Those Who Died for the Fallen

The stern and cold rebuke swept away all the chaos!

Endless Planes who were looking up at the face of Lord of Heaven were suddenly alarmed and quickly lowered their heads.

Those powerful individuals who were already bowing their heads, not daring to look directly at that Holiness radiance, felt even more fear.

Some people even knelt down with a thud.

At this moment.

The courage and pride cultivated over the years vanished before Monarch held the power of life and death.

Only the old True King standing at the very front, along with some Warrior from the Emberfolk and the Illusionfolk, raised their heads defiantly, wanting to salvage a sliver of dignity in this humiliating surrender ceremony.

But soon...

From that glorious heaven, the aura of the Emperor surged down like a vast ocean tide.

It was as if the weight of an entire Endless Planes was pressing down on everyone.

Unable to resist, powerless.

At this moment, endless despair and helplessness surfaced in people's minds.

The words of the Monarch on the Divine Throne descended from the heavens, like divine thunder crashing down on the world and overturning all the original Order.

Even the Ash Continent itself trembled under this aura, as if it were about to collapse!

"Disorderly, chaotic, filled with weeping and wailing—what kind of behavior is this!"

"Are the kings and armies of the Ember Court Ember Court under Alanmonlos so incompetent?"

The Emperor's words fell like a Thunder, breaking the camel's back.

Those who stubbornly persisted could not withstand such majesty and knelt down abruptly, overwhelmed by intense humiliation.

Those who had knelt down early on were now bowing their heads to the ground, unable to control themselves.

A deeper sorrow arose in everyone's hearts.

"Our emperor is dead, and the enemy's emperor is about to crush our spirit. How can we, who have left home, ever return?"

"Throughout history, the fate of the defeated has never been predictable. Will this Radiant Sovereign from the Multiverse honor his promise to His Majesty Alanmonlos and grant us a way out?"

"Just as that member of the Emperor family said, are we going to be branded as criminals? What should we do then?"

The difference in strength was so absolute that even a direct confrontation was impossible.

Countless people breathed their last and collapsed to their knees, including the True King.

This time, only the old True King, who was equivalent to Seventh-Realm Supreme, still gritted his teeth and persevered.

He remained standing on the ground, tears of blood streaming from his eyes, his body nearly shattered, yet he stubbornly withstood the oppressive aura of the King of Glory in the heavens.

Even the highland soil beneath his feet cracked and split open under his persistent efforts.

Such a commotion undoubtedly caught the attention of Jiang Yuu, who sat high in the heavens on his Divine Throne.

He looked at the indomitable old man and suddenly laughed.

"What? Your emperor is gone, and you, a surviving subject of the Ember Court, still want to mourn your deceased monarch?"

However.

Faced with Jiang Yuu's ridicule, the stubborn old True King gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Your Majesty has won, and we have all obeyed your orders, driven to this plateau like slaves."

"This already shows that we are surrendering."

"Why does Your Majesty humiliate us by forcing our people, who have oppressed my Endless Planes, to kneel down?"

"Although Your Majesty has won, we, the people of the Endless Planes, even the defeated, possess dignity."

"We are not sinners; we were merely defeated. With Your Majesty's magnanimity in conquering and unifying the Multiverse, can't you at least offer us a dignified end?"

"We all know the weight of an Emperor. Does Your Majesty really think we would betray you again after surrendering?"

Old Zhenwang Mingruo spoke as if he were questioning someone.

Every word is filled with tears; heaven and earth grieve together.

One by one, the prostrate True King raised their heads with difficulty, looking at the True King Ming Ruo standing in front of them, and an indescribable feeling rose in their hearts.

"Old True King..."

"This is... suicidal..."

High above the heavens.

The Monarch, seated on his Divine Throne, was taken aback by these successive questions. A smile appeared on his lips, but he spoke instead.

"Your Supreme, since you have surrendered, why are you here displaying the posture of a loyal and valiant subject?"

His body leaned forward, creating a strong sense of oppression.

"Are you really not afraid of death to say such a thing?"

Old True King Ming Ruo, shook his head.

"I surrender in accordance with the dying wish of my Emperor. And I have come here only to ask Your Monarch one question: Will Your Majesty abide by the words spoken by my Emperor Alanmonlos before his death?"

"Certainly!"

Jiang Yuu nodded without hesitation.

I never break my word!

Upon hearing this, the old True King finally smiled.

"The Monarch's words will never change; I believe them."

"I hope you will keep your promise, and I should also be able to face myself and Your Majesty with a clear conscience."

Jiang Yuu he watched the old True King's actions, seemingly guessing something.

"Old Supreme, what do you intend to do?"

"Your Majesty Yuliel."

Suddenly, blood gushed from Old True King's face, and his true spirit and soul were shattered by his own power.

"With our Emperor dead, the Ember Court is destroyed."

"After countless years of mutual warfare and Endless Planes, they were finally defeated by the Multiverse."

"I cannot deny the short lifespan of the Ember Court, nor can I deny that my Emperor Alanmonlos has not gained the loyalty of all the True King of the Endless Planes."

"But no matter how short-lived a dynasty may be, even if it is ruled by a defeated Monarch, there should still be those who die for their country!"

"I, Ming Ruo, am an old man, fortunate to have gained the favor of His Majesty, who has bestowed upon me great power and the utmost trust over countless years."

"Now that I have been defeated, I will stand as the last vestige of Ember Court and fall upon this ashes!"

"May future generations not forget that I, Ember Court, am not entirely a subject of a fallen kingdom!"

After saying that.

He completely severed all his life force and committed suicide on the ground.

This scene deeply shocked the people of Endless Planes across the earth.

"Old True King, is he really this fierce?"

"If the King Ming dies, we will not live alone!"

Following in the footsteps of the old True King Old True King Ming Ruo, some of his clansmen, along with some members of the Emberfolk and Illusionfolk, committed suicide.

High above the heavens.

Jiang Yuu was equally shaken as he watched Ming Ruo die before his eyes.

He withdrew his aura, dispelled the oppressive aura emanating from everyone in the Endless Planes, and silently gazed at the corpse of the old True King. After a long while, he sighed.

"What a loyal and valiant old minister!"

He spoke to Lionheart behind him.

"Lionheart, give this True King a proper burial for me."

"Yes, Father God."

Lionheart nodded in agreement.

There was also a sense of respect in his eyes.

Jiang Yuu then looked at the kings and countless powerful figures from the Endless Planes who were immersed in sorrow, and slowly spoke.

"Originally, I wanted to condemn you all as criminals and extinguish all pride and courage in your hearts."

"I will not kill you, breaking my promise to Alanmonlos, but how you are dealt with is up to me."

You won't have it too easy.

"But the death of this old True King changed my mind."

"Human will cannot be changed by will."

"Similarly, even among people from Endless Planes, there are differences in a person's merits and demerits."

"In that case, I will judge your sins according to the Holiness Judgment, taking into account your past deeds."

"All those who have committed sins shall be sinners, subject to my Judgment!"

"Those who have not committed any sins, I pardon the crime of this war, and may return home without guilt."