Chapter 537: 503, Dad, can I rena this palace to Emilia’s Palace?
Chapter 537: 503, Dad, can I rena this palace to Emilia’s Palace?
Omibella held Charles with both hands.
Charles felt a shiver ran down his spine as countless thoughts echoed in his mind: so jubilant, so tender, others full of sanctity, so wicked to the extre, and still others filled with indescribable obscurity…
The onslaught of thoughts nearly caused Charles’ brain to explode.
At the sa ti, he also felt his life force, soul, consciousness, mory, and all the Secret Techniques he had cultivated over his lifeti being extracted by a mysterious force.
Charles could see his own body withering at a visible rate, his heart filled with panic, wanting to stop the loss, but a childlike voice suddenly rang in his mind: “Is it Daddy?”
Charles couldn’t help but respond, “Yes, it’s Daddy!”
A little girl’s voice called out joyfully, “I knew it, Daddy!
...
You’re the best to .”
“And to think that you gave such a grand palace.”
Charles was confused, wondering where such a grand palace had co from?
He then heard Omibella’s weak voice: “I have to go back now.
I can’t co out anymore and I can’t be with you anymore!”
“Without by your side, you must take care of yourself…”
“And don’t have children with those few girls from that pond.”
Charles felt the hands holding him gradually dematerialize as Omibella dissipated into the ether, leaving behind only a tender smile and lingering affection.
Although Charles knew that She was not human and did not have human emotions, nor did they have a marital relationship or the emotions typical between humans, he still experienced an indescribable sorrow!
Before Charles had ti to fully comprehend this sorrow, he saw a little daughter running around the Iseren Palace, shouting nonstop, “What a beautiful palace, I love it here, thank you, Daddy, for giving such a wonderful gift!”
Charles looked at the little girl and couldn’t shake the feeling that he had sohow been forced upon a daughter.
He asked, “My daughter!
What is your na?”
The little girl shouted loudly, “I am Emilia!
Emilia cklen!”
“Daddy, can I rena this palace to Emilia’s Palace?”
That’s when Charles realized the little girl had mistaken the Iseren Palace as a gift from him.
He hesitated for a mont, then said, “Of course, you can…”
Before he could say otherwise, Emilia loudly declared, “I announce that from now on, this palace will be called Emilia’s Palace.
I want a fountain over there!”
Then Charles’ eyes went wide because he saw that a fountain indeed appeared in the direction Emilia pointed her little finger.
Emilia pointed to another spot and said, “I like it over here.
I want a big building here.
I’m going to live in it, sleep beautifully every night, and wake up to the starlight.”
Although waking up in the middle of the night didn’t seem like sothing a good child would do, Charles didn’t say a word, watching as a tall building rose from the ground.
He finally understood his “daughter” was also an Evil God, and she seed even more sinister than Amon.
This little creature actually managed to forcibly take control of the Iseren Palace, which was extrely eerie.
Considering that not even the five Divine Creatures of the Holy Light Divine State Title could accomplish such a feat.
Of course, Charles also suspected that Emilia’s birth in the Iseren Palace might have created so connection with Iseren.
As Emilia pointed here and there, the Iseren Palace began to transform drastically.
However, Charles also noticed that Iseren’s power was fighting back; the buildings Emilia forcibly designated would sotis collapse without cause, vanish, or revert to their original form…
But Emilia’s designated changes beca faster and faster, endlessly spouting various buildings.
Although Iseren’s counterattacks were also extrely swift, one could still see Emilia’s chosen constructions becoming more nurous, quickly occupying one-tenth of the Iseren Palace.
Charles found himself filled with an inexplicable urge to protect and help this little girl, even though he knew that this creature certainly didn’t need his protection.
Still, he summoned the Blood Spirit Rhinoceros, saying, “Daddy will help you!”
Before making his move, he hesitated and said, “Our whole family are followers of the Serpent of Destiny, you should also build a grand Temple of the Serpent of Destiny!
We can lack everything else, but the Temple of the Serpent of Destiny is indispensable.”
Emilia waved her hand as if sowhat impatient, but a magnificent Temple of the Serpent of Destiny still rose from the ground, clearly having listened to her father’s words.
After the temple was ford, the power of Iseren attempted to shake the building, only for the force of the Evil God that had descended to be repelled by a divine radiance.
Charles witnessed this scene with mixed feelings!
The Serpent of Destiny had truly bestowed its divine favor, wasn’t this like taking sides?
When two Evil Gods were battling, one of the nine True Gods was taking sides!
What kind of fucking situation is this?
