Chapter 465: Inheritance? Trap!
Upon seeing this person, all of the highgods present were filled with shock.
It was as though they had just seen sothing they couldn’t believe.
It wasn’t just the highgods.
Upon seeing this figure appear, Clente revealed an extrely shocked expression.
Clente’s pupils suddenly constricted, and his gaze towards that figure revealed a look of disbelief.
Everyone was extrely puzzled.
Although they were only demigods, there were only a limited number of peak highgod experts in the Plane of Slaughter.
Every peak highgod expert in the Plane of Slaughter was soone that no one didn’t recognize.
And now, this ghostly figure had appeared.
They had never seen it on any portraits or sculptures.
In fact, they had never heard of such an expert in the Plane of Slaughter.
Valentine stood beside Clente and keenly noticed the change in Clente’s expression. His gaze was filled with doubt.
“Clente, do you know this expert?” Valentine asked.
Clente didn’t seem to hear Valentine’s question. He remained rooted to the spot, unable to react for a long ti.
“Clente?”
He only regained his senses when Valentine asked again.
Clente nodded slightly, and his gaze towards the figure revealed a grave expression.
“That’s right, I’ve indeed seen him before!” Clente said solemnly.
He had indeed seen this figure before.
But he hadn’t seen him personally.
He had seen him in the ancient books of the Royal Library of Orencia!
“From the looks of it, this person’s status seems to be quite extraordinary?”
Valentine asked, puzzled.
Although there were very few peak highgod experts, it wasn’t as though Clente had never seen one before.
At the very least, the emperor of the Orencia Empire, Emperor Congrave, had often t with Clente.
If it had just been a peak highgod expert, it wouldn’t have been enough to cause Clente to reveal such a shocked expression.
This person’s identity was definitely extraordinary!
The truth was indeed as Valentine had imagined.
Clente turned his head to look at Valentine, a complicated look in his eyes. With difficulty, he said, “Extraordinary?”
“It’s not just that simple. You wouldn’t dare to believe the identity of this person!”
Hearing these words, Valentine beca even more curious.
“Just who is he? Why would I not dare to believe it?” Valentine said in a low voice.
Hearing the conversation between the two, the highgods of the two empires looked over, revealing complicated looks in their eyes.
However, they didn’t stop Clente from revealing this person’s identity.
The surrounding people, upon hearing the conversation between the two, revealed curious looks as well.
They wanted to know who this person was?
To think that he could make Clente say such a thing.
They only saw Clente looking at the ghostly figure.
His gaze was complicated, as though he was recalling sothing.
Clente slowly said,
“He’s the God of Slaughter.”
When he said this, it imdiately caused a wave of commotion in the entire area.
“What?”
“He’s the God of Slaughter?”
“How is that possible! It’s not like we haven’t seen the statue of the God of Slaughter before!”
“That’s right. I’ve seen the statue of the God of Slaughter in the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter before. It’s not like that at all. It’s impossible for the Divine Kingdom of Slaughter to have mistaken the appearance of the God of Slaughter?”
“Even a demigod can change his appearance, let alone the fact that the God of Slaughter is a sovereign god!”
“But how could the God of Slaughter possibly help Joelson? Joelson killed 20,000 geniuses of the God of Slaughter!”
“That’s true.”
“...”
Everyone began to discuss, their faces filled with confusion. They didn’t understand what Clente was talking about at all.
But as one of the four great geniuses, there was no way Clente would lie to them about sothing like this.
After all, this was the Slaughter Plane. Even a few young children had seen the statue of the God of Slaughter before.
Everyone had puzzled looks on their faces as they looked at Clente.
Clente shook his head.
“He is the God of Slaughter, but not the current one.”
Hearing this, everyone who had been discussing this imdiately shut their mouths, staring blankly at Clente. For a mont, they weren’t able to react.
The tomb of the sovereign fell into a deathly stillness.
“Not the current God of Slaughter.”
Valentine looked at Clente, his brows tightly furrowed as he spoke in a low voice.
He didn’t know if he should speak to himself or Clente.
“What does this an? Could it be?”
“He’s the previous God of Slaughter?”
Valentine cried out in astonishnt, his eyes instantly widening in disbelief.
“How is this possible?”
“Didn’t the previous God of Slaughter die long ago?”
“If he didn’t die, how did the current God of Slaughter appear?”
“How could the previous God of Slaughter appear by Joelson’s side?”
Valentine asked Clente several questions in a row.
He didn’t believe that this ghostly figure was the previous God of Slaughter.
Actually, he couldn’t be blad for this.
There could only be one sovereign in each faction.
It was impossible for two gods of slaughter to appear at the sa ti. Only when the current God of Slaughter died would it be possible for the next God of Slaughter to appear.
This was common sense that they had co into contact with since they were young. Now that they were told that this common sense had been broken.
Naturally, Valentine didn’t dare to believe it.
It wasn’t just him, everyone was even more in disbelief.
“Lord Clente, could it be that you’ve made a mistake?”
“That’s right! How could the previous God of Slaughter live until now?”
Hearing Valentine and everyone’s questions, Clente shook his head, his expression similarly doubtful.
“I can’t explain this point clearly either, but I’ve seen the previous God of Slaughter in ancient records. I can be sure that it’s him!”
Clente looked at the figure whom he had referred to as the God of Slaughter and said very solemnly.
Hearing this, everyone turned to look at the surrounding highgods.
The highgods didn’t retort upon hearing Clente’s words. Clearly, they agreed with Clente’s words.
“Can it be that he really is the God of Slaughter?”
“I really don’t dare to imagine what is going on!”
Everyone began to discuss, but they all believed Clente’s words.
After all, the highgods had tacitly agreed to this.
“No! If the previous God of Slaughter didn’t die, then how could there be the legacy of a sovereign? How could the tomb of a sovereign be opened?”
Valentine asked, extrely puzzled.
Hearing Valentine’s words, everyone was puzzled as well.
That’s right!
If a sovereign didn’t die, how could there be a sovereign’s legacy?
What was going on?
“Could it be...”
Clente muttered to himself in a low voice.
“A sovereign’s legacy is nothing more than a trap? !”
Thinking of this, Clente’s body suddenly trembled.
Hearing his words, everyone’s pupils suddenly constricted.
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