Chapter 748: The Strongest Imperial Tool Appears

After the death of the revolutionary leader, some of his confidants took up arms and shouted slogans to kill the woman in the black skirt.

Kurumi's golden clock-like pupils turned slightly, and several hands stretched out from the shadows underground, and those who tried to kill her were swallowed up in an instant.

"Oh, this is so warm, thank you all for your hospitality!"

There were constantly more Kurumis coming from various places and then merging into the main body.

Happily hugging the person she loves, Kuang San said with a dazed look in her eyes: "Honey, I'm so full today!"

Xiao Zhen touched the head of this sick elf. He didn't know how many people's time Kuang San had consumed today. Thinking about the chaos on the battlefield, just like those miscellaneous soldiers just now, they could not escape the palm that suddenly stretched out from the ground.

Esdeath was also a little envious of Kurumi's ability. She had no idea how many people she had killed in her life. If all of them could be transformed into the power of time, what a huge amount that would be.

At this moment, the whole earth trembled horribly, many houses began to tilt and collapse, and the people who had been hiding in their homes all ran out.

Originally in the direction of the imperial palace, a tall figure rose from the ground.

Minister Ernest did not know how he could spread the news to every corner of the imperial capital.

"Foolish rebels, I will now let you see the true strength of the empire, the strongest imperial weapon that can destroy everything and end everything, the empire's trump card... the Supreme Throne!"

The little emperor, who had already entered the Supreme Throne, seemed to be in some pain.

After all, he is still young and it is difficult for him to control the powerful Supreme Throne.

"Minister, what should I do next?"

“Your Majesty, Esdeath and her army are now gathering near the city gate. If we eliminate them and those annoying revolutionaries at the same time, the empire will return to its