Posterity Will Judge Their Rights and Wrongs (1)

Emperor Ata was truly going all out; losing the Dark Scepter would be tantamount to losing his throne.

This is his bottom line.

Despite being protected by numerous Court Mages and able to summon countless Loa, no one dared to defy a venerable former emperor.

Emperor Ata revealed a cruel smile:

"Since ancient times, right and wrong, merit and demerit, have been judged by posterity. The day I wielded the Dark Scepter, I also learned of the past experiences of all the emperors of Zandalar, the countless lies you embellished, the truths you tried so hard to cover up. Today, in front of all the people, I will expose them one by one."

The Dark Scepter stopped trembling. As the current emperor, he was qualified to comment on the merits and demerits of his predecessors, and even to directly judge them and give them a final verdict.

Yeh'kinya perked up his ears. He had once heard Emperor Ata recount the history of the Seven Emperors, and it seemed that things were not so simple.

Emperor Ata gritted his teeth. "Emperor Puruide, it is said that you fought your whole life against the Man-eating Tusk Clan and never even took off your armor, but only I know the truth."

"Behold, countless lies, a nauseating ancient history. Emperor Puruide, to inherit the throne, you first colluded with the Man-eating Tusk Clan, murdered your own father, and surrendered at the very beginning of the war. To feed the Zandalar to the Man-eating Tusk Clan, you waged war on all sides, driving the fleeing Zandalar like cattle and sheep, a lifelong pursuit you never ceased."

Yeh'kinya was shocked. He never expected that the so-called savior of Zandalar, Emperor Puruide, was actually a disgusting traitor.

"You successfully annihilated the Zandalar races, with only the Imperial Clan surviving. They intermarried with the Man-eating Tusk Clan, producing descendants who are the Zandalar of today. The Man-eating Tusk Clan have never truly disappeared, simply because each of us Man-eating Tusk Clan their blood. The larger our fangs, the closer we are to the Man-eating Tusk Clan; filthy blood flows through your veins."

Even after hearing this earth-shattering secret, the people of Zandalar remained remarkably calm, and the Dark Scepter quietly performed its function.

Yeh'kinya stroked his fangs, even forgetting the work at hand.

"Emperor Puruide, who betrayed countless people, what right do you have to reclaim my Dark Scepter? Your soul will never find peace!" Emperor Ata roared majestically.

Emperor Puruide retreated swiftly, muttering to himself:

"I fought, but I failed. I've worn a mask my whole life, ashamed to face my people."

His Undead body collapsed, and his soul let out a painful wail.

"This!"

Robbie hadn't expected that Emperor Puruide would have such an experience. After all, time was too tight, and Robbie didn't have time to examine their past memories.

There were seven emperors in the temple, Robbie ordered the next one to charge forward.

Emperor Silute, with his slightly plump figure and tall crown and headband, came before Emperor Ata.

Emperor Ata wore a mocking expression.

"Emperor Silute, it is said that your life was full of legendary stories. You created countless miracles with your wisdom, especially in handling the Red Dragon Rebellion, where you demonstrated outstanding wisdom, prevented the destruction of Zandalar, and lived to a ripe old age, passing away peacefully without illness."

"Is that really the case? Now I will tell you the truth. Since you inherited the throne, you have stayed in the harem, never dealing with state affairs, indulging in pleasure without restraint, which has led to chaos in the Zandalari Empire."

"Because you inadvertently offended the dragon race by forcibly taking the Dragonkin, you had to give half of the Zandalari Empire's population to the Dragonkin as an apology in order to gain their forgiveness. Afterwards, you were sidelined by powerful ministers and imprisoned in dungeons for the rest of your life, living a humiliating existence like a rat."

Emperor Ata angrily rebuked, "What right do you have to Zandalar?"

Emperor Silute actually cried, looking as aggrieved as a child.

Robbie sighed, rubbing his forehead. Another hypocritical emperor.

Things were getting increasingly bad, so Robbie simply sent the remaining five former emperors over.

Facing the five approaching former emperors, Emperor Ata showed no fear, raising his Dark Scepter high. "Yes, I betrayed the people of Zandalar, I am despicable, I am shameless. But what about you? If any one of you is a worthy emperor, you have the right to take my scepter."

"Unfortunately, beneath your hypocritical lies, you are all filthy creatures. Emperor Puruide, the third emperor of Zandalar, Galakrond the Proto-Dragon, was originally a friend of the Zandalari Empire. He helped the Zandalari Empire protect its land, Zandalari Empire provided him with food."

The majestic Emperor Puruide was startled, recalling events from ancient times.

Emperor Ata sneered:

"But what have you done? Because of your Pride, you first believed the lies of a Void Creature and added dark energy to the silkworms that the Proto-Dragon Galakrond loved most. You thought it was just a joke, but it drove the Proto-Dragon Galakrond into madness."

Robbie sighed inwardly, never expecting to inadvertently learn the truth about Galakrond's madness and uncover a historical mystery.

"After Galakrond went mad, you Pride refused to listen to the advice of the Loa and took no action, which led to most of the Zandalari Empire's people turning into zombies, nearly causing the country's demise and the extinction of its people. You yourself also became a zombie."

"To conceal the truth, you fabricated the lie of the City of the Sky, but ultimately you could not escape divine punishment. After suffering endless torment, you finally died from the onset of corpse poison."

Emperor Puruide roared Pride, "I am the great Emperor of Zandalar, the most powerful man in the world. I cannot err. Who has the right to judge me?"

Emperor Ata merely responded with a cold laugh, then turned to face Emperor Enwei, who possessed an elemental body:

"This clumsy set of decorations is quite beautiful, Emperor Enwei. You are merely an Entry elemental mage, yet you are jealous of the Elemental Lords' immortality and foolishly launched an invasion of the Elemental Plane, suffering repeated defeats but refusing to give up."

"In less than a hundred years since you became emperor, less than one-tenth of the Zandalar people have survived, more than fifty million have been lost, and the Wealth accumulated by the previous emperors over thousands of years has been easily squandered by you, while you have gained nothing and were ultimately beheaded by the Elemental Lords."

Emperor Enwei replied unwillingly, "Failure to eliminate the elements is the regret of my life. Why can they live forever? This is unfair."

Emperor Ata's gaze fell upon Emperor Grid, who was dressed in a mage's robe and holding a staff.

"Greedy Emperor Grid, put away your hypocritical Mercy. Your greed has driven you mad. After enjoying all the riches and glory, you greedily desire immortality and have made a pact with a cunning Void Creature."

"Greed has blinded your wisdom. You shouldn't have told that Void Creature the coordinates of Azeroth. The Well of Eternity is overflowing with Void Corruption, and a plague has wiped out half of Xe'ra's creatures. You yourself have also been infected with the plague, causing confusion and numerous errors. The Zandalari Empire is in chaos."

"If the Titan Keepers hadn't intervened and cleansed the Corruption, Azeroth would have perished because of you. You ultimately paid the price for your greed, succumbing to madness and dying."

Hahaha, hahaha!

Emperor Grid let out a wild laugh:

"Fool, you have no idea what I'm after! No one understands this universe better than me. I am the eternal sun, I am the truth."

Facing the exceptionally imposing figure of Emperor Gula, Emperor Ata shook his head:

"Emperor Gula, this isn't your true form. Everyone says you once defeated Archimonde, but who knows that you're actually just a big, fat man who can't get out of bed."