77. The Fallen and Darkened Promiscuous Emperor Must Receive His Own Machete and Good Ship

own hatchet and good ship

Revendreth's situation has become so easy that the world is in chaos.

The ferocious rebels have surrounded Castle Nathria. When Stonewright personally went to the front line to supervise the battle and beat the emperor's Venthyr and Nathrezim, they were retreating steadily. At the same time, various "King Qin troops" also came in droves, and then they were stopped halfway by the "rebels" who had been prepared for a long time.

Even in Revendreth where conspirators gather, there are some Venthyr civilians who don't like to participate in these political agendas. However, this time the sin lord the Curator, who takes care of all Sinstone, has also joined the ranks of the "rebels".

This scheming sin lord issued an order that all Venthyr civilians who participated in the uprising can get back their Sinstone that was "kept" in her hands.

Every Venthyr understands how important this thing is.

Once Sinstone is controlled by others, life and death are in the hands of others, and they cannot even resist any instructions given by the Sinstone holder. Venthyrs may not care about power and wealth, but every one of them absolutely wants to take their Sinstone into their own hands.

After all, in Revendreth, only those who can hold their own Sinstone are called "people".

Therefore, when the Curator's order was conveyed to all parts of Revendreth, those rangers who usually stayed outside the mainstream of Venthyr society also came to participate in the grand event.

This caused the number of rebels under Prince Renathal to increase several times in an instant. They did not participate in Castle Nathria's attack, but instead set up ambushes around the royal city to prevent the "King Qin Army" from entering the battlefield.

Both sides had reasons not to give up, so the intensity of the coup quickly escalated to an exaggerated level.

However, all this has nothing to do with Diakum, who single-handedly led this "coup trend". He has just walked outside the treasure house of Crimson Abyss. "Platinum Naaru" Zraly, who was rescued from the abyss of pain, is spinning and following Solar Incarnation. She said:

"The Holy Remainss of our compatriots collected by the Venthyrs are all hidden here. They studied those Holy Remainss for many years, and then they got the evil method of manipulating me. We cannot let their research data leak out, otherwise all the Naarus in the world will suffer the same crisis as me.

We should also take away all the Holy Light fragments hidden here.

As you just said, the compatriots who have died can still retain their last dignity. If the Child of the Holy Lights who were buried forever in a foreign land during that expedition could use themselves as fuel to light the sun, then I think every compatriot will be smiling and covered in glory when they ascend to High Heaven.

Perhaps that expedition was carried out just to prepare for this moment!"

"I don't believe in fate, Zraly, but you are right. Bringing my compatriots home and giving them their final dignity is exactly the purpose of my coming here."

Dick raised Sunstrider Warhammer high, calling for the Holy Light fragments hidden in Crimson Abyss. Rays of light emerged from all directions, spinning and converging around him and Zraly as Dick called.

Compared with those Naaru fragments left in Ashen Wilds, the energy of these Holy Remains hidden in Crimson Abyss is much stronger.

Designed as a "fuel storage", the torch continued to absorb the Holy Light and energy left by the ancient Naaru, but it was quickly overwhelmed.

After Diakum noticed that there were traces of melting around Sunstrider Warhammer's torch, he realized that even the prototype of the artifact built by Primus himself could not afford so much lost ancient light and heat.

Just the remaining Holy Remains is enough to melt a Primus artifact, which shows how terrifying the scale of the Holy Light Invasion was.

Therefore, Diakum carried Sunstrider Warhammer behind him, no longer letting the already fully loaded artifact continue to bear the infusion of glory. He took a deep breath, and in the echo of Holy Song surrounded by ancient glory, he opened his arms and called for these "ancient glory" that had been forgotten by the outside world to gather in him.

One after another golden light merges into the corona of Diakum, like a swallow returning to its nest.

Until later, even Platinum Naaru Zraly could not withstand the light and heat emitted by Diakum's exaggeratedly hot corona. She kept retreating to prevent her body from melting again.

But Diakum is still calling, absorbing, and preserving.

