The Sovereign's Emissary, Breler

Coiling Dragon's Lonely Soul, Chapter 174: The Sovereign's Emissary, Breler

Hemus looked up for the second time, staring intently at Dimont: "I admit, I underestimated you before. You are capable of hurting me." Hemus knew very well that his fist technique was profound and its power was the strongest. Even a direct fist clash had torn a layer of skin. If Dimont's punch had hit another part of his body, it could indeed have injured him.

"However, my strength is indeed a bit less than yours." Dimont was also secretly amazed by Hemus's strength; no wonder even his boss had praised Hemus.

If he hadn't activated his innate ability, he would probably have been easily crushed by his opponent in terms of strength. Even now that he has activated his innate ability, he is still at a disadvantage in terms of absolute strength. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been the one who was just forced back.

Of course, if it comes to a fight to the death, the outcome is still uncertain. After all, while Hemus is stronger, his defensive capabilities are still somewhat inferior.

He might have a chance to hurt Hemus, but Hemus would never be able to hurt him. Plus, he's faster, so there's still a slight chance he can wear down his opponent.

This Hemus is the first person since he became Highgod who has been able to force him into a 'fighting' situation.

"Haha." When Hemus, with his disheveled hair, heard his opponent admit defeat, he also let out a hearty laugh. The laughter was like thunder, continuous and endless. Hemus's golden eyes were fixed on Dimont, his gaze burning, and two visible golden beams of light burst forth.

"Dimont, right? I, Hemus, will remember you! You're a rare master! I, Hemus, have fought countless people, but you're the first to injure me with just your fists! It's rare to encounter a master like you. Come, let's have another good fight!"

The Sinking Earth Sovereign, who was observing the battle from afar using his divine sense, immediately darkened his expression.

"What's wrong with Hemus? He beat them, and he's still so relentless?" His original intention was to get Hemus to go easy on him and admit defeat, but this 'big oaf' had clearly forgotten his instructions.

He himself forgot that Hemus was by nature straightforward and belligerent.

As soon as Hemus finished speaking, he moved! His golden steel thigh slammed into the ground, and "Boom!" The entire platform at the mountain peak cracked open, revealing hundreds of tiny fissures. Hemus transformed into a hazy golden lightning bolt and charged straight towards Dimont!

"Alright, let's have a good fight today!" Dimont was also in high spirits. It was rare to encounter such an opponent, how could he not have a good fight?

"Boom!" Hemus's right leg, gleaming with golden light, hurtled towards Dimont like a meteorite. The kick shook the heavens and earth, distorted space, and created dozens of twisted spatial rifts.

"A leg-and-foot contest? Perfect for me!" Dimont was not to be outdone. His thick waist suddenly twisted! His body spun like a windmill, and the black leg shadow followed suit, kicking towards the Void ahead with almost no slowing down.

"Boom!"

By using the rotation of his waist to generate power, Dimont's kick did make up for some of the power issue. At the same time, the black substance accompanying his kick also grazed Hemus' skin again.

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However, it was still just a minor injury, and in the blink of an eye, Hemus had fully recovered.

"Again!" Hemus was also full of fighting spirit, and the two clashed again. However, this time, Dimont directly transformed into his Divine Beast form, using his six arms to fight.

Even with just two arms, he would still be at a disadvantage, but with all six arms at once...

Punches came from all angles, and even Hemus was getting a headache. "You bastard!" Hemus hadn't expected that Dimont would naturally have six arms, and he was caught off guard and a bit flustered.

"Boom!"

Above the Whirling Rock Mountain Range, the two figures, one gold and one black, were like two behemoths, relentlessly attacking their opponent. Their attacks were almost all brutal, with no one dodging their opponent's blows; they simply used their bodies to block, making for a truly spectacular sight.

Even after fighting for a long time, the two were still evenly matched.

Although Dimont was capable of injuring Hemus, unless Hemus stood there without resisting and allowed Demont to hit his vulnerable parts, the damage he could inflict would be negligible.

In the end, Hemus actually showed mutual respect with Dimont, acting as if they were kindred spirits. Anyone who didn't know better would think they were invincible.

Although among the gods, apart from those at the Paragon, no one can truly defeat them.

After bidding farewell to Hemus, Rog and Dimont embarked on their journey to the Black Tortoise Continent once again.

"Did you have a good time this time?" In the Metallic Lifeform, Rog had already separated Death Sovereign Divine Clone to create Divine Plane, and at this moment he looked very relaxed.

"A reputation is well-deserved; this Hemus is indeed formidable." Dimont laughed heartily, not annoyed by his loss in strength. On the contrary, he was quite pleased to have finally found someone he could fight without restraint.

He had already made an appointment with his opponent to continue their sparring and competition in the future.

Black Tortoise Continent.

In the Metallic Lifeform, another legion commander appeared to guide them.

"Sovereign," William, the legion commander of the Black Tortoise Continent, said respectfully, "What's most special about this Breler is his physical defense! His physical defense is extremely strong, especially after he transforms; even experts of the same level would find it difficult to kill him. However, his overall strength is actually only average."

"It doesn't matter. What I value is his status as a master of magic arrays." Rog knew that this Breler was actually Bula Clan life form like Orloff. Perhaps only special beings like them could immerse themselves in the tedious task of 'magic array research' for so many years without feeling bored, but rather enjoying it.

At the end of the meadow stands a building formed from condensed elements, and in front of the building is a shimmering lake.

"Sovereign, we've arrived. The place where Breler lives is just ahead," William immediately reminded them. Rog nodded, and the three of them flew out of their Metallic Lifeform and headed towards the building ahead.

"My name is Breler, and may I ask who you are?" Breler stepped forward with a smile.

The white-robed man, Breler, was suddenly confronted with three strangers, yet he showed no sign of alarm, instead greeting them with a smile. It seems his reputation as a "good guy" is indeed well-deserved.

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"Breler!" William immediately spoke up, "I am William, the commander of the Black Tortoise Legion, and this man beside me is a great Sovereign."

The white-robed man, ' Breler, ' showed no doubt whatsoever about the three strangers' words and immediately knelt down: ' Breler, greetings to the Sovereign. What business does the Sovereign have with me? If so, please give your orders.'

"Interesting? Didn't you ever doubt the authenticity of our identities?" Rog looked at the white-robed man, Breler, with great interest. He could also vaguely see the unique characteristics of the Bula Clan in him.

"The Sovereign is joking. I think no god would dare to impersonate the Sovereign so casually..." Although Breler had a good temper, he wasn't stupid. Although the three of them had arrived suddenly, he didn't believe that anyone would dare to impersonate the Sovereign so casually. The Sovereign wasn't someone that just any god would dare to impersonate.

"What you say makes some sense," Rog said again. "Breler, I can make you my Sovereign's Emissary and grant you a Sovereign Artifact that you desire. Are you willing?" Rog had a slight smile on his face.

"Ah!" Breler was taken aback.

Sovereign's Emissary? Sovereign Artifact?

This stroke of good fortune left Breler dizzy. After countless years of cultivation, who wouldn't want to reach the pinnacle? But even becoming a lord or Prefect doesn't guarantee obtaining Sovereign Artifact. After all, there are only so many Sovereign's Emissary. But the number of people who can Commander is far greater than the number of Sovereign's Emissary.

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"Me, the Sovereign's Emissary?" Breler couldn't help but ask again.

"That's right." Rog nodded affirmatively, "Are you willing?"

"Yes, yes, Breler, I am willing to serve the Great Sovereign." Although he didn't know how the Great Sovereign had chosen him to Sovereign's Emissary, how could Breler possibly miss such an opportunity?