by the barrier, the Emperor can’t see his face clearly.
"Perhaps I should call you Light Reed." The Guilt Emperor’s words carry disdain: "After all, the title ’Emperor’ is one your group of lackeys gave you themselves. In terms of eligibility, only your master can rival . As for you, hardly on par."
In the circle of the Seventh Emperors, including the Emperor’s master, hardly anyone recognizes the Emperor’s standing.
Except for one person.
That’s Julius Reed.
But being acknowledged by Julius Reed is hardly a good thing.
It ans facing death.
"Guilt Emperor, you better pray not to fall into my hands in the future. Otherwise, I’ll let you taste the aged brew of five thousand years!" The Emperor is not afraid.
Though incomparable to several others, killing him is rather difficult.
"Too bad." The Guilt Emperor shakes his head.
The Emperor’s physique is weak.
Strictly speaking, it’s an imitation.
A counterfeit.
Otherwise, such a body would certainly be exploitable.
The only known instance is Pranay Martinez losing his body, taken by Osher Reed.
But Osher Reed is dissatisfied with the body.
For unknown reasons, possibly Pranay Martinez had precautions, the body cannot fully exert its inherent strength.
This ti, the formation established by the Guilt Emperor is essentially an insurance.
As long as Julius Reed’s internal power is fully absorbed, not only can the White Tiger be released, but the body can also be offered to the divine ssenger.
Osher Reed.
They are considered divine servants, God’s slaves.
But Osher Reed is not.
They believe Osher Reed is created by God, God’s embodint.
No one knows what this so-called God truly is.
When queried by Ian Martin and Drexel Danvers, the Guilt Emperor indeed couldn’t answer.
But who cares.
At least eternal life is achieved.
"Tell , what’s happening over at Demarco Mount." The Guilt Emperor wants to understand the situation there, but does not dare to enter.
Regarding anomalies like Julius Reed, even with enough confidence, there’s always worry about unexpected incidents.
"I said, I escaped on my own." The Emperor certainly cannot admit.
He clearly understands now, no matter who he offends, he cannot offend Julius Reed.
Offending the Emperor’s master allows him to replace him.
But offending Julius Reed, ans eating five thousand years of feces.
"Oh? That’s truly intriguing. I’m quite curious, why after five thousand years you neither escaped early nor late, but precisely when I laid the formation, trapping Julius Reed, did you escape as soone without a shred of spiritual power?"
After speaking, the Guilt Emperor can’t help but frown.
He reaches forward with one hand!
Tearing through the formation directly, ripping the Emperor’s clothes!
A small listening device appears in his hand.
"Well, Julius Reed." The Guilt Emperor is initially enraged, but then smiles, addressing the listening device: "Taking advantage of this opportunity, I would love to chat with you. I know you can hear saying..."
Bang!
A loud explosion!
The listening device bursts directly!
The Guilt Emperor staggers, his stance unstable.
The hastily ford formation also begins to disintegrate.
Though thick-skinned, this indeed is a potent bomb from Demarco Mount!
Julius Reed arranged for the Military Departnt to equip the Emperor with one, to escape in ergencies.
Faces full of blood, though not fundantally hard, intense pain nevertheless makes him instinctively cover his face.
Taking advantage of this gap, the Emperor quickly vanishes.
"Master!"
Upon hearing the explosion, Drexel Danvers and Ian Martin swiftly arrive.
"Master, did he injure you?"
Both are highly astonished!
Who is the Guilt Emperor?
The formation ancestors!
Outsiders simply cannot approach!
Yet this face covered in blood...
"It’s nothing, ambushed by a petty guy. You two, go catch him! Don’t let him escape!" The Guilt Emperor turns around, returns to the temple, gazing at the statue ahead.
The gold foil wrapping the White Tiger’s body tears increasingly severely!
As soon as it breaks free, the White Tiger can erge into the world!
"Julius Reed, using these despicable ans, don’t bla for being rciless!"
He picks up the compass, starts moving the needle.
As the needle adjusts, the speed of the formation’s operation accelerates!
Anger tends to make one lose so rationality.
The Guilt Emperor is very angry now!
With the White Tiger, he fears no one!
In the forest.
The Emperor, having not restored his strength, ultimately gets caught by Drexel Danvers and Ian Martin.
"Gentlen, I’m now like a fish in a pot. No escape possible, you’d have to carry back. How about resting here, having a chat?" The Emperor sits under a tree, panting heavily.
"Alright." The two exchange glances.
No one wants to carry him.
Too stinky!
After all, he’s no more than a guy without spiritual power, catching him back couldn’t be easier?
Drexel Danvers forms a seal with one hand, raising a formation beside the Emperor.
Ensuring he can’t leave.
"Actually, you’ve all been deceived." The Emperor leans against the tree, speaking slowly: "The true God is not the ones you enshrine in your temple. The real God is actually Julius Reed."
After saying this.
A hint of astonishnt flashes across Drexel Danvers and Ian Martin’s eyes.
"Don’t rush, let explain in detail." The Emperor’s eyes shift, quickly entering preacher mode.
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