Volume 11: The Cursed Hammer Witch Chapter 28: Above the Stars (Part 2)
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The man in the void did not speak, and the emperor also stopped talking, just quietly looking at the man who looked like a skeleton.
He knew that even after hundreds of years of imprisonment, this man with a cruel and surging fire still burning in his heart could not die in this prison. His will, his ability, and his spirit were still constantly eroding this space cage that had been continuously blessed by generations of emperors.
That power cannot be touched, so it cannot be sealed by force. That power is highly corrosive, so it cannot be sealed by energy. That power is as powerful as words, so no sound can be made. That power's sight is like fire, so he cannot see it. That power can turn the world into a white ground just by spreading its thoughts, so his thoughts cannot escape. And all these impossibilities and all the sealing methods finally created the greatest and most terrifying prison in the empire.
The magic energy and minerals consumed to maintain it require one tenth . However, the waste from his thoughts and emotions alone is enough to make the armies of the Elf Empire and the Dark Elf Empire as fragile as thin paper. Even the radiation products alone can greatly suppress the blessings of the gods. From the very beginning, humans have no respect for things that are high above. Now it is the era of the Knight Emperor. He has completely mastered the secrets of the previous dynasty and is more confident in his judgment. He quietly looks at the figure in the void in front of him.
Through the 746 spatial folding images, 13 magic pattern arrays and 7 folding arrays need to be eroded every second. Hundreds of magicians are constantly drawing array diagrams to seal this man day and night, and all for the secret in his mind. That powerful and terrifying secret of his.
"First Saint Gram... No one in the world would have thought you were here. It's terrifying that a legend who has been dead for five hundred years is still alive."
Looking at the wreckage of nothingness, the Knight Emperor grinned and said in a low voice:
"The Holy Sword Emperor was so far-sighted that he discovered your plan to cleanse the world long ago. So he led his men to attack you, a monster, using all kinds of cunning and despicable means that even I could hardly imagine. But surprisingly, you managed to hold on. You even killed the Holy Sword Emperor in return."
"Since then, every generation of us has been fighting against you, your thoughts, your actions, your power. The Magic Emperor even contained all the magic within his own body in the process of fighting you. This is the history of our struggle, Gram. You resisted our entire dynasty with the power of one person. Your power is completely beyond our comprehension. Your ability is even more terrifying than what is described in legends and epics. But I only have one question for you."
"Why do you and your companions want to destroy this world?"
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There was no response.
The figure in the void did not waver at all, and remained curled up in the reflection of the starry sky, without any sign of life.
Faced with this attitude of refusal to cooperate, the Knight Emperor did not waver or anything. Instead, he calmly sat cross-legged on the stairs and said slowly:
"My father brought to observe the most powerful enemy of our empire. Then I saw you. From the very beginning, I was confused by your strength. How could there be such a powerful person in this world? I have been thinking this since I was a child, and I have always wanted to ask you the reason for your strength."
"But you keep perfunctorily dealing with me. I know you may be the only person on this planet who can kill gods, but I am still very dissatisfied with you, you know? Because you always use various excuses to deceive me. What about having a bright heart, what about believing in justice, saying that as long as you believe in your heart, you can accomplish everything. You really have the nerve to use such a clumsy scam to block my desire for knowledge? So I don't have time to mess with you now, First Apostle. Tell me everything you have discovered."
"The reason for your strength, the real purpose of your team, what is the relationship between the monsters falling from the starry sky and you, how much do you know about it? If possible, I can also join your ranks. I defeated the once prosperous Elf Empire and brought the entire Dark Elves under the control of the empire. I will be the greatest man in the entire empire, but I can't do anything about you. I am afraid of you, I am terrified of you, and I admit that I have always had intentions towards you. But you are so cruel and never respond to my ideas directly. So now, let me make a deal with you."
"The ruler of an empire, an empire of tens of millions of people, I believe this is a good bargaining chip, right?"
"'...You still do not uphold justice, young emperor.'"
"Are you finally willing to speak?"
Looking at the vibrations gradually echoing in the void, the Knight Emperor grinned.
He knew that the moment that mouth spoke, dozens of mages wailed and turned into powder, and then dozens of mages took over this task to convey the will of the First Saint. And all of these mages were disrespectful to the Empire. People often say that mages who disrespect the Empire need to be burned to charcoal, and this is obviously a fact here.
An inexplicable force was transmitted to their minds along with consciousness and sound, causing these mages to suffer pain and torment. Occasionally, some mages could hold on for a little longer, but they would soon be ignited by the blazing white flames from their hearts. These cruel mages knelt on the ground crying bitterly, constantly cutting their flesh and hearts with knives condensed by magic power, crying out their sins. This scene happened continuously in dozens of secret rooms in the endless void, but the Knight Emperor did not care.
On the contrary, he was very happy that the First Saint in the Void finally responded to his words and began to tell him the essence of all this.
But he didn't seem to feel the excitement of the Knight Emperor. The Saint's voice was full of majesty and determination, as if the five hundred years of imprisonment had not left even the slightest trace on his soul.
"'What you worship is not light and justice, but only the violence it brings. Your conquest is to satisfy your own ambitions, and your prayers are for your own desires. This is understandable, but it is not a reason to join us. I said it ten years ago, twenty years ago, and I will say it again now. You cannot accept the Holy Light.'"
