Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

He clutched his severed arm, his eyes full of cowardice and fear.

In Brilda, people began to cry and scream, fear sweeping across the city-state like a tidal wave.

The residents realized that if indeed no one could stop this ninth-order evil spirit and he was allowed to kill their emperor at will, the Cerryti Empire would be finished.

If even the emperor could be easily killed, who else couldn't be killed?

Shrill wails pierced the night sky as people on the streets of Brilda began to flee madly.

They shoved and trampled each other, desperately trying to escape this nightmare of a scene, even wishing to flee from Brilda.

The instinct to survive took over everything, fear devoured all reason.

On the terrace of Saint Astore Palace, Rashal glanced at the War God, whose five forms were short of hands. Though they were clear-minded at the moment and extremely angry, they couldn't reach him.

Rashal again looked at Emperor Saint Baldo, who was kneeling on the ground.

He slowly approached, each step making Saint Baldo's heart tremble.

"Look at you now, Emperor of Cerryti."

Rashal bent down, his blood-red eyes staring directly at Saint Baldo.

He extended a pale and slender hand, gently pointing to the reflection of Saint Baldo's face in the blood puddle on the ground.

The finger, cold as death, forced Saint Baldo to glance in the direction Rashal pointed.

He finally saw his own ugly state.

"What... what do you want..."

Saint Baldo's voice trembled as he endured intense pain and humiliation, trying to communicate with Rashal.

But those blood-red eyes seemed to have magic power, making him feel his will was collapsing, his spirit sinking.

Rashal walked over nonchalantly, looking at the Divine Sword standing in the ground, intending to pull it out.

When his hand touched the sword's hilt, it felt like he had touched an extremely high temperature, and his skin began to scorch, quickly forcing Rashal to let go and toss aside the Seross Spirit Sword.

"Tch, seems like I really can't pick it up."

Rashal chuckled lightly, not putting much energy into this ownerless Divine Sword.

"You just asked me what I want?"

Rashal turned his head, looking down on Emperor Saint Baldo,

"What I want is the downfall of the Cerryti Empire, to let the Blood Moon Disaster reappear in the Cerryti Empire."

Rashal spread his arms, as black and red energy surrounded him once more.

"And you, Saint Baldo, will be my first step to set sail, your death will mark my declaration to the Cerryti Empire."

Rashal's voice became a death knell, echoing in Saint Baldo's mind.

"All citizens of Cerryti Empire."

In the next moment, Rashal's voice echoed in the night sky, clearly communicated to every resident of Brilda through a mental spell.

"From now on, this world will belong to us, the Blood Clan, your Emperor Saint Baldo is the first swine to be beheaded and displayed."

As soon as he finished speaking, blood-red magic power erupted from him, instantly enveloping the entire city of Brilda, even sweeping across the entire Cerryti Empire.

It was a wave of complete darkness, swallowing all light, changing the color of the sky and covering the city-state in an eerie red.

Rashal's voice echoed, causing all the residents of Brilda to shiver and clutch their heads, trying to block out his mental will.

Even the War God was controlled by him, the emperor was about to be killed by him, who could resist the Ancestor of the Blood Clan in the Divine Realm?

The fall of the Cerryti Empire was just the beginning.

More nations and more beings would turn into feasts in this revel initiated by the Blood Clan.

And the unstoppable ninth-order Ancestor of the Blood Clan would become the ruler of this revel, the new god of this world.

"Alright, Saint Baldo."

Rashal stood in front of Emperor Saint Baldo, lifting him up for display, intending to use his most humiliating death to warn all Cerryti people, deeply imprinting the mark of fear in the hearts of the empire's citizens.

He planned to slowly torment and dismember the former leader of the empire.

And the conscious War Gods roared in despair, for their powerlessness to protect the emperor, sadness, anger, unwillingness, all sorts of emotions intertwined, yet they couldn't bypass those berserk suicidal War Gods and Rashal's mental suppression to attack the Ancestor of the Blood Clan, Rashal.

At this moment when everyone felt time slowing to a critical point.

A blinding sword light of the Divine Era swept across the sky from several kilometers away.

Instantly severing the entire Imperial Palace terrace.

That silver brilliance streaming with such strength and sharpness seemed to cut through the heavens and sever all evil.

Rashal's arm was severed by this sudden attack, flying off into the distance in his astonished gaze.

Blood spurted from the severed part, tracing a bizarre red line across the night sky.

Rashal let out an angry roar, blood gushing out like threads, reattaching the severed arm quickly, but the blood threads at the seam still emitted the same scorching silver brilliance from the sword light just now.

This unexpected turn of events disrupted Rashal's plan, temporarily saving Emperor Saint Baldo, who was protected by a sword array left by the Sword Qi.

Before Rashal could recover, a dim blue light appeared in the western night sky.

A weak blue meteor was descending toward them at an unbelievable speed,

its trajectory so straight as if it were an arrow shot at Rashal.

The comet was surrounded by electric light, each flash illuminating half of the sky.