"Hobert, a seventh-rank Radiant Moon Mage. What a pity—I thought there was no enmity between us..." Ye Luo casually tossed two green bombs to the side. "Boom! Boom!" The two green bombs, brimming with corrosive acid, first blasted the ground barren within a three-meter radius, while the splashing acid corroded the grass within five meters into pools of green liquid...
Ye Luo raised an eyebrow as he looked at the ravaged ground. The lush grass within five meters had vanished completely, exposing brown earth streaked with green liquid beneath it. The power exceeded his expectations.
At the same time the bombs exploded, Hobert's body gave an involuntary twitch. Though it was slight, Ye Wang in the sky caught it.
Hobert swallowed discreetly. Just now, he had nearly been unable to stop himself from pulling out his staff and casting a defensive spell. If he had, it would have been utterly humiliating...
"Great Emperor Ye Luo, today should be..." Hobert glanced at the three hundred thousand troops behind him. He thought and thought, but simply could not come up with a good excuse. Recalling the vice president who had just returned to the Nicia Magic Guild, he shamelessly said, "This is another misunderstanding!"
"Misunderstandings happen every year, but there seem to be especially many this year..." Ye Luo did not care in the slightest. Everyone knew that so-called misunderstandings were merely excuses. Cruel reality had crushed their grand ideals beneath its backside, forcing them to compromise, yield, and even adopt the posture and excuses of surrender!
"Emperor Ye Luo, I, Hobert, represent the Michel Family of Saint Paul in offering you our respect and recognition." Hobert was also a clever man. The principle that the living were worth more than the dead only held when the living were willing to surrender