When the last point of light returned to his spirit body, the corona, which was originally an energy decoration, had completely turned into the flame of the star, continuously spraying out streams of Solar Storm, surrounding Diakum like dazzling fire dragons, making every move of Vigilant filled with the majesty of Sun God.

"How many Naaru did you come here?"

In the light that could no longer be seen, the voice of Dick came from far away. Zraly spun his body and answered:

"5000? 6000? I can no longer tell the exact number, Vigilant, but it is definitely a number that is enough to shock even Shadowlands. When we first noticed Nathrezim's provocation against Holy Light, it was an intolerable blasphemy.

That was not only our first encounter with demons, but also our first encounter with the power of death.

We were lied to.

We were led to Shadowlands by the cunning Nathrezim. When the first batch of Naaru were trapped, more compatriots came to support, which eventually made the war between the two sides intensify, although in the end some Naaru withdrew Material World, but in the battle with Stoneborn Burning Legion, at least half of Naaru remained forever in this land that does not belong to us.

We initially believed that this was just a cunning conspiracy by Dreadlord to make Holy Light take revenge on death, but it would be hard for our compatriots to imagine that Nathrezim, who has a demonic appearance, is really a native creature of this land.

This is a conspiracy, and it only came to an end today.

However, it is really unimaginable that you can perfectly withstand the return of so many Naaru powers."

"I am the successor of An'she, and you are the children of An'she. I have my moral obligation to return the wanderers to the embrace of High Heaven."

Diakum said softly:

"Naaru's body is dead, but their holy spirit will live forever in the field of light. They will change to a more magnificent posture, just like the expedition Revendreth. They will eventually defend the majesty of High Heaven. Wait for me to take a rest.

This light, this heat, is a little too much.

Wait for me to get used to it, wait for me to catch my breath."

He said this, and in the sound of breathing that was clear enough to be heard with ears, the spirit body occupied by light on Diakum was partially absorbed with every heavy breath.

Platinum Naaru Zraly watched with curiosity and surprise as Vigilant "converted" part of the light and heat into shadows, in order to balance his light and shadow and allow the existence of each other in his body to return to the previous level of "harmony, symbiosis, and conversion at will".

A conservative estimate is that the ancient Naaru has been imprisoned in Revendreth for at least 50,000 years. She is like a "primitive". How could she have seen such fancy light and shadow teachings in this era?

But although Zraly is one of those "extremists" Naaru, otherwise she would not follow the violent Naaru brothers to attack Death Holy Land. However, years of imprisonment have smoothed her edges, allowing her to look at everything she sees with a gentler attitude.

She did not reprimand Diakum for this "Light-Shadow Symbiosis" crazy teaching. On the contrary, while Dick worked hard to coordinate her light and shadow, Platinum Naaru floated to the outside.

She swayed her own light and weaved a protective aperture for Diakum to prevent those with bad intentions from approaching.

She already knew from Diakum the relationship between Naaru and An'she, and the great cause of Dick's desire to ignite the sun.

As a Naaru, it is her duty to do so.

As a Holy Light Follower, she must go all out.

As a prisoner tortured by suffering, she has forgotten the torture and torture, and only wants to see with her own eyes a future where there will be no more tragedies.

And all of this can only be done by the Vigilant in front of you.

Allegiance?

No.

As an old-school Naaru, Zraly would not use words full of "quackery" to describe her following at this time. She would say that she is willing to wear the glory of Sun Herald and embark on this great road of benefiting all living beings.

Respect but not worship, follow but not blindly follow, be pious but not fanatical.

This is the choice Holy Light Follower should have.

As for the dark memories Sire Denathrius and Revendreth brought to them, they no longer need to be remembered in the face of truly glorious achievements. What's more, under today's chaos, some other people will become the executioners who carry out punishment.

So good luck to the abusers.

"Bang"

The proud reaper who controlled "Sin of Pride" in Court of Harvesters, the sin lord Accuser, fell in embarrassment on the square of Darkhaven.

