Chapter 2079 - An Emperor Destroys a City (1/2)

Translator: Exodus Tales  Editor: Exodus Tales

Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

“Such nonsense! I, Walker Evans, the Sacred Judge of the Heresy Judgment Court, will purge you on behalf of the Evans Clan!” Sacred Judge Walker Evans snarled.

Some people would respond with anger when they were struck by fear. Walker was the same as Reynold. He felt humiliated when his beliefs were being challenged, and that sense of humiliation would quickly turn into anger.

Sacred Judge Walker was a Super Lightning Mage, and his Lightning Magic was quite reputable in the Sacred City. Lightning kept flashing in the stormy clouds as he lost his temper. Dense lightning strikes kept landing on the stairs Zhan Kong was walking up.

The stairs were blasted into pieces. The falling lightning was like nails of wrath from the Heavens, striking the ground with blinding sparkles.

“As you wish!” Zhan Kong replied.

Ghastly hands suddenly reached out from the clouds of twisted faces. The hands stacked up and formed a huge face that resembled Walker!

The ghastly face opened its mouth and swallowed Sacred Judge Walker. Walker controlled his powerful lightning to destroy the hands, yet the lightning only managed to peel off its skin. It was nowhere enough to destroy the face!

The ghastly face ate Sacred Judge Walker. He was greeted by countless ghastly faces that could not wait to transmit their pain to a living person, intending to torture his unyielding spirit and turn him into one of them!

“Nothing but lies!” another Sacred Judge snarled.

Zhan Kong did not even bother looking at him. A wisp of dark soul flew at him.

The dark soul wrapped up the Sacred Judge like a snake. A few seconds later, the man suddenly held his throat and fell to the ground in pain.

“Please forgive me, please forgive me, I was controlled by the evil powder. I didn’t want to hurt the kid…”

The sins deep in his heart were exposed. The Sacred Judge with thick brows was writhing on the stairs as if he was having a nightmare.

“Blessed be…to God…”

“Blessed…be to God…”

He no longer sounded as confident as he was at the start of the battle. It sounded more like he was drawing a cross on his chest while begging for mercy.

Blessed be to God. He was hoping God could protect him to survive the terrifying darkness and dawn would arrive quicker.

Zhan Kong had already reached the middle of the stairs. Every Sacred City Mage that attacked him was suffering from different circumstances. The Mages were fallen and mumbling on the stairs. They were either overwhelmed by their fear of death or lost in their sins. Only a few righteous people with firm wills remained in the end.

They stood beside Michael, the last line of defense for the Sacred Residence.

Michael was struggling to hold his ground. A blue light stood between the curtain of ghastly faces and the mirrored Sacred City, stopping the faces from falling into the city like meteorites.

He had used the golden dragon, sunflowers, and sacred feathers, yet he had still failed to stop the Undead Emperor. Michael had guessed right, in that the Undead Emperor was scarier than Khufu, but he had still underestimated the Undead Emperor’s strength.