Chapter 1947: Revenge Is a Bitch(32)

Emmet’s body trembled, and her aura changed, now filled with something far more dreadful.

Kent’s smile froze, then his Omniscient Dao Eyes activated, but instead of seeing five seconds into the future, he saw just a second and a half, and it was of his death.

Just then, a tail attack arrived before him, and before he could even make a read of the tail attack, a second passed, leaving only half a second remaining.

"Fuck!"

Kent tapped into his Chaos Scale Shields and was about to coat his entire body with thick draconic armor when a hand reached from behind and patted him on the shoulder.

Kent’s already frozen body grew cold, not because of the coldness of the hand that touched it, but more like the killing intent in that touch froze his blood.

However, just when he expected his end to come at that moment, the person moved past him.

Kent only saw his long, crimson-colored, disheveled hair. However, that didn’t change his frozen state. It was only when the person turned and smiled back at him that his body lightened up.

"Oh, dear Heavens, you really are back, Master."

Kent’s brows knitted, then realization dawned on him... "Y-You are Sanguine?"

"In the flesh."

Kent’s eyes widened.

Just now, he saw his own death, yet the second and a half had long passed, and he remained alive. What did that mean?

In short, it meant the person now smiling at him was so powerful that his mere presence could influence life and death.

His presence could determine who lives and who dies, and there could never be a second opinion on that. Whatever he said was final.

To have such influence only meant one thing: the person’s understanding of the Dao of Life and Death was so deep that his mere presence could bend life and death to his will.

Kent wanted to say something, but Sanguine raised his finger to stop him for a moment... "Just a sec, Master."

He turned slowly and locked eyes with Emmet, whose body was frozen in place, her expression pale as ice... "Revenge is a bitch, isn’t she?" An evil smile formed on Sanguine’s face.

Sanguine’s hand reached forward, and Emmet was pulled forward, her head entering Sanguine’s arm. Her body trembled, but she was powerless to free herself from Sanguine’s grip.

"You clearly never expected this day to come, did you?" Sanguine’s evil smile grew wider. "For one and a half era, you had me chained down in your basement, never even dreaming of a day when my majestic self would be free. Now that I am free, what do you suppose I should do with you?"

Emmet wanted to say something, but she couldn’t even open her lips to say the words that were caught in her throat.

"Don’t kill her." Suddenly, Kent’s words reached Sanguine, causing him to turn sharply and look at Kent.

"Huh, why, Master?"

"She will be more useful alive than dead."

"But she had tortured me for years, Master." Sanguine frowned deeply, but Kent didn’t change his mind.

"I will compensate you for that. However, keeping her alive, as I said, will prove more useful than leaving her dead."

Sanguine looked at Emmet for a few seconds before he sighed and released his grip on her head. "Thank my master with all your soul, for he is the only person who can make me change my mind, and now he has used that power to free you."

Kent sighed, knowing he was a bit selfish for this one.

If he had suffered at the hands of someone for millions of years, the first thing he would do after he was freed would be to kill the person.

Denying Sanguine that satisfaction was already bad enough.

However, as he said, she would prove more helpful alive than dead.

"Relax, Sanguine, between her and the Blood Race, I am sure you would enjoy killing the latter more."

Sanguine took a deep breath, then a smile spread across his face. "I heard they are back and even dare to challenge the master."

"They sure did." Kent also let a smile appear on his face, both happy that Sanguine was back and that he still saw him as his master, despite being even more powerful than Mjolnir.

Sanguine looked at Emmet and said:

"Now that I look at things, you are indeed a small fry." He looked at Kent and asked, "What should I do with her?"

In response, Kent extended both hands and manifested two different red seals.

"The left one is the Blood Thrall Seal. Those I put this on will lose all free will and are destined to die whenever I wish for it. In normal times, I don’t even tell them they will die from this seal. I just put it in them.

However, this one is the Blood Warrior Seal. It grants you the power of blood and transforms you into a warrior capable of walking the blood path with me. But it must be taken willingly, or else it will backfire, and you will die violently."

Kent grinned, an aura of evil emanating from his body.

"Tell me, Emmet, which one do you want?"

Five minutes later, she chose the Blood Warrior Seal, and Kent placed it on her. However, he didn’t activate it for her to undergo her transformation and become a Blood Warrior.

"For your first mission, before your transformation, go aid my wives and legion in annihilating the Grim Arcane Legends."

Emmet found herself moving through a thick void, and then she appeared inside a majestic place where 14 arenas hung in the air.

Before she could examine this place further, the space around her twisted again, and she found herself on a chaotic battlefield.

’Prove to me you are capable of being my Blood Warrior.’ Kent’s voice echoed in her head.

Just then, 3 km from her location, Vexthra was pushed back by a Celestial, and from behind her, another Celestial lunged forward, his claws poised for a deadly blow.

Emmet immediately felt like saving this lady from dying was what she must do. So she moved, and before the claws could land on Vexthra, a spear formed from lightning stabbed into the head of the Celestial who was trying to land the sneak attack.

Her other hand caught Vexthra before she could slam into the boulder.

"Huh, who are you?" Vexthra asked, her eyes widening.