If Ysamiel had the guts, he would definitely point at the Serpent of Destiny and say, “You’re no son of mine!”
But Charles figured that this thing, now just a wreckage, a revival of the Evil God with barely a fraction of its strength, would absolutely not dare to speak to the little snake in such a manner.
With the Temple of the Serpent of Destiny standing unmovable, no matter what, Emilia’s renovation of Iseren Palace accelerated significantly, swiftly increasing her share of the palace to twenty percent.
Enveloping the sky like a mountainous figure, Ysamiel finally gave up entangling with the colliding Holy Light Divine State Title, forcibly enduring a collision and then, with a reverse hand, thrust down the Trident.
Charles, without thinking, charged bravely forward, only to be blocked by a wall created with a wave of Emilia’s hand.
The little girl said cutely, “Daddy!
Don’t worry, I’m not afraid of this big guy.”
The little rascal extended a tiny finger, pointing it high into the sky.
Clearly just a little girl, Emilia’s dainty and fragile finger t the sharpness of Ysamiel’s Trident, which, like a magic mountain, was vast and filled with limitless fiendish energy, accompanied by countless resentful souls.
But when Emilia’s small finger collided with the Trident, there were no happenings that Charles had worried about—his “daughter” being impaled by Ysamiel’s Trident.
Instead, a thunderous explosion shook heaven and earth!
The series of deafening sounds could burst the eardrums of any creature, yet there was Emilia, proudly pointing a single finger toward the sky, and with that tiny finger, she held up against Ysamiel’s Trident!
No one could describe the shock in Charles at that instant!
He should have been panicked, scared, horrified, but inexplicably, he felt a surge of pride and couldn’t help but think, “That’s my daughter!”
Yep, he was now thoroughly enveloped in the family atmosphere of the Evil God.
This really wasn’t a good thing!
Emilia held up against the Trident with her little finger, and in a tender yet fierce voice she called out, “Big fella, I’m not scared of you.
I am a daughter of House cklen!
I am Emilia cklen.
Knowing my na, you should kneel and surrender!”
“If you are so stubbornly unenlightened!”
“I’ll let daddy throw you into the endless void!
Grind away your last bit of will!
Turn you into a little dog…
”
Charles thought to himself, “Your daddy doesn’t have that ability.”
Ysamiel roared mightily, pulling out the Trident and raising it high, preparing to strike down again with even more ferocity.
Yet Charles suddenly sensed keenly that Ysamiel’s divine glow was dimming, and His magic power field was fading.
He shouted, “Omibella, Dapocirodo, Posuji, King of the Giant Whales, Amon!
Lend your power!”
Five streams of the Power of the Evil God ca from afar, and Charles, moving the Fla Knight Lance, soared into the sky, piercing through Ysamiel’s lower abdon and out through His throat.
What was once an impenetrable body, under Charles’s attack, beca like slicing through rot, offering no resistance whatsoever.
Charles’s lance pierced through the Evil God, and then went through the back of Ysamiel’s head, piercing the Evil God’s mountain-like giant head.
Charles spun in the void and re-entered through Ysamiel’s throat.
The defeated Evil God struggled to retaliate, trying to catch Charles, but as He tangled with Charles, one after another the constructions specified by Emilia for Iseren Palace rose from the ground.
Soon, more than half of the palace was under Emilia’s design, and the body of the Evil God trembled abruptly, deflating like a leaking balloon and beginning to shrink rapidly.
Juno, devouring the nineteenth clump of flesh, sensitive to the changes in Iseren Palace, the strongest of the Blood Clan, smirked to himself, muttering, “My student, she really is quite interesting!”
He transford into a faint blood light, tearing through all obstacles, and vanished into the dark abyss.
The next mont, he “awakened,” looking at his own hands, he spoke faintly, “I’m one step closer to the Divine level!”
“From now on, everything in the mundane world will have no aning to .
Ascension to godhood is my sole pursuit.”
He looked out over the sea, where the Holy Light Divine State Title had ceased its attack on Iseren Palace.
Iseren Palace was changing its shape, contracting in size and transforming into a giant vessel that was no less than the Dolmabahçe Number or the Holy Light Divine State Title!
On both sides of this giant vessel were written the sa words, Emilia Vessel!
At the sa ti, Charles reappeared on the Holy Light Divine State Title, looking at the newly transford Legendary Warship, the Emilia Vessel, with an indescribable sense of anticipation.
Charles casually released a Magic Mirror and looked at Ysamiel in it; in the last mont before leaving that world, he had used a Special Ability—”Mirror Specter.”
Yeah, he hadn’t expected that he’d actually fucking make it.
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