Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

It was a boy who looked only about twelve or thirteen years old.

He had a delicate and beautiful face, like an angel descending to the world, his short hair fluttering in the night wind, as bright as moonlight.

But the most striking feature was his eyes.

They were blood-red eyes, like they had witnessed endless ages, witnessing countless cycles of life and death.

Rashar slowly descended onto the terrace, as if he were enjoying an interesting play.

When his gaze fell upon Saint Baldo, his lips curled into a slight smile.

"Your Majesty of the Cerryti Empire."

Rashar spoke, his voice crisp and bone-chillingly cold,

"It's time for you to depart."

His words were like a spell, instantly enveloping the entire Cret Memorial Square, causing the actions of the Awakening Army Gods in battle to irresistibly slow down again.

They had never encountered an enemy like this, who could easily suppress all of them with spiritual power!

Saint Baldo felt an unprecedented pressure descend upon him, as if the weight of the entire world rested on his shoulders.

The light from the Seross Spirit Sword constantly burst forth, resisting Rashar's Blood Clan power.

He held the Seross Spirit Sword firmly.

If not for the protection of the Divine Sword, he feared he would have already fallen to his knees.

"This sword is quite something."

Rashar, the Third Ancestor, glanced at the sword in the Emperor's hand, paused, and stared at it with great interest.

"You think you can shake the foundation of the Cerryti Empire built over hundreds of years?"

Emperor Saint Baldo saw that the other was wary of the sword in his hand, and a sense of reassurance surged in his heart, shouting sternly.

"..."

Rashar's hesitating expression gradually gave way to a sinister smile as he suddenly intensified the mental magic suppression.

The next second.

Saint Baldo involuntarily knelt on the ground, clutching his neck with a trembling left hand, surrounded by a sense of suffocation.

Even with the protection of the Divine Sword, he could no longer resist this level of magic power.

"I just said the sword is powerful, but you're just a mere mortal. With a Divine Sword in hand, you think you can resist me?"

Rashar looked teasingly at Emperor Saint Baldo and asked.

"No..."

Saint Baldo's eyes widened, his face contorted in pain,

"Quick, come save me..."

Emperor Saint Baldo's gaze drifted toward the Army Gods fighting in the square.

He felt his consciousness gradually blur, his spiritual power rapidly fading away.

And Rashar just stood there, smiling, watching Saint Baldo's miserable state.

He was surrounded by a layer of black and red energy, swirling around him as if alive, sometimes turning into blades, sometimes into demonic claws, threatening all life that dared approach.

Emperor Saint Baldo gritted his teeth, enduring the severe pain, trying to use the Divine Sword to stand up.

The Seross Spirit Sword in his hand lit up once more, as if responding to his will, granting him strength.

"I am... the Emperor of the Cerryti Empire..."

Saint Baldo raised the Seross Spirit Sword, and the sacred light on the sword instantly filled the entire terrace.

The Army Gods could not be relied upon.

At this moment, he could only rely on himself. This Divine Sword had a remarkable offensive potency against evil beings threatening the Royal Family, the more it confronted these evils, the more it could reach its limits!

The light was so bright, like dawn dispelling darkness, it illuminated Saint Baldo's face, illuminating the determination in the Emperor's eyes.

This scene, outside the square, greatly inspired the masses who witnessed it.

They saw their Emperor, even when faced with such a powerful enemy and the Army Gods being controlled by the opponent, still fighting unyieldingly, even summoning a host of Heroic Spirits, empowering him with strength and swordsmanship.

"Long live Emperor Saint Baldo! Defeat this enemy!"

The crowd erupted with inspiring shouts, cheering for their Emperor, praying for their country.

At that moment, everyone's hearts seemed connected, beating in the same rhythm.

Saint Baldo's courage made them realize that as long as they had such an Emperor, the tragedy of the Blood Cleansing Day would never happen again.

However.

All of this turned into a bubble in the next moment.

Rashar watched Saint Baldo's resistance, the smile at the corner of his eyes even more disdainful.

He waved dismissively, and blood-red claws suddenly lashed out at Saint Baldo with full force.

Poof.

The Seross Spirit Sword fell to the ground, the sacred light instantly extinguished.

Saint Baldo's eyes widened, his right arm turned into a bloody mist under the terrifying power, his flesh instantly torn apart, and blood spurted forth like a fountain.

"Ahhhhh!"

Saint Baldo let out a heartrending scream, collapsing onto the ground.

The Seross Spirit Sword fell beside him, and he instinctively tried to grab the Divine Sword, but he no longer had his usual hand.

He clutched his severed arm, blood flowing from the stump, pooling on the ground.

Emperor Saint Baldo's face was ashen as paper, beads of sweat covered his forehead, and his eyes, filled with pain and fear, gradually lost their luster.

All of this happened in an instant.

The residents fleeing outside the square fell into instant silence.

Everyone watched this scene incredulously, as if witnessing the advent of the apocalypse.

Was their Emperor defeated so easily, lying miserably on the ground?

The seemingly invincible monarch, when faced with a truly formidable enemy, was so fragile and vulnerable.

On the terrace, the Emperor Saint Baldo, having lost the Divine Sword, seemed to have aged ten years in an instant.

He was no longer that brilliant and mighty Emperor, but a terrified mortal.