By Norton 36, the Southern Continent had achieved considerable success in its struggle against the strangulation of that Pale God.
Norton, the Pale God once praised in the songs of the Southern Continent, has now become a rat in the street, hated by everyone.
Even the mere sight of his carriage when he goes out will attract a barrage of insults.
Of course, the Holy Empire Parliament did a good job of putting on a show by merely hurling insults. Whenever someone hurled insults, they would send troops to beat up the people who were hurling them, in order to win the favor of that Pale God.
If Norton hadn't been fully aware of their actions, he might have been deceived by their methods.
"Your Majesty, the people of the Southern Continent are now ignorant and foolish, blinded by others, and dare to disrespect Your Majesty! Your Majesty, should this old servant let them recall the past and know Your Majesty's great power!" Abraham, this thick-browed and big-eyed fellow, had just received the ships from the Northern Continent that were transporting War Machine from the border city, and he pretended to be loyal and spoke to Norton.
However, while his words sounded very loyal, such behavior could only lead to one consequence: the people of the Southern Continent would treat his Pale God Norton even worse, making matters worse.
As expected of Abraham, he's already started to evolve; even backstabbing has to look like loyalty.
Norton felt genuinely gratified as he watched Abraham evolve.
"With a determination that has remained unchanged for a thousand years, and the perseverance to climb even the highest mountains, Abraham, you have already possessed the glory of a true progenitor!"
Norton was greatly pleased, and looking at Abraham kneeling on the ground, he felt refreshed and invigorated.
But his words left Abraham bewildered, and he exclaimed in surprise.
"Ah?"
What does Your Majesty mean by this?
Before the thought had even formed, Norton's insightful words followed.
"It's good that you're determined to betray me, but the idea of War Machine is far too far-fetched. I am invincible, and even steel cannot harm me."
Everything I am is based on my Existence Level; nothing, not even steel or mortal dust, can harm me in the slightest, even if I stand still!
Abraham, study the Existence Level! Duoxia has not drunk blood for many years and is already mentally impaired, yet you now regard him as the ultimate truth—how utterly foolish!
As for the Southern Continent's attempt to hold me hostage by using its reputation and public opinion, it is utterly arrogant and foolish.
What good is fame to me? What good is public opinion to me?
I have waited so long, waiting for the betrayal of all living beings! And now you have given me such a naive answer sheet, which has truly disappointed me!
Is the transcendence I seek so difficult?
Norton sat on his high throne, sighing with emotion, his words filled with affection and guidance for Abraham.
However, his words made Abraham tremble all over, his soul seemed to leave his body, and he knelt on the ground, his body weak and limp, as if he were a lump of mud and could not even feel his own body.
Although His Majesty's words were brief, their content filled him with dread.
Putting aside the fact that His Majesty believed he, Abraham, had been betraying him repeatedly, the mere fact that His Majesty already knew about the War Machine he had just received was enough to drive him to despair.
The following words directly named Abraham, and even stated that all the actions of the Northern Continent Southern Continent were utterly futile...
Could it be that Your Majesty's so-called monitoring is actually true omniscience?
Abraham was as soft as mud, but deep down he felt a sense of relief.
His Majesty longed to be betrayed, and for the first time, he said it outright.
And this would also be the reason why Abraham survived.
Similarly, it showed Abraham his own leverage... He, Abraham, was the unwavering betrayer!
But that makes it even more ridiculous.
His every move, Abraham's every action, was under His Majesty's watchful eye...
"Your Majesty..."
"Enough!" Norton said indifferently, extending his hand to stop Abraham's struggles and unconvincing excuses.
"Continue with your plans, and let all the betrayals come even more fiercely!"
Norton's pure white figure sat upright on the throne, his words conveying an air of indifference to everything.
But in reality, deep down, he already felt a sense of excitement and anticipation for that War Machine.
He didn't expect the War Machine to harm him; he expected that the so-called soul would allow him to truly advance!
" Jonah, Jonah... Hahahaha, Kuba was the nourishment for my advancement in the past, and Jonah can also become the material for my ascension today!"
I have been waiting for a long time, and I can continue to wait.
I could even expose some weaknesses to make their backstabbing even more insane!