Chapter 1908
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The Angel clansmen around the Divine Palace would never be able to forget this scene.
The Angel King, who was burning with holy light, used his life to launch a fatal blow. The holy light that lit up the Divine Race's continent was annihilated by Yale's flick of a finger.
It was just a gentle flick of a finger, but the Angel King, who was determined to die, fell like an angel with broken wings.
"The God King of Destruction wants to usurp the throne and rebel!"
Someone shouted angrily in the sky. Immediately, a large number of experts from the Divine Race surrounded Yale. Some of them were almighties above the Lord Realm who had retired long ago.
Everyone was furious. They could clearly see that the Godhead belonging to the God King was now in Yale's possession.
Everyone had the right to kill such a rebellious person.
The Gods' encirclement of Yale bought Angel King a lot of time.
The two eight-winged angels hurriedly caught him and kept injecting their holy power into his body. They also kept throwing pills into his mouth as if they were free.
"Don't waste your energy."
The Angel King with a small hole between his eyebrows smiled. Above his head was a broken and dim diamond-shaped Godhead.
God power continuously flowed out of the Godhead. The Angel King's face grew paler.
"No one in the Divine Race can resist Yale who has fused with four Godheads. Right now, he's not at his peak. Once he breaks through the seal of his Godhead, it will be hard for anyone in this world to be his enemy. "
"Your Majesty …" "Don't interrupt me. Listen to me!" The Angel King grabbed the old woman's arm and said, "Go find the Epoch Star Lord and bring the Angels. Don't care about my life or death. The God King once said that the Epoch Star Lord is special.
I believe him because he's the only person in the past billions of years who could grow twelve wings. "
"Ten … Twelve wings … Yes, twelve wings! As long as Yale wanted to, he would be able to kill those people who had surrounded him in an instant. Perhaps what I'm saying now is unfair to them. Although they'll die, they'll die for a reason. Without buying time for them, we'll all die.
With that, we'll all die. "
As soon as he finished speaking, the Angel King grabbed his Godhead and yanked it hard. This tug seemed to sever the connection between him and the Godhead.
"Take this Godhood with you. Give it to our clan or to a fated person in this era."
"Your Majesty!"
"Take it. Do you want this king's Divine Spark to be taken away by that filthy fellow?"
The Angel King shouted angrily with all his might, but the two eight-winged angels didn't take it. Just then, the Venerable of Lingbao reached out his hand and grabbed the godhood.
"We will avenge you."
The Venerable of Numinous Treasure gritted his teeth and put away the godhead.
With a wave of his arm, he grabbed the two eight-winged angels and left with the rest of the Angels in front of the Divine Palace.
The Angel King, who was lying on the ground, looked up at the dark clouds in the sky with gratitude in his eyes.
Just like that, he laughed until the end of his life.
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"Yale, you plotted to murder the Divine Emperor and heavily injured the Angel King. Your crimes are unforgivable, you —"
All of a sudden, the old man's words came to an abrupt halt.
By the time everyone came back to their senses, the old man's forehead had been pierced. Before the Godhead in his body could be summoned, it had already shattered into pieces. The old man's soul had also dispersed along with it.
Gulp.
Many people gulped as cold sweat dripped down their backs.
What kind of divine might was this?
Many of the Gods present recognized the old man who had gone into seclusion. He could be considered the oldest among the Overgods. Due to his age, he no longer bothered himself with the affairs of the God Race and went into seclusion.
However, his realm was solid. He was much stronger than most of the Overgods.
He was killed in an instant. He didn't even have a chance to resist.
Could they really take down this traitor?
"Yale, do you know who you killed? He was once —"
"Shut up, you scum!"
With Yale's shout, the middle-aged man who spoke up for the old man was cut into countless pieces. Golden blood sprayed into the sky.
Actually, many people knew what the young man wanted to say.
The old man Yale had just killed was one of Yale's teachers when he was young. The young man could be considered half a senior brother to him. "Stabilizing your realm has become a difficult task. Your cultivation is already showing signs of regressing. You should have been buried a long time ago. I really don't know what you're persisting for. You're wasting the few resources of the God Race. You've lived for hundreds of thousands of years, but you haven't even reached the Overgod level.
You think you deserve to talk to me? "
Yale, who had done all of this, didn't feel any remorse. He spat and twisted his neck.
"The God Race that I rule doesn't need scum who waste resources."
"You —"
At this moment, the sounds of intense fighting suddenly came from behind the Gods.
Not long after, everyone turned their heads and saw the mighty army charging in from the periphery. These people seemed to have lost their minds, and no one who was near them could survive.
The chaotic battle had begun.
Countless Gods waved their weapons in the sky. They didn't show any mercy. They only had one thought in their minds — to kill the enemies in front of them.
Their former compatriots were killing each other, but Yale watched the scene with satisfaction.
"Your subordinate came late to the rescue. Please punish me, Your Majesty."
The one kneeling in front of Yale was Song An of the Song Clan. As for those who were fighting the Gods, they were also members of the Song Clan.
Just as Song An said, they had no way out at this point.
The Song Clan also made up their minds and bet the rise and fall of the entire clan on this battle.
"You're not late. You're already very fast. At least compared to my former subordinates —"
"Greetings, Your Majesty!"
Suddenly, a few more people appeared in front of Yale. Every single one of them was once a Sovereign under Yale's command.
When they learned that Yale had usurped the throne, they had hesitated. But now, with the God Emperor's fate unknown and the Angel King dead, Yale had gained the absolute advantage.
A wise man submits to the circumstances!
If they made an enemy of Yale now, they would be making an enemy of the God race's royal power.
They would be making an enemy of the entire world!
"The few of you didn't waste this emperor's efforts on you."
At the same time, Yale also noticed the Venerable of Numinous Treasure and the others fleeing, but he didn't take it to heart.
Even if these people escaped, could they escape Yale's palm?
What he needed to do now was to announce to the entire God race —
The former God Emperor had fallen. The God race's regime would be rewritten.
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