The Misty Realm.
In this luxurious palace, the young man on the throne rested his chin on his left hand. His fair and slender hand held an exquisite crystal goblet, swirling the bright red liquid in the goblet.
There were also six maids standing beside him, either massaging his legs or massaging his shoulders.
"Lord Yale."
A middle-aged man with a white beard walked into the palace. After taking a few steps into the palace, he knelt on the ground, put his hands on his head, and gently kowtowed on the red-carpeted floor.
He wore a purplish-red silk robe, and his golden eyes were filled with respect and devotion for this young man.
The young man on the throne was Yale. As for the maid beside him, the maid sent by the War Goddess was no longer serving him in the palace.
Even though the middle-aged man had knelt and kowtowed for a while, Yale still acted as if he didn't see it. He shook the red liquid in his goblet, and his eyes kept on watching the liquid scraping against the wall of the goblet, slowly flowing down the wall, and gathering in the liquid at the bottom of the goblet.
After shaking it for a long time, he didn't taste the liquid in the goblet. Instead, he gently placed it on the tray in the hands of the maid beside him.
"You're back."
A faint whisper came from all directions of the palace. Only then did the middle-aged man who was kowtowing on the ground raise his head to look at Yale, his eyes full of reverence.
"Yes, Lord Yale."
"What you're about to tell me will be a good result, right?" Yale pursed his lips in a demonic smile. "This subordinate isn't sure if it's a good result for Lord Yale." The middle-aged man on the ground hesitated for a moment, then licked his lips and pinched the corner of his clothes. "According to your orders, the First Era has completely fallen. Everything related to the First Era had been destroyed, never to be found.
Nothing remains. There are still some people inside who are stubbornly resisting, but they can't change the outcome of their destruction. "
"You're quite efficient." Yale nodded. "At least it sounds like good news. So, is there anything else you want to say?"
"But …"
The middle-aged man wanted to say something but stopped. Yale narrowed his eyes and smiled sinisterly.
"You should know that I hate it when people only say half of what they want to say."
In an instant, the middle-aged man broke out in cold sweat uncontrollably.
In just a few breaths of time, his purplish-red robe was already soaked in sweat. His hands also soaked the red blanket.
The violent heartbeat was very clear in this quiet palace. Yale also silently looked at this middle-aged man.
"On account of your contribution in conquering the First Era, this king will consider it as you making amends for your mistakes and spare your life."
"Thank you, Lord Yale, for not killing me."
The middle-aged man banged his head on the blanket. Yale's gaze suddenly turned cold. He raised his finger and a strand of divine power fell in front of the middle-aged man.
The pupils of the middle-aged man who was kowtowing suddenly shrank, and the head that was about to fall froze in mid-air.
He stared at the finger-thick black hole in front of him. "You've been with This King for the longest time. Don't tell me you still haven't figured out what This King likes and doesn't like? I'll spare your life, so continue to say what you need to say. Don't waste time on these things. You must know that your time is very precious, and so is This King's time.
"Yale stretched his neck and looked at the middle-aged man deeply.
From the middle-aged man's eyes, it could be seen that he was completely immersed in fear, almost scared out of his wits.
When Yale's voice fell, he leaned back on the chair again. He didn't dare to have the slightest hesitation. He swallowed a few mouthfuls of saliva and said.
"However, the Star Master of the First Era appeared for some reason and sent their elites to the Third Era. There are about a million of them. I sent people to intercept them, but they didn't … "
"Oh? Is that so? " Yale gently raised his eyebrows and smiled. "This is quite interesting. A million … What level of elites are they?"
"Most of them are at the Celestial level, and a few are at the Supreme level." The middle-aged man hesitated, worried that Yale would blame him for this matter. He hurriedly said to remedy the situation, "Although these people ran to the First Era, they are all seriously injured. Even if they want to recover, they will leave behind chronic diseases. Their strength is not as good as before."
"That's because you think too simply."
Yale indifferently smiled, stretched his body, and motioned for the maids around him to move away.
He snorted and said, "In the Third Era, there is a divine doctor. As long as people don't die, he can cure them. Moreover, think about it carefully. When the First Era was destroyed, did you get the resources of the First Era? "
"I didn't get it." The middle-aged man's face turned serious. "If I got it, I would definitely offer it to you, Lord Yale. I really …"
"Alright, I didn't say that you embezzled."
Yale still had that evil smile on his face. His eyebrows were lowered as he gently looked at the Misty Realm outside the hall.
"I'm just telling you that these resources are likely to have been transferred to the Third Era in advance. Or, the resources are in the hands of one of the million people who were sent out. "
"This …" The middle-aged man was stunned.
"It seems that the First Era has completely given up resistance and wants to pin their hopes on the Third Era. Otherwise, they wouldn't be so desperate. It seems that they are very confident in the Third Era. Hmph, interesting! "
"Lord, it's all my fault."
The middle-aged man hurriedly apologized. He thought that Yale was in a state of anger, but he didn't expect Yale to just smile and shake his head at him.
"It has nothing to do with you."
Even though Yale said it with a smile, he still felt a little grim in his heart.
The First Era had existed in the world for too long. Its internal foundation could be said to be rich to the point that even he felt envious.
If such resources were handed over to the Third Era, the overall strength of the Third Era would increase by several times.
This would make it more difficult for them to attack the Third Era!
However, Yale was somewhat glad that the First Era and Third Era had fused. After all, it was a game … It would only be interesting if there was some challenge and difficulty. If they had directly attacked the Third Era, wouldn't this long wait be too cheap?
It was because it was too boring that he destroyed the Fiend Clan when he ascended to the throne.
After that, he waited until he was bored to death. With great difficulty, he was finally able to attack the Third Era. He hoped that the Third Era could properly entertain him and let him enjoy himself.
"Isn't this more fun? Just let the two eras fuse. This king can still destroy them without leaving a trace of their existence." Yale's eyes sank. At this moment, the middle-aged man also spoke, "Lord Yale, actually … This subordinate also captured a few people from the First Era …"
"What?"
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