"You've never even looked at me properly, you've never had any real hope for me, so how can you be disappointed? Arshavin militarily invincible, stronger than me, I accept that. Dominguez, that bastard, is patient and resourceful, I tolerate that too. Even Natasha, that woman, earns your trust more than I do. Fine, everyone says he's incredibly intelligent, a Female Literary Sage, I tolerate that too. But even the King of a small Chambord City, that barbaric bastard named Alexander, you treat him better than you treat me? Why? I can't take it anymore, hahahaha! Didn't you say you'd never employ me again? I've had enough, I can't take it anymore! With the help of the people of Barcelona, from now on, I am the King of Zenit, everything on this land will revolve around my will, I am the supreme ruler of this land, hahahahaha..."
The fourth prince has completely lost his mind.
His eyes were bloodshot, as if stained with blood, and his voice was hysterical, like that of a madman.
A trace of heartache and regret finally appeared in Emperor Yassin's eyes, and he sighed softly.
"What? You regret it now? Hahaha, too late, Father. It is your favoritism, your bias, your ruthlessness that has led to all of this today, hahaha..." The fourth prince Christo, laughed triumphantly.
"I do regret it, but I regret not killing you, you beast, sooner."
Emperor Yassin's expression hardened. "Your eyes have been blinded by your greedy and wicked heart. I have never favored any of you brothers. You are not particularly talented, yet I have repeatedly entrusted you with important tasks, hoping you could make up for your shortcomings through diligence. In the Southern Frontier War, you lost hundreds of thousands of elite troops of the empire, but I did not punish you. You formed cliques and engaged in corruption within the capital, but I did not punish you either. You made many mistakes, yet I still allowed you to guard the West Gate, hoping you could win merit in this war. Even if I abdicate and a new emperor ascends the throne, you could still obtain a prestigious title for your military achievements, enough to ensure a life of wealth and comfort. But you are selfish, ambitious, and completely lack the awareness of a nobleman and a prince. As a result, the army complained, and the generals and soldiers resented you. I demoted you to an ordinary nobleman, also to protect you... You cannot see my good intentions at all. Your heart is filled with resentment, complaints, and greed. If I had known this in the past, I should not have indulged and spoiled you repeatedly. It is I who have no face to face the people of the empire."
"Lies, all lies, you're lying to me." The Fourth Prince Christo, was stung by the chilling killing intent in Emperor Yassin's eyes. If there was still a trace of affection in the eyes of the man he had both feared and loved and hated all his life before, now, all that remained in his gaze towards Christo was naked killing intent.
This drove Christo into a frenzy once again.
"Hahaha, what's the use of saying all this now? Do you know how the Central Magic Tower collapsed? Haha, I personally led the people of Barcelona and Eindhoven, using my princely status, to easily pass through each checkpoint, deceiving all the guards, and then, without them noticing, slaughtered all the mages stationed in the tower. Haha, the more sophisticated the magic array, the less room there is for error. I must admit, the [ Protection of Mother Earth ] after being modified by those scum of Chambord City is indeed terrifying, but I don't intend to change or stop it, but to destroy it. It only requires slightly altering its circuitry to do this easily. My father, look, who is this?"
With that, Christo waved his hand, and the beautiful Eindhoven woman behind him emerged, dragging a bloodied and mangled figure.
Snap!
A mangled figure lay on the ground, twitching slowly. His limbs had been severed by sharp blades, leaving only his torso. Some kind of magical treatment had been applied to his wounds to prevent him from bleeding to death or dying from the excruciating pain. His entire body was soaked in blood and covered in wounds, with almost no intact skin on his face. However, his red beard made him vaguely recognizable as the former commander of the local police station, " Red Beard " Granero.
"Waaah..."
Granero, now covered in blood, struggled to lift his head and saw Emperor Yassin opposite him. He roared excitedly, his voice like smoke, but he couldn't speak, because his tongue had been cut off at the root.
Upon recognizing Granero, a trace of sorrow flashed across Emperor Yassin's face. His anger could no longer be suppressed, and a murderous glint appeared in his eyes. He raised his hand and pointed, sending a pure golden sword light slicing through the sky and hurtling towards Christo.
Despite being severely injured, his Peak Demigod Class strength was far beyond what Christo, a half-baked Star Class mage, could handle. The fourth prince was so frightened that his face turned pale and Shout.
bite!
Leo Messi, who had been smiling all along, raised his hand and pointed, an invisible force shattering the pure gold sword energy. He smiled nonchalantly and said, "Why is Your Majesty Yassin so angry? The Fourth Prince is a man of extraordinary talent and knows how to seize the moment. He has made the best choice. I intend to support him as the new emperor of the Zenit Empire, to succeed you in ruling this land. Naturally, I cannot allow you to kill him."
Emperor Yassin's face grew even paler.
Just now, because of the forced exertion of power, streaks of pale golden blood spurted out from the wounds on my body.
He forcibly used the Imperial Dao Power of Faith, which he had not yet fully comprehended, which had already planted irreversible wounds in his body. In addition, he was severely injured in the previous battle with Messi. In fact, he was already at the point of exhaustion. If it weren't for the incredible vitality of Demigod- level expert, he would probably have died long ago.
" Esteban, I have failed you." Emperor Yassin looked at Granero.
"Waaah, waaah..." Granero spat out large chunks of blood, his expression extremely agitated, but clearly not because of his own miserable fate, but because of the terrible wounds and plight of Emperor Yassin.
"Did you do this?" Emperor Yassin asked Christo.
"That's right, that bastard has always been my enemy. On the city walls, if it weren't for his constant harassment, would I have lost my military command? And then he led his men into the collapsed magic tower area, trying to assassinate me. Heh heh, I caught him, cut off his limbs, and pulled out his tongue, so he can't even curse. Heh heh, I won't let him die easily; I'll torture him until he's begging for death. Hahaha!"
The fourth prince Christo, laughed maniacally.
Emperor Yassin, his face filled with sorrow, briefly closed his eyes, then suddenly opened them, his gaze flashing with brilliance. With a flick of his fingers, he severed his left shoulder, drawing a wisp of blood from the cut and flicking it into the heavens. "All the stars and countless gods, as witnesses, Andrei Yassin, by drawing blood and severing his arm, expels Andrei Christo from the Zenit Imperial Family bloodline, severing all ties. From this day forward, there will be no more blood relations."
Second update <dd>