Chapter 3653
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If he could control the Demon Eye of Annihilation, he would definitely be able to turn the situation around.
Even if he couldn't control it, he could borrow someone else's hand to do so, such as Savage Holy King!
"No! Although he has entered the Origin World, he doesn't approve of you. He thinks you are too weak! " The Void Gourd sighed, "You … need to cultivate to at least the High Lord Realm to be able to control him!"
"Forget it! Let's just join the war! "Zhao Yuande passed through the void and quickly rushed into the battlefield below.
He casually changed his appearance and aura, turning into a large man in black armor. Barehanded, he slaughtered his way into the endless Hell Demon Race.
The battle lasted for a full three days and three nights.
Both sides had victories and losses, and finally, the Hell Demon Race blew the horn.
Countless Hell Demon Race retreated like a tide, finally forming a huge dark castle in front of the bottomless abyss!
Savage Holy King's body was covered in injuries, but he was like an undefeatable god of war standing in the sky above Savage Holy City.
He methodically commanded the soldiers and cultivators who dared to come to help search for the injured, treat the injured, and arrest the dead …
Zhao Yuande took advantage of this opportunity to blend into the crowd of cultivators as a large man in black armor.
Previously, he had obtained the cultivation method of the Divine Martial Board, causing many people to covet him, but now he was safe.
Millions of cultivators had participated in this battle. One-third of them had died, and more than ninety percent of them had sustained serious injuries.
The entire city was filled with injured cultivators, and no matter where Zhao Yuande went, he would see cultivators lying on the ground.
They didn't have broken limbs, but their bodies were covered with horrifying scars.
These cultivators' faces were either filled with pain, malevolence, or fear … None of them had walked out from the shadow of the terrifying battle just now.
"So this is war?" Zhao Yuande sighed softly.
He raised his head and looked at the sky. Savage Saint King was still standing there, blood dripping from his body. Although his face was resolute, there was a hint of worry in his eyes.
"His Majesty the Emperor has personally led the troops into battle! Bring along three million powerful warriors! "A loud voice echoed above the battlefield.
Hearing this voice, everyone's face revealed a look of ecstasy, and they all looked towards the eastern horizon.
A golden light shone in the sky as a carriage pulled by a nine-headed divine dragon appeared in front of the Wild Sacred City in an instant.
The Nine Dragons Carriage was followed by many huge battleships. Many golden-armored warriors stood on the decks of the battleships, releasing their powerful auras without restraint.
Seeing the carriage stop in front of him, a look of disappointment flashed across Savage Sage's eyes.
Three days and three nights!
After fighting for three days and three nights, this emperor finally appeared. What was he thinking?!
This was war. Countless warriors of the Holy Dynasty were fighting with their lives on the line. Even some of the major factions had sent reinforcements. Yet, the Holy Dynasty Emperor had taken three days to arrive!
He knew that His Majesty must have played a part in this sneak attack by the Infernal Devil Clan.
He knew that the reputation of the Eight Great Saint Kings was too powerful, and their influence was too great!
This made the Emperor feel a sense of crisis. He felt that the throne was under threat.
"Savage Sage, you're blaming me!" A majestic voice came from the carriage. Just by hearing this voice, one could imagine that this person was someone who held great power and ruled the world.
"I wouldn't dare!" Savage Sage was neither servile nor overbearing. His body was straight. Although there were dozens of wounds on his body that were still bleeding, it still couldn't stop his arrogant aura.
"Alright! I know you're angry, but I have my reasons. "The Emperor didn't get angry. Instead, he said calmly." Alright! Go and rest! There are three million warriors here. Hell won't be able to move an inch! "
Savage Sage looked at the carriage and didn't say anything. He just turned around and flew back into the Wild Sacred City.
"Your Majesty! Savage Sage was too rude. Why didn't you punish him! " A woman in a light pink palace dress leaned against the Emperor's side. Her voice was very pleasant, like spring water dripping into one's heart.
"Forget it! He defended us for three days and three nights. It's normal for him to have some complaints! "The Emperor lowered his eyes, his face full of majesty.
"That's true! In these three days and three nights, the Eight Great Sacred Kings have lost more than half of their allied forces. There are countless injured. Now, their forces have been weakened to the lowest point. Your Majesty, now is the best time for you to take back your military power! "The woman in the palace dress smiled.
"I want to use this opportunity to restore my prestige and let the entire Sacred Dynasty know that their Emperor is the strongest and wisest. I want them to see how easily I defeated the Hell Demons and saved the people." There was a lingering resentment in the Emperor's voice.
"Your Majesty is wise! Your Majesty is wise! "The woman in the palace dress knelt on the ground and kowtowed. Her face was full of admiration.
"Mm! Go and take over the battlefield! From now on, let us finish the battle! "The Emperor's voice was like a bell, as if it was really enlightening.
When Zhao Yuande saw the hope in the eyes of those cultivators, he couldn't help but sigh for Savage Sage.
He knew that the Emperor definitely had a hand in this battle. Otherwise, why would they drag it on for three days and only come after the battle was over?
"What were you doing earlier? Coming here after three days? Giving birth at home? " Zhao Yuande's face changed again. The aura on his body became violent. He opened his mouth and shouted, "You waited until the Hell Demons retreated before you came to clean up the mess and take advantage of us! Get out of this battlefield. The spoils of war here are all ours! "
Some of the cultivators who were originally excited and looking forward to it couldn't help but turn gloomy when they heard Zhao Yuande's words.
"That's right! So what if you're the Emperor of the Sacred Dynasty? We're not under your control. This is our battlefield. Everything on the battlefield is our spoils of war. Get out now! "
"Three days! We fought hard for three days and you didn't come. You waited until the battle was over before you came. Are you insulting us? "
"Get out! We don't need hypocritical help. We don't need any ulterior motives! "
"Get out …"
"…"
In just an instant, such voices rang out in the battlefield and the city.
"Your Majesty! What should we do? "
Many of the soldiers who were about to rush down and take over the battlefield couldn't help but stop when they saw this scene.
Although they knew that they had to obey orders, these were all warriors who had been bathed in blood for three days. They were proud of these warriors.
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