Chapter 337: 凡人的罪

The Blood Domain World.

The Blood Emperor and Brom were quietly playing chess.

"I feel as though I hear the cries of all beings, helpless wails begging their king for aid," Brom said with a smile. "It reminds me of when I used potions to transform many humans into an army of orcs, invading human kingdoms."

The Blood Emperor calmly replied, "You underestimate me. Though I am human, the world calls me 'Blood.' In my era, my hands were steeped in blood; I even dared to carve a bloody path through the Underworld."

He knew his opponent was provoking him.

If he were to protect the mortals of this land, he would become a target and be besieged by the surrounding Monarch Emperors. However, his opponent had miscalculated. Over his long life, he had already become indifferent to such matters.

Dark winds swirled across the land. One by one, the Monarch Emperors, who had been meditating with closed eyes, suddenly opened them, their pupils contracting sharply.

"Emperor Black Prison Burch... is he dead?"

They felt his aura vanish.

According to their understanding, there were no Monarch Emperors left in the rear lands, so how could anyone have stopped him?

"Who killed him?"

"Is there an ancient Monarch Emperor hiding in the shadows?"

"Could it be the most mysterious Monarch Emperor Messiah?"

Streams of divine sense collided, exchanging information.

They found it inconceivable. No Monarch Emperor, they believed, would risk being killed by them for the sake of the beings of this era.

They were all ancient emperors who had slumbered for centuries. This current era, they reasoned, could be purged, and in less than two or three centuries, it would recover its present prosperity. Despite some internal struggle and hesitation, they steeled their hearts for the possibility of achieving godhood, having long grown indifferent to the lives and deaths of mortals over their long existence.

"Everything is already destined..."

"No one can reverse this era."

They communicated among themselves, planning to dispatch several Monarch Emperors to investigate the truth.

"I'll go and investigate who acted against us," said the Pale King, a skeletal monarch clad in battle armor.

"I'll go too. This era belongs to us, and we are quite familiar with it," said Empress Kaguya, a female emperor of a contemporary mortal kingdom whose life could be written into a legend.

"I'll go as well," said Monarch Emperor Mokore, the Sooty Black. He was calm, his eyes bloodshot. He was a horrifying mass of black sludge, completely shapeless, having transformed himself beyond recognition with demonic potions.

"I'll go too," said Peter, an orc emperor.

Boom—

Soon, four Monarch Emperors swiftly flew towards the outpost in the rear.

Beneath the dark and gloomy sky, amidst the dark red mountains, they witnessed scenes of the previous slaughter: shattered corpses of quasi-emperors and legendary powerhouses at the watchtower.

The ground was covered in blood and eerie stillness.

"Let's split up and search. Keep in contact at all times."

They quickly split up.

Empress Kaguya did not search. Instead, after everyone else had left, she quietly went to the watchtower and sat down. This woman, who appeared to be in her early thirties, possessed a mature and captivating charm. She gazed silently at the sky, took out a bottle of wine, and drank it slowly.

"Are we truly going to..." The Pale King suddenly fell silent, then emerged from the shadows.

Empress Kaguya looked at him in surprise, having not expected him to stay behind. She, too, paused in silence before taking a deep drink of wine and offering it to him. "We have no choice..."

The Sooty Black Emperor also emerged from the shadows, looking at the two of them.

They stared at each other blankly, then suddenly laughed helplessly.

"You can't bring yourself to do it either?"

"They are all my people."

No one would have expected that they, as Monarch Emperors of this era who were most familiar with its terrain and networks, would choose not to search but deliberately let the others go.

They waited for a while longer. The last person, Peter the Orc Monarch Emperor, did not return. Clearly, he truly intended to partake in the slaughter of this era and stand with the ancient emperors.

The Sooty Black King approached. This mass of white sludge took the bottle and drank with the other two.

"Do you think... if we also slept for a long time like them, would we become like them?" The Pale King suddenly asked, "Would we also fall? Have you heard of the Primordial Realm, that distant history? Dao Changsheng, who single-handedly blocked the Great Luo Heaven?"

"Heh? In this world, there is no right or wrong."

"Only strength and weakness."

The three chatted, neither stopping nor helping. They merely hid quietly in a corner, waiting cowardly. This was all they could do. They couldn't bring themselves to sacrifice their lives and futilely resist, nor were they willing to be called heroes who gave up their lives.

As they drank, a large amount of grayish-white liquid suddenly flowed from Monarch Emperor Mokore's eye sockets, appearing eerie and sinister.

"It's my fault... It's all my fault..." Mokore tilted his head back, drinking the wine with a bitter smile.

"Emperor Mokore, calm yourself!" Empress Kaguya noticed something was wrong. It seemed some of his fundamental beliefs were crumbling, leading him to despair and despondency. This was terrifying; there were too many examples of people collapsing and never recovering. She tried to stabilize his emotions.

"It's my fault... It truly is my fault..." Mokore's tears slowly streamed from the corners of his eyes. This great emperor wept bitterly. "I suppressed this era, and I suppressed you all. I was unrivaled in the whole world, when...

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