Do not harm a single one of my subjects!
As their gaze moved forward, they broke through the barrier between the Ash Continent and the True Nothingness.
In the vast and shattered Three Realms, the Monarch they had always revered was now lying on the broken, Gray Mist Mortal World earth in an extremely fragile state.
His clothes were torn, his battle robes stained with blood, and his majestic gray-gold eyes were shattered, filled with a mist of blood that flowed endlessly.
And on His chest and neck, there was an unimaginably huge hole.
But these are not the most serious injuries.
As long as one is a deity or above, even the most severe physical injuries can be healed, and the reappearance of severed limbs is commonplace.
At higher levels, such as Quasi-Supreme, Supreme, or even Sovereign, rebirth from a drop of blood is nothing more than commonplace.
The most serious injury to Alanmonlos was to His true spirit and soul.
His true spirit was shattered into pieces, now barely pieced back together, like a breath of life hanging by a thread. His divine soul overflowed around him, forming a small, hazy energy field.
His crown, which was formed from the Authority of Endless Planes, was swept in two by the sword light, one half remaining on his head and the other half falling to his feet.
And not far from Him.
That majestic Radiant Sovereign, however, still wore clean battle robes, held his long sword at his side, and stood high above the True Nothingness, without sorrow or joy, his expression serene and natural.
The tragic state of Alanmonlos and Jiang Yuu's demeanor have made the ending clear to everyone.
Some people stared blankly, murmuring softly.
"Your Majesty Alanmonlos has been defeated?"
Some people were pale and looked dejected.
"Ember Emperor has suffered such a crushing defeat, what can we do?"
"If even the mighty and powerful Ember Emperor has fallen, will we also perish?"
Some people have lifeless eyes.
"The tide has turned, the tide has turned. The Ember Emperor has been defeated, and we, the kings and armies of the Endless Planes, will not survive."
Some people were bewildered and at a loss.
"What should we do? Should we escape back to the Endless Planes? But this vast True Nothingness, how can we escape?"
Some people were in tears.
"Your Majesty, without you, what will we do next?"
"When the Monarch is about to be buried alive, where can his subjects go?"
Others wore resolute expressions, their eyes gleaming with the flame of calm acceptance of death.
"Our emperor has suffered a crushing defeat; how can we possibly survive?"
"All armies of the Emberfolk, follow me in attack and rescue our king!"
"Even if we die, we will die before the Monarch's Throne!"
"The emperor cannot be humiliated, the sovereign cannot be abandoned. Kings of the Illusionfolk, death is death, but to die for our emperor, why should we care about our own lives?"
"To die with the king is our greatest wish!"
Instantly.
On the Ash Continent, two legions, seemingly undeterred by the prospect of certain death, suddenly emerged.
Holding high the banners of the Ember Court and their respective legions' battle flags, they wielded their weapons, arrayed themselves, and soared into the sky like two vast, gray and seven-colored rivers, about to fly out of the Ash Continent and crash into the shattered battlefield of the Three Realms in the True Nothingness.
Their eyes were bloodshot, divine power surging within them, and with all their might, they roared in a resolute manner.
"Fight to the death! Fight to the death!"
"Buried together! Buried together!"
"If our Monarch dies, we will not live on alone!"
Such a heroic will to die deeply shocked the Endless Planes True King and legions still remaining on the Ash Continent.
soon.
A myriad of emotions then appeared on the faces of the powerful beings on the Ash Continent.
"These members of the Emberfolk and the Illusionfolk are... so fierce?"
"This is suicide! Aren't they afraid of death?"
"A foolish decision. Surrender might offer a glimmer of hope, but such a dramatic start could lead to the annihilation of our race and civilization. Those of us who exist bear responsibilities for more than just ourselves."
"It's just a foolish act that makes me feel good about myself."
Standing in a corner of the Ash Continent, Nockburn, fully prepared and clad in armor, was also deeply shaken.
Compared to the kings, these insignificant figures felt even more affection for Ember Emperor.
After all, Ember Emperor really did a lot for them.
But at this moment.
He, however, could not take a step like those two legions that went to their deaths.
He sighed deeply.
"Ember Emperor is great, but unfortunately, I also have my own people to take care of."
"I am grateful for the Emperor's Ende, yet I am unable to fight. Someone like me... is truly hateful."
The shock wasn't limited to the people on the Ash Continent.
Even the Supreme on Paradise Mountain and the people from the various legions of the Multiverse were stunned.
They suppressed their earlier elation at Lord of Heaven's victory and stared in shock at the two legions of the Ember Court rushing to their deaths like moths to a flame.
"Even in the court of the Ember Emperor in this Endless Planes, there are such loyal subjects."
"Truly amazing!"
The Angel, however, wore expressions of admiration.
"Such an enemy deserves our respect!"
"If they die in this True Nothingness place, there should be a group of tombstones dedicated to them."
Within the shattered Three Realms, within the endless fragments of True Nothingness.
Upon seeing the two groups of Warrior and True King from the Emberfolk and the Illusionfolk charging towards them recklessly...
A hint of emotion flickered in Alanmonlos's eyes.
Even the Supreme Monarch is not heartless; if True Nothingness, what would be the point of someone ascending to such a high position?
But soon...
He suppressed the emotions welling up inside him, and with his broken body, he rose again amidst the blood.
With a cold expression, he shouted loudly at the two mighty Legion Commander heading towards him.
"Go back, all of you!"
"I have said that no one may move without my order."
"What, have you all forgotten?"
However, when His words reached the army that had come to their deaths, countless members of the Emberfolk and the Illusionfolk cried out with tears in their eyes.
"My Emperor! My Emperor!"
"To be buried with you!"
Life cannot be retrieved, but death can be sought!
"Absurd!"
Alanmonlos roared.
He mustered his last remaining strength, and a wisp of Embers appeared before the two armies, sending them back.
"By my decree, none of my subjects shall tread a single step beyond the Ash Continent!"
"As long as you still recognize me as emperor!"
The residual power of the Monarch made it difficult for anyone from the Emberfolk and the Illusionfolk to resist.
They were filled with grief and sorrow, and they lay prostrate on the ground, howling.
"My Emperor!"
But Alanmonlos ignored them. After doing all this, he looked at the Radiant Sovereign standing not far from him and sighed softly.
"Lord of Radiance, Multiverse Celestial Emperor, Yuliel, I, Alanmonlos, am not a good Monarch."
He looked towards the direction of the Ash Continent with a somber expression.
"Since I took control of the Endless Planes, I have accomplished nothing. I know that the kings have many complaints about my policies. And the endless beings may not benefit either."
He turned to look at the sword-wielding Emperor standing amidst the shattered Three Realms, his posture divine and his radiance boundless, and said softly.
"Having achieved nothing, I have yet arbitrarily initiated conquests, launched expeditions, ruled over Endless Planes, and imposed tyrannical rule, among other things!"
"All the sins of this place shall fall upon me. I wish to die a wretched death, stripped of all dignity, buried in True Nothingness, without a tomb or monument, my traces vanished in the future, my existence obliterated in the past. May Endless Planes belong to you. Please cut off my head, and reign supreme over the Endless Planes, but do not harm a single one of my subjects!"