The Corruption Dragon God: Lust System - Chapter 551 Death
Chapter 551 Death
“Jin Hao, General of the Crimson Eclipse Saber, White Heron.” A powerful and dignified voice echoed through the office of the King of Gold.
Its owner, a middle-aged man with a noble face, greeted the three people present besides himself in that room.
Jin Hao, his father-in-law, and his wife, Meilin’s mother.
“I am no longer a general, you disrespectful brat! How many times do I have to repeat this?” Jianming complained, snorting with irritation.
“Once part of the imperial army, always part of the imperial army, senile old man.” The nobleman did not back down, flashing a gentle smile toward the one who was among the most powerful experts in the entire enlightened empire.
Jianming’s lips curled in irritation, but in the end, he just stood beside his daughter, quickly losing interest in that conversation.
That nobleman was a marquis from the north, one of the most influential military leaders in the empire, now only one step away from the astral body realm.
“It’s good to have you here, old friend. How are things in the North?” Jin Hao smiled, offering a seat on the sofa in the center of the office and ignoring the exchange of insults between Jianming and the marquis.
“It’s been worse.” The marquis shook his head, smiling softly. “The barbarian tribes have been behaving themselves, we don’t even need to conduct pacification campaigns this year.”
He sat down opposite Jin Hao, his eyes clearly tired.
“But that’s not why I’m here. I want to know about the imperial family’s movements. Why are they moving the emperor’s hand? I heard that the destination was the divine kingdom of Auranys, across
the sea of eternal blue. Is that true?”
Jin Hao did not answer immediately.
He picked up a cup of tea, pouring for himself and then for the marquis.
His eyes turned to one of the many windows in the office, gazing at the empty spot in the sky.
There should have been the emperor’s hand, eternal protector of the imperial capital. But now, there was nothing.
“Honestly, I don’t know either. I only know that they are taking a formidable force, more than twenty experts from the astral body realm, two hundred ancestral emperors, and tens of thousands of immortal emperors…”
Jin Hao took a sip, savoring the sweet taste of the tea. “Almost the entire imperial guard. War is never good for business, and the emperor didn’t even respond to me when I asked about the reason for this movement.”
“Ugh… since his father’s death, that damn brat has always acted like this. I myself didn’t know about my campaign in the beast people’s lands until the day we were ordered to march.” Jianming grumbled from behind, also pouring himself a cup of tea.
“Damn brat…” The marquis repeated Jianming’s words. “Do you know how many people have the courage to speak like that about the emperor?”
“Two or three?” Jianming looked thoughtful for a moment. “And what is he going to do, kill me? It’s not like he’s willing to lose so much just because of a stupid insult.”
The marquis did not respond.
The Crimson Eclipse Saber was, after all, too powerful. Even if his words were enough for immediate execution, it simply wasn’t worth
it.
“Ah… throw this tea away and let’s have some good liquor, now it’s time to-” Jianming suddenly fell silent.
His eyes trembled and the cup in his hand fell to the ground,
shattering.
He stood up, his heart racing as his Qi expanded, protecting everyone there.
“Father, what happened?” The White Heron quickly approached her father and husband.
It was unusual to see him like this.
“Death…” The moment Jianming’s voice fell, an explosion echoed, heard only for a brief moment before being completely swallowed up
by others.
Dozens, hundreds.
The numbers grew relentlessly. Over a thousand explosions took over the capital, most coming from the imperial palace beside them. Following them came terrifying auras laden with murderous intent. The weakest was in the ancestral emperor’s realm, with many at the astral body level.
It took only an instant before screams of pain and despair took over the capital, hundreds of battles exploding at once, powerful auras
engulfing everything.
The protective formations of the five-colored pavilion activated immediately, the nearly endless reserves of spirit crystals working to keep them active at full strength.
Without hesitation, Jianming grabbed his saber and rushed toward the exit of the building, his eyes filling with shock as he ascended into
the skies.
His body left the protection of the formations and his eyes fixed on
the horizon.
He saw thousands of experts reacting at the same time, their powerful auras colliding with those of beings he had never seen in his
life.
They had blue skin and red eyes that exuded nothing but hatred and murderous intent, killing everything in front of them.
His gaze fell and he watched as one of them threw himself into the midst of hundreds of civilians, shredding them in a single moment
and absorbing their blood.
Was he… getting stronger?
“Father-in-law? What the hell is going on?” Jin Hao asked, his eyes fixed on the imperial palace, now reduced to rubble and ashes.
Immediately, he remembered Qingyi’s words before he left. Both the emperor and the empress were demonic cultists.
A chill ran down Jin Hao’s spine and his eyes widened. “Husband…” He felt his wife’s hand grasping his, clearly trembling.
The sky, once clear, had been overtaken by darkness, the horizon painted red as black smoke rose endlessly.
She could clearly sense all those auras, too powerful for someone of her level to even dream of fighting.
“It’s okay, dear…” Jin Hao forced himself to remain calm and extended
a single hand. “Protect my other wives, my shadows will take care of
the esteemed customers.”
A huge axe materialized in Jin Hao’s hands.
His eyes were focused, as heavy as those of his father-in-law and the
marquis.
It might be rusty, but it wouldn’t forget the taste of blood so easily.
After all, the five-color pavilion wasn’t built for peace alone. Even though he had left his blade behind after settling down, he had
spilled rivens of blood in the past.
