The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System Chapter 551 Death
Previously on The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System...
"Jin Hao, General of the Crimson Eclipse Saber, White Heron." A commanding and majestic voice resounded across the King's Gold office.
The speaker, a dignified middle-aged figure with an aristocratic visage, addressed the trio in the room alongside him.
Jin Hao, his father-in-law, and his spouse, the mother of Meilin.
"I'm not a general anymore, you insolent pup! How often must I say it?" Jianming griped, huffing in annoyance.
"If you served in the imperial forces once, you're in them forever, doddering fool." The aristocrat held his ground, directing a mild grin at one of the mightiest powerhouses across the enlightened empire.
Jianming's mouth twisted in annoyance, yet ultimately, he positioned himself next to his daughter, swiftly tuning out their banter.
This aristocrat served as a northern marquis, among the empire's top military commanders, merely a single stride from reaching the astral body realm.
"Glad you're with us, old companion. What's the situation up North?" Jin Hao grinned, gesturing to the central office sofa and brushing off the barbs traded between Jianming and the marquis.
"Could be rougher." The marquis shook his head with a faint smile. "The barbarian clans are staying in line; no need for suppression operations this season."
He settled into the seat facing Jin Hao, weariness evident in his gaze.
"Yet that's not my purpose for coming. Tell me of the imperial clan's actions. Why relocate the emperor's hand? Rumors say it's heading to Auranys divine kingdom, beyond
the eternal blue sea. True or not?"
Jin Hao held off on replying right away.
He lifted a teacup, serving himself first before the marquis.
His gaze shifted to a window among the office's numerous ones, staring at the vacant sky patch.
The emperor's hand, perpetual guardian of the capital, ought to occupy that space. Yet emptiness reigned now.
"Truthfully, I'm in the dark too. All I know is they're deploying a mighty army: over twenty astral body realm masters, two hundred ancestral emperors, and countless immortal emperors..."
Jin Hao sipped slowly, relishing the tea's sugary flavor. "Practically the full imperial guard. Conflict harms trade, but the emperor ignored my query on this mobilization's cause."
"Ugh... ever since his father's passing, that wretched youth behaves this way. I wasn't informed of my beast folk territory expedition until the march order hit." Jianming muttered from the rear, pouring his own tea.
"Wretched youth..." The marquis echoed Jianming's phrase. "Know how few dare utter such words about the emperor?"
"A couple, maybe?" Jianming pondered briefly. "What'll he do, execute me? He's not about to sacrifice that much over mere rude talk."
The marquis stayed quiet.
The Crimson Eclipse Saber held unmatched might, after all. Though his remarks warranted instant death, the cost simply didn't justify
it.
"Ah... dump this tea; time for proper spirits, as it's the moment to—" Jianming abruptly went mute.
His eyes quivered, and the cup slipped from his grip, crashing
onto the floor.
He rose swiftly, pulse pounding while his Qi surged outward, shielding all present.
"Father, what's wrong?" The White Heron hurried to her father and husband.
Such a sight from him was rare indeed.
"Death..." As Jianming's words dropped, a blast rang out, audible just briefly before endless others drowned
it.
Dozens, then hundreds.
The count swelled without mercy. More than a thousand detonations seized the capital, the bulk from the adjacent imperial palace. Trailing them surged dreadful presences brimming with killing will. The feeblest stood at ancestral emperor realm, numerous others at astral body tier.
In a flash, cries of agony and woe filled the city, myriad clashes erupting simultaneously, overwhelming forces
swallowing all.
The five-colored pavilion's defensive arrays sprang to life at once, vast spirit crystal stockpiles fueling their peak operation.
Jianming seized his saber without pause and dashed for the building's doorway, shock widening his eyes as he soared
upward.
His form exited the arrays' safeguard, and his stare locked onto
the distant line.
Thousands of specialists mobilized in unison, their potent presences clashing against entities unknown to him
throughout his days.
Blue-skinned with crimson eyes radiating pure malice and slaughter, they slaughtered all in their path.
His view dropped, catching one plunging amid hundreds of common folk, tearing them apart instantly
and devouring their essence.
Was it... growing mightier?
"Father-in-law? What's this chaos?" Jin Hao queried, gaze pinned on the imperial palace, now heaps of debris and cinders.
At once, Qingyi's parting words resurfaced in his mind. The emperor and empress were demonic cult devotees.
A cold shiver raced along Jin Hao's back, his eyes bulging. "Husband..." His wife's fingers clutched his, visibly shaking.
The once-bright heavens now drowned in shadow, the skyline stained scarlet with ceaseless black fumes ascending.
She sensed those presences plainly, far beyond what her cultivation could challenge in fantasy.
"It's fine, love..." Jin Hao willed calm into his voice and reached out
one arm. "Safeguard my other spouses; my shadows handle
the valued patrons."
A massive axe appeared within Jin Hao's grasp.
His stare sharpened, grave like his father-in-law's and the
marquis's.
Rust might coat it, yet the flavor of blood lingered vividly.
In truth, the five-colored pavilion rose not solely on tranquility. Though he'd set aside his weapon upon rooting himself, rivers of blood had once flowed from his hand.