franphil Chapter 400 The stronger, the weaker.
Chapter 400 The stronger, the weaker.
Chapter 400 The stronger, the weaker.
Medici, Tudor, and Sauron have all done their best.
The result was as expected.
Just as the explosion caused no ripples.
After the explosions subsided, Thudor and Sauron moved away with their spoils. No one of high rank came to stop them or try to steal their spoils, since the Hermit was still alive.
Moreover, at that time, many people did not think there was anything wrong with Tudor's actions, nor could they have guessed that Tudor would later become so crazy.
Medici was left in the center of the underground palace like a salted fish that had lost all its strength.
His face was covered with scars, but Medici no longer cared about his appearance. He was not only captured but also unconscious. Even if he woke up, he probably wouldn't curse. He had lost, and he could afford to lose.
Tudor held the Black Emperor's Uniqueness in his hand. The dark crown was now covered with bloodstains, apparently from being blasted by Medici.
Thoth himself could not make a definitive conclusion, so He chose to entrust the uniqueness to the hermit.
If one wants to predict the state of the Black Emperor, the Hermit is undoubtedly the best choice.
Looking into Alistair's resolute yet complex and expectant brown eyes, Chael could only ignore them.
He had nothing to say. Was he going to say that many things were already predetermined?
Are all your calculations, all your efforts, all your struggles in vain?
At this moment, Alistair Thudor could not know that her greatest enemy was not the Black Emperor Solomon, nor Trensost, nor any other high-ranking figures with ambiguous stances, nor even the elusive concept of fate, but the Hermit standing right before her.
Shael held the Black Emperor's uniqueness in his hands, and he also had this feeling: the greatest enemy was not anyone or any being, but himself. Fate could be fooled, deceived, and manipulated. He had never held much reverence for fate, but what if he also became a part of fate?
How can man lift himself up? How can God rebel against himself?
this is a problem.
If Shael helps Alistair become the Black Emperor and then cultivates a Blood Emperor, whether it's helping Sauron, Einhorn, or someone else, the war of the Four Emperors will eventually produce four emperors.
Tudor will be satisfied, Ternshorst will be satisfied, and Soren, Einhorn, or Medici will also be satisfied.
Normal promotion, normal godhood, no conspiracies, no need for gender reassignment, no need for abstraction or distortion.
But no, Shael of the Fifth Age knew clearly that the War of the Four Emperors was not just a war between four emperors, but also a war between four true god families: the Solomon Dynasty, the Tudor Dynasty, and the Terensust Empire. He knew about every empire, every royal family, and even their approximate territories.
The hermit was more powerful than ever before, but he could not deny himself.
His so-called specialness, his so-called "cheat code," makes him special and powerful, but it also limits him.
It's truly ironic that "the hermits of the Fourth Age were bound by the spectators of the Fifth Age."
Chael even had a feeling that he had been set up.
He didn't want to give up halfway, but could only be an observer. The stronger He was, the more he could sense the rules.
The initial smugness about multitasking had long since vanished. It was like a double-edged sword; knowing too much in advance was less desirable than letting it grow peacefully in the Fourth Era. That might not be so bad either; all it would take was to survive... to find an opportunity.
Many thoughts surfaced in his mind. Xia Er knew the outcome without making a prophecy, and after using uniqueness as a medium to make a prophecy, the result was as expected.
"Before Medici's attack hit the unique target, He changed the mode of attack from single-point reaping to mass destruction. Solomon was not severely damaged and was able to resurrect after a period of time."
Shael's words made Soren's expression turn ugly, but Soren couldn't say anything at this moment, after all, he was the biggest beneficiary of this battle.
Tudor's expression remained calm, as if he had already anticipated this.
"Medici did indeed choose to let the team go at the last minute."
He did not want to grant Thudor's wish, not because he had any personal grudge against Thudor, but simply for the sake of the fallen God, the Medici family, and the "Red Army of War".
If Tudor is granted his wish, Tudor and Sauron will likely be promoted to Black Emperor and Red Priest respectively. Although this will still not be enough to break the balance of power on the continent, no matter how many factions the North and South continents are divided into at that time, it will have nothing to do with the Fallen God. Little Red will definitely have to consider the Lord.
"Actually, it's not that there's no chance."
"The best way for me to be promoted to Red Priest is to fight another war, as this will make the ascension ritual even more effective."
"Since war is inevitable anyway, if I can advance first, then after killing Trensost, you'll still have a chance to switch to the Judge's Path."
Soren spoke up first.
He values relationships, and since Tudor has done so much to help Him this time, He will surely repay Tudor after He becomes a god.
Although if everyone were to be promoted, the six gods would definitely cooperate to protect Trensost and abandon Tudor, so the chances of actually killing Trensost are slim, but... who can say for sure what will happen in the future?
Anyway, they have more people and more gods on their side, so even if Solomon returns, he won't be able to settle scores with the Thodol family.
"Yes, it all depends on human effort."
Tudor nodded, seemingly agreeing with Sauron's point of view.
His face remained tense, which Sauron could understand. After all, even if one could understand many things, it was certain that one would feel uncomfortable. He did not continue to mention the relevant matters to affect Tudor's mood, but instead turned and walked towards Medici, who was lying dead on the ground.
The sooner I can be promoted to Red Priest, the sooner I can repay the favor, and the less likely there will be any further complications.
Sauron simply cut off Medici's life force. As a Sequence 1, without destroying the corpse or waiting for the traits to be extracted, the power of conquest acted on Medici's body, and the uniqueness of the Red Priest and the Sequence 1 trait appeared like a pillar of fire.
The Conqueror trait doesn't need any extra digestion. Once I've accepted the uniqueness, Ainhorn will have no choice but to give up. There's no need or point in stubbornly resisting and delaying the inevitable.
Soren was quite confident about what choice Ainhorn would make; after all, he was one of their own. He was even looking forward to the scene of Ainhorn bowing down to him.
puff!
Sharp claws pierced Sauron's heart from behind.
Purple flames burned on the claws, reflecting the uniqueness and conqueror-like nature of what lay before them.
Sauron recognized Einhorn's aura almost instantly, and a surge of immense emotion welled up within him. However, before these negative emotions could truly take hold, these thoughts, feelings, and ideas vanished along with His life.