The powerful psychic spell she uses to protect herself is supposed to belong to Invincible. After all, it is directly connected to her own Sinstone. If Sinstone cannot be broken, the enemy should not be able to harm her at all.

This is an iron rule of Revendreth.

The prerequisite for murdering a person is that you must find or get the other person's Sinstone, you must decipher the obscure contents on the Sinstone, and know the other person's sins. Only in this way can you break the connection between them and Sinstone, and even recite the judgment through a special ritual to make the other party fall into a state of weakness that makes them unable to fight.

Sinstone and Revendreth are more than just identification, this thing occupies a fundamental position in the entire "Sin Magic sequence".

Today, however, this iron law has been broken.

With her own Sinstone intact, Accuser was easily defeated by the queen from Material World in front of her. The other party didn't even use the familiar Demon Sword next to her. She just used a spell that she couldn't understand to disintegrate all her defenses.

But Accuser is Court of Harvesters's most powerful sin lord after all.

After being knocked down, she didn't waste a second. She stood up and teleported to distance herself. The Sin Ritual in her hand was already in the starting position, and she was about to fight back!

Even though no one knows where Azshara's Sinstone is hidden, Accuser has a secret method that can forcefully drag this soul that does not belong to Revendreth into "Judgment".

Facing Accuser's counterattack, Azshara sneered.

The glorious queen even reached out to stop Demon Sword Lemonia's counterattack, and just stood there, letting Accuser's Judgment ceremony lock her.

"I pronounce sentence!"

In the chaotic sky and earth, Accuser, with blood at the corner of her mouth, pointed majestically at the restrained Azshara like a judge, and she yelled:

"You violated Sin of Pride, sinner! Prepare to be punished."

"I know what crime I committed, and I don't need you to remind me so loudly."

Azshara looked gentle and waved her hand gently, and a black chain fell into her hand. She stroked the thing and said:

"But I already have Sinstone. Your Excellency, you cannot punish me beyond the protection of Sinstone."

"But you are not Venthyr! The Curator will not protect and hide Sinstone for you, so I will do this!"

Accuser laughed and used a secret method to summon Sinstone hidden by Azshara into his own hands.

This is the reason why Venthyr is never afraid of others learning Sin Magic and making Sinstone. If you are not a local of Revendreth, the Sinstone hidden in private is not protected by the rules of forgiveness. As long as the sin lord calls gently, the other party's Sinstone will take the initiative to fall into her hands.

Facing the call of Sinstone from Accuser, Azshara showed an expression of "watching a fool's performance", and then made the gesture of the elves, which meant "I wish you peace."

This scene made Accuser's complexion change slightly.

She sensed something was wrong.

But she couldn't stop even after this, so she felt a sudden urge in her heart and pulled hard through the ritual to pull Azshara's Sinstone into her hands, and then.

"Boom"

The black-red mainland floating island that suddenly appeared in the sky of Darkhaven cast a terrifying shadow on the lively battlefield. Venthyr, Nathrezim and Stoneborn who were fighting fiercely on the sky and earth raised their heads blankly and saw the "floating island" that was a quarter of the size of Revendreth roaring down like a meteorite.

They were all stupid.

Now he stopped fighting and started running out howling, hating his parents for missing two legs.

Accuser, who was at the center of the "meteorite bombardment", looked at the huge floating island crashing down from her head with a dazed attitude. She couldn't understand how Sinstone, which she summoned Azshara, could pull down a meteorite.

Wait!

Hiss.

Could this be...?

Damn it!

What outrageous things did you, the queen, do in Material World? Sinstone, the "king of sins" Sire Denathrius, is not as big as you!

Before Accuser's inner complaints were over, Azshara's Sinstone floating island was smashed down.

With a bang, two-thirds of the Darkhaven was flattened. This was because the Queen did not want to cause too many "killings", so she deliberately controlled the intensity of the Sinstone.

Even Accuser was not killed, but two-thirds of the bones in his body were broken. Chains of Domination was thrown out by Azshara and dragged out of the giant impact pit like a dead dog.

