The Terrible Emperor

The protective barrier of the Orca Heaven and Earth Way on his body was shattered. At this level, the simplified moves were somewhat inadequate in terms of defense. However, Bai Mo's punch speed did not decrease in the slightest, and his punch Terrible Emperor's brain.

The Avici Uninterrupted wounds from previous encounters were also affected.

Ivan the Terrible's consciousness instantly left this body, but this time, his consciousness did not return to that familiar safe place. A yellow light curtain, like a piece of paper, blocked his way.

"Are you... Heroic Spirit from the Pan-Human History? Using magic of this level, you're courting your own destruction, a meaningless sacrifice."

Even with only his consciousness, Ivan the Terrible was confident enough that he would not fail. But when his hand touched that paper-thin barrier, he could not penetrate it even an inch.

"Alas, you emperors, each one of you is truly arrogant. But then again, high and mighty rulers naturally wouldn't think that we mayflies could rival you."

Terrible Emperor quickly calmed down. The exchange of consciousness seemed long, but in reality, it only lasted a moment in the outside world. He still had a chance!

"You stand up for the people? Then you should understand that everything I do is for the sake of maintaining this world; you should be able to understand that!"

Even after a century of slumber, the Terrible Emperor still possessed a keen political sense and the ability to judge character; with just one sentence, he could discern what kind of person this consciousness was.

"Perhaps, but these are not things I should be thinking about."

"What... are you saying?"

Is this guy out of his mind like me? Fighting for the people, can't he see the cruelty of this world? Can't he see it? If it weren't for me, this world would have been finished long ago?

"Your Majesty, when every level of a nation becomes a ruthless exploiter, no amount of repair will help. This nation, relying solely on its people, cannot create a peaceful world."

The world is sick, and you can't cure it. By the time you're gone, the entire country is rotten to the core. Even if you win and resolve everything, you'll still have to go back, and nothing will change in the end.

Ugh, what a mess! The heavens here can't even grow a single grain of rice.

Zhang Jue's voice carried a deep sense of self-mockery. On the yellow paper, faces appeared one after another— the Yaga, the rebels. They sat in a room covered with talismans, all wearing yellow turbans.

"However, one thing is true: I alone cannot overcome your spirit."

Why would they risk their lives for you?

"Just a bowl of talisman water, how despicable! Using such cheap things to buy a person's life. But this price reflects the wickedness of this world. I'm not a Zhengyi person, but this kind of world must be destroyed."

As Zhang Jue's somewhat self-deprecating words fell, Terrible Emperor's spirit vanished from this place. Outside, Sea Tiger Exploding Fist had already destroyed the skull of his monstrous body, splattering brain matter everywhere.

Everything that just happened occurred in the blink of an eye in the real world.

Completely neglecting defense and relying excessively on a particular strength can lead to dangerous or even desperate situations when that strength becomes ineffective.

"Hell Blade God, let us end his life together."

Having landed a successful blow, giving the Terrible Emperor no chance to catch his breath, two Hell Blade God appeared, their Blade of Hell falling continuously, causing injuries that were difficult to control due to Cellular Regeneration.

Four blades pierced his body, yet Ivan the Terrible made no attempt to defend himself.

He felt no pain; having spent his years on the border and traversed this path of life, he had long forgotten what suffering was. Perhaps it was only after witnessing the choices his own people had made that he fell into this confusion.

But this confusion was only momentary; my thoughts immediately returned to the present, to my current situation.

This is absolutely terrible. Although we can still draw power from the Fantasy Tree, the effect of Cellular Regeneration is greatly reduced when facing the Blade of Hell.

The mental shift has occurred; one's greatest support has vanished.

Moreover, this level of injury requires time to recover from, and Bai Mo wouldn't give him that chance.

What other options are there? Yes, Bai Mo in front of me is also seriously injured. If I can destroy him in the next attack, then victory will still belong to me. Apart from that strange Cellular Regeneration, he only has 760,000 defense.

But this strike requires absolute power; does he still possess that power?

Or rather, is there still the determination and fighting spirit to propel that force forward?

Lightning surged into the Terrible Emperor's body, and the mammoth beneath him let out a mournful cry. Then, all the power was transferred to the Terrible Emperor, whose flesh and blood were torn apart, and his whole body twisted like a pulp.

At this moment, Bai Mo finally understood the reason for Ivan the Terrible's power: why he could draw power from the Fantasy Tree and why he could transfer his consciousness without dissipating.

