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Chapter 1583: Chapter 546: The Emperor’s Demise (Part 2)

Suddenly, the abnormal surge of energy from the distance at the Imperial Palace immediately interrupted Rein’s thoughts.

”Huh? What is that?” Rein couldn’t help but turn his head to look.

Rein could feel a majestic aura rising in the Imperial Palace, filled with dignity and grandeur, but with some differences from the divine kind of majesty.

”Has His Majesty reached the critical moment of ascension?”

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Above the Imperial Palace.

The perceptions of several gods were naturally more intense and clear.

”We need to speed up.”

”Hela, let’s ignore that human for now. Our goal this time is to prevent the appearance of another human strong enough to reach the Demigod level.”

”Hmm, no matter how strong that human becomes, it will still take a while for him to ascend to Demigod level. By then, we could have long descended as Demigod-level avatars. He will pose no threat.”

The Nether Sea Goddess Hela wanted to argue a few points.

But thinking of her three encounters with the Blasphemer, where she failed to take him down, Hela refrained from speaking further to save face and nodded in agreement with the other gods’ opinions.

”Then let’s act together!”

”Sword of Judgment!”

With an angry roar, the Evil God Grek, with multiple arms, fiercely thrust the Dual-Handed Greatsword held by his main hand into the ground of the Imperial Palace.

Instantly, hundreds of arms repeated the same action, stabbing the Greatsword down!

As dazzling blood-colored ripples flashed, the ground, pillars, and other structures originally inscribed with complicated Defensive Witch Array began to crumble inch by inch.

For a moment, it seemed as though the palace endured a level-ten earthquake, starting to crack and collapse completely.

”Black Water Soul!”

The Nether Sea Goddess Hela also raised her fair hand, followed by densely appearing black water whirlpools in mid-air, each whirlpool containing ancient souls with faces twisted in pain.

”Go!”

With a wave of her hand, these hundreds of black water whirlpools rushed towards the shattered ground, and a series of severe explosions were heard!

Meanwhile, other divine incarnations also began their assault!

In an instant, the entire central area of the Imperial Palace was totally destroyed!

”Not good! Stop them quickly!” Elder Ivan’s eyes widened as he shouted.

”Their target is the Emperor!”

”Protect His Majesty!”

Despite the Imperial Guardians immediately launching counterattacks to try and hold the opponents back, it was too late.

At this time, a strong aura suddenly burst upwards from underground.

This aura was as mighty as that of several divine incarnations before him.

A tall figure radiating golden light slowly emerged from underground.

It was none other than the human emperor, Carlos II!

And in mid-air, Rein, whose body was undergoing high-speed healing, saw for the first time the highest authority of the Dragan Empire—Carlos II.

The man was dressed in a golden trailing robe, wore a crown, had a dignified expression, held a Golden Scepter, and was surrounded by Five-Colored Dragons of Extremely Old Dragon Level.

”This... this aura, His Majesty succeeded!” a Guardian exclaimed.

”Yes! His Majesty has finally stepped into the Demigod level!”

”Great!”

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”Did he succeed?” Rein also felt the same thought rise in his heart.

At that moment, Carlos II suddenly glanced at the surrounding gods and spoke:

”It seems the legend is true, you fear humans reaching the Demigod level and potentially controlling that divine artifact.”

”Thus, even if it costs a vast amount of Divine Power, you descend as incarnations to stop my ascension.”

Hearing this, Rein’s expression tightened.

”Divine artifact?”

Although Carlos II was vague, he revealed some things.

For example, this unknown divine artifact likely had the power to restrain these gods.

Otherwise, the gods wouldn’t need to expend Divine Power on such a thankless task.

”Descendants of Dragan, even though you are emperors among humans, you shouldn’t covet that divine artifact, it’s not something you can aspire to,” the Evil God Grek hissed maliciously.

”Any coveting will bring calamity upon you and your Empire, just like now,” the Nether Sea Goddess Hela faintly surveyed the surrounding palace ruins and the seven or eight corpses of Five-Colored Giant Dragons.

The battle, which lasted less than ten minutes, extracted a heavy toll from the Empire.

Nearly a dozen adult Giant Dragons were lost, not to mention several fallen Imperial Guardians, hundreds of Elite Griffin Knights, and thousands of Empire soldiers on airships.

”Do you still dream of recklessly enslaving humans like in prehistoric times?” Carlos II stated solemnly.

”Since past ancestors achieved sealing all you foreign Evil Gods, this era will naturally witness the same!”

”If all your avatars are lost here, it will certainly slow down the speed of your awakening!”

”Five-Colored Dragon Flame!”

As soon as he finished speaking, Carlos II raised his Emperor’s Scepter high, and the surrounding Extremely Old Dragon Level Red Dragon, Green Dragon, Yellow Dragon, Blue Dragon, and Black Dragon roared simultaneously, unleashing breaths toward the space above the scepter.

”Fiery Breath!”

”Acidic Breath!”

...

Five breaths were fused together by the scepter with a peculiar energy, forming an enormous multicolored energy ball. The energy fluctuations of this ball were far more intense than those of Rein’s previous ’Molten Core Flame’.