This is not entirely the result of the Sinstone meteorite bombardment, but also partly the backlash from the power of the sinful ritual.

Obviously, even if she has captured Azshara's sin, she cannot complete this Judgment independently. To put it simply, Azshara is guilty and willing to plead guilty, but Accuser is not qualified Judgment She, probably only "The Accuser" who was appointed by First Ones like Sire Denathrius, is qualified to Judgment a Lesser God like Material World.

"I will accept this badge."

Azshara removed her Pride Harvester's Medallion from the neck of the half-dead Accuser.

This thing is part of the foundation of Revendreth's existence. Azshara is very interested in it. She knows that she will be able to decipher all the mysteries of Sin Magic from this Sin Medallion.

As for the life and death of Accuser, it is left to Prince Renathal to decide.

After all, this is the person at the core of Revendreth's power, and she also has her own faction.

However, just when Queen Azshara was victorious and was about to go to Castle Nathria to witness the collapse of Sire Denathrius's royal power, Demon Sword Lemonia, who had been silently guarding the queen, suddenly twitched.

She screamed, and for a moment she couldn't even levitate. She fell to the ground very weakly, making a crisp sound.

Azshara stopped and looked at Demon Sword who fell beside him. At this time, Remornia was like a fish under the sun, twitching and struggling, but her strength was collapsing and pulling away.

"What's wrong with you?"

The Queen asked knowingly:

"You look miserable, kid."

"Denathrius. He. He took away his power. He completely cut off the connection with me. He took away the concept connected to my soul and gave him another sword."

Demon Sword struggled and whimpered.

She is in pain.

But compared to the pain of the sword shattering, Demon Sword's despair at the conscious level is more real.

She had previously seen "King's Sorrow" in Broker's Floating City, and she heard Sarkir scolding and slandering her, but under the Queen's persuasion, she reaffirmed her thoughts.

She thinks it's all a misunderstanding.

She believed that as long as she returned to Denathrius, the Emperor would definitely accept her as before, and they would definitely return to the form of soul mates they once had.

That was her last persistence and fantasy in these dark days.

Queen Azshara gave her this opportunity, and she licked her face in an almost "shameless" way and followed the queen here. Her trust and expectation for Denathrius were the last line of defense in her heart.

However.

The active withdrawal of power and concept of Dispersion ruthlessly defeated all the persistence of Remornia at this moment, making her feel like a ridiculous clown in the past period of time while she was moaning in pain.

What exactly are you looking forward to!

Don't you know what Denathrius is?

Why would I have expectations for such a shameless Eternal Ones?

Obviously

Obviously there is always a more trustworthy Mistress beside me

"It's so pitiful. The abandoned puppy is trembling in this Revendreth rain of blood."

Azshara raised her fingers and let her magic power lift Remornia to float in front of her eyes. She said softly:

"Lies won't hurt, the truth is the sharpest weapon. My poor Remornia, you finally experienced for yourself the feeling of being betrayed by the person closest to you."

"I'm willing to follow just to make Him suffer!"

Every word of Remornia's weak response was stained with a frightening smell of blood.

This is darkening.

However, Azshara shook his head.

She said:

"I've said more than once that I don't like using things that others have touched."

"Bang"

Demon Sword's sword blade, hilt and all external decorations were shattered and discarded by herself at this moment, leaving only a small section of the sword core wrapped with scarlet light and a broken handle.

Those shattered sword blades were suspended around Demon Sword, filled with a desolate sense of fragmentation.

"Now. I'm clean."

Remornia said softly:

"Give me the honor of following you. I want to drink blood. Only the blood of those heartless dogs can let the past me rest in peace."

"Yes, this is a reasonable attitude."

The queen felt happy.

Azshara stretched out her hand and stroked the broken heart of the sword, just like holding an unseemly "hatchet". She poured her strength into the weak Demon Sword and said:

"All heartless people deserve to die, no matter men or women! I have always been fair, so let me learn the sword of sorrow and taste the blood of sinners."