The dark and deep passage seemed to stretch on forever, and the elderly king stepped inside without hesitation.
As the king entered the passageway, candlelight gradually began to illuminate the walls.
The steps meandered downwards.
They soon reached the end of the secret room.
A jet-black skull scepter stood in the center of the far end of the secret chamber…
"I'm so sorry, my children."
...
The area outside the capital was already in chaos.
Large numbers of Zerg were slaughtering the residents of the capital, and the guards were unable to stop them for a time.
Wang Gong has also received news that the capital has been invaded, and a large number of imperial guards are on high alert defending it.
A large army of Zerg infiltrated the palace through underground tunnels.
However, the royal palace houses the most elite troops in the entire capital.
Large numbers of Royal Guards are desperately resisting the Zerg army.
They suffered heavy casualties and losses before they barely managed to stop the Zerg offensive.
The king had many children, and at this time, they were no better off than the common people outside.
Their flustered expressions pulled them back from being proud princes and princesses to ordinary mortals.
"Father, what brings you here?"
One of the princes saw the old king, except that King Sena was now holding a strange black scepter.
The old king did not speak, but simply pointed his scepter at his son.
The prince shuddered violently and could no longer utter a word.
His eyes showed terror, and he began to float slowly into the air, blood flowing from his pores.
A stream of blood quickly formed.
The blood quickly flowed into the black scepter held in the king's hand.
"Father...you..."
Several more princes were found, and their blood was also collected.
The old king allowed his sons and daughters to be slaughtered by this black scepter.
They might even actively seek out members with royal blood.
...
The situation outside the capital has been largely suppressed by the Zerg.
Even without the help of platinum-level experts, ordinary Zerg units can easily suppress the external defenses.
Soon, only the king in the palace remained to be dealt with.
As the Zerg stormed the palace.
However, they found no resistance.
This made Zhao Zian vaguely feel that something was wrong. Logically speaking, the palace should be the gathering place for the most elite defense forces in the entire country, and it shouldn't be so weak.
Various severed limbs were scattered around the palace, but there was not much blood, only traces of blood remaining in the palace.
Many of the Imperial Guards turned ashen-white, their blood completely gone, and they lay motionless in various parts of the palace.
However, these corpses had already appeared before the Zerg arrived.
"Are they going to kill each other?"
This scene left Zhao Zian somewhat confused...
As the Zerg continued their advance, the few surviving Royal Guards proved utterly ineffective in holding them back, and they quickly reached the deepest part of the palace.
That is, the king's bedroom.
When the Zerg army charged in, the elderly king showed no panic. Instead, he calmly watched the Zerg rush in.
"You've finally arrived?"
"I've been waiting for you for a long time..."
After saying that, he slammed the black scepter in his hand onto the ground.
The air gradually became scorching, and the entire space became viscous and illusory.
A huge crack gradually appeared, starting from the size of a fingernail and expanding until it became a massive 20-meter-long fissure.
A tremendous force of death erupted from the crack.
The Zerg creatures in front of them were struck by this deathly force and instantly lost their lives.
The Zerg army's hard, thick carapace gradually rotted away, and their flesh was corroded by the power of death.
He was then supported by the power of death and stood up again, swaying as he began to attack his fellow beings around him.
Is it also the power of death?
Zhao Zian's heart skipped a beat, and he felt inexplicably excited.
Suddenly, a low, guttural roar echoed through the palace.
The sound was coming from the spatial rift.
"Who is it?! Summoning the great Undead Emperor!"
At this moment, the old king's face had lost all color, and he looked like a dried-up piece of meat.
He stood up unsteadily, smiled contemptuously at the insect, but never closed his eyes.
He was using his willpower to keep his body afloat, but his life force was constantly slipping away.
But he held on to his last breath, wanting to watch these insects perish.
Watching these monsters that destroyed their country being wiped out by even stronger monsters.
"A mortal king? You dare to summon him...!!"
"This aura... there's no mistake!! It's death..."
A giant hand appeared on the spatial rift, followed by another giant hand reaching out and pulling hard across the rift with both hands.
The spatial rift was immediately torn even wider.
A terrifying figure gradually emerged from the spatial rift.
The first thing that emerged was a dense aura of death, and within this aura, one could vaguely make out a burly figure clad in heavy armor.
The newcomer was a full ten meters tall, covered in heavy, black armor, but it had no head.
A faint flame of the soul flickered in his chest, and the voice emanated from this flame.
"You mortal king, you have done me a favor."
"For the sake of death... I, the Emperor of the Dead, the Sleeper Asathos, may grant you one wish..."
A terrifying, deep voice emanated from the fire of the soul.
However, the aged king was unable to respond, as his life was drawing to a close.
However, his eyes were fixed intently on the insects around him.
"Very well, I can sense your anger. In that case, I will grant your wish!"
The undead emperor emerged from the crack, arrogantly raising his longsword and sweeping it across the surrounding insectoids.
However, the terrifying Undead Emperor did not manage to take away the lives of the surrounding Zerg.
A great deal of golden light gradually began to permeate the palace, as if everything was under control.
Even the undead emperor, who surpassed the diamond level, was unable to move an inch.
Click!
The black greatsword, suspended in mid-air, shattered into pieces until a black gem was revealed on its hilt.
In an instant! The entire giant sword turned to dust and vanished!
And this black gemstone shines brilliantly.
“Fragments of the Death God's Throne… two pieces…”
"Hahahaha..."
"This is something I'd laugh in my sleep..."
Joyful sounds echoed through the palace, but the once arrogant Undead Emperor was visibly trembling.
"Thank you, little fat guy..."
"Oh, right, and you too, you skinny old man..."
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