The Emperor's thoughts ran wild, then he readied his sword and armor.
He had let the girl and the little puppy go because he had already found his target.
Seal the Demon God, open up the world.
Forcing them to stay would only anger the deities.
Early the next morning.
He led his party in a charge down the mountain.
Several more Knights died, but the Players still managed to escape.
Experience was too important, and Players who could resurrect had long since maxed out their combat experience.
Even the worst Players clearly knew when to flee and when to fight.
The Emperor reached level 47.
Another three days passed.
The Emperor reached level 48.
The price was the complete loss of his Knights, including the Knight Captain who had defected to him. The man must have had a legendary past, but with his death, everything vanished like smoke.
Most people were like that. They left behind no reputation at all, not even a name.
It was too hard to leave one's name in history.
Half a month later, the Emperor broke through to level 50! Big Rat still knew nothing about it.
He merely thought that His Majesty the Emperor had reached the end of the road.
Under the interference of Fel Energy, the Players could not escape through teleportation, and their portable storage was limited.
He believed that in another three months—no, at most half a year—he could trap the Emperor to death.
No one would come to rescue him.
Because everyone wanted to become the new Emperor, and avenging the old Emperor was the best justification for claiming the throne.
"Brother, let's go! The Emperor is not a brutal ruler. Those hateful acts were only committed by his subordinates. We've already killed them. We can end this