Lightning pierced the heavens and the earth, causing all living beings to prostrate themselves, daring not to face the king's might. However, Bai Mo, facing this power, remained unmoved, merely asking:

Is it worth it?

Bai Mo's words were calm, yet they struck Ivan the Terrible like a heavy hammer.

Behind every great power lies a price, and now Bai Mo truly understands what that price is.

The connection between Ivan the Terrible's monstrous body and the Fantasy Tree lies within his marrow, where pale roots have now replaced the original bone marrow.

Like mycelium, it took deep root in his bones, causing him immense pain every moment. These roots would automatically reappear even if the Cellular Regeneration.

It's less of a power and more of a... curse.

"There's nothing worthwhile or not; I have nothing left but the country beneath my feet."

Lightning flashed, Ivan the Terrible gripped his scepter tightly. It was his weapon, the scepter he hated most, stained with his son's blood.

When Ivan IV was three years old, his only mother was poisoned by nobles. After that, he was nominally the emperor, but in reality, he was just a plaything in the hands of those powerful nobles.

I lived cautiously, only daring to mourn my mother's death in the cold night.

As he grew up, he met the love of his life, Anastasia Romanov, who was the only light in his dark life, but... that light was soon extinguished.

She died, along with their five children, leaving only the youngest, Ivan.

If she had never existed, perhaps the Terrible Emperor wouldn't have suffered so much; if he hadn't seen the light, he could have endured the darkness.

After that, the world became a land of permafrost, and Ivan had to transform all his people into Yaga. The pressure was immense, but Ivan made his decision nonetheless.

It was a difficult decision. Ivan knew someone would try to stop him, but he never expected that even his last son would stand against him...

"Enough, Ivan!"

An elderly, stressed, and enraged Ivan struck his youngest son on the head with his scepter. In his fury, he did not notice a beam of light merging into his son from behind.

Blood splattered, and brain matter flowed into his mouth. The Tsar held his last child, like a desperate old man, and could only call out the name of his dead child again and again.

That day, pain and regret completely killed the old man. Perhaps, on that day, Ivan IV died, leaving behind only the king of this frozen land, the Terrible Emperor of Russia...

"Your Majesty, the enemy's army is unstoppable, and the gap between our forces and theirs is too great. There is no other way."

"That tree... how's your research going, Magecraft?"

The court Magecraft swallowed hard, and with a forced smile, uttered those treasonous words.

"It's possible to harness its power, but the recipient of such a thing will undoubtedly die. However, the transplanted body can serve as a medium, but this connection can only be established among people of the same bloodline."

"Bloodline?"

"Yes... the body of Prince Ivan that you preserved, combined with your Magnetic Field Power to regenerate cells... perhaps that will work."

The Terrible Emperor's gaze was piercing as he stared intently at the Magecraft at his feet. After an unknown amount of time, he let out a heavy sigh.

He had nothing left but his kingdom; he even used his son's remains as a tool. All he had left was this kingdom. Even though the people feared him, even though he was surrounded by powerful enemies, even though all those he wanted to protect had vanished.

Above his head was his crown; in his hand was his scepter; beneath his feet was his kingdom.

"Kill--!" With a roar, the monster's body of the Terrible Emperor burst open, and a humanoid figure rushed out. His body was composed of the Fantasy Tree, his eyes were blood-red, and only his heart was still beating.

With a powerful punch, the Magnetic Field Rotation —940,000 horsepower!

Strong, very strong. Bai Mo stared at the Terrible Emperor before him. He had already pushed himself to the limit, and Bai Mo felt immense pressure in the face of this attack. But at the same time, he was thinking about other things.

It's time to make a move.

Thinking this, sure enough, a sword light appeared in the distance, pointing directly at Bai Mo.

In the final moments, Bai Wubian finally made his move.

Nine hundred thousand bolts of power— the World-Destroying Boundless Sword!

Regaining his fighting spirit, Bai Wubian unleashed his true terrifying power, unleashing countless sword energies towards Bai Mo. Yes, his target was Bai Mo.

At this moment, Terrible Emperor appeared powerful, but in this state, it would take him at least several years to recover. He made a decisive decision to completely eliminate Bai Mo, the only threat he posed.

At the same time, with a thought from Bai Wubian, in the distant Kremlin, Kadoc, whose eyes were lifeless, raised his left hand and drew a Command Spell to release light.

Vi opened its Mystic Eyes, and a beam of light shot straight towards the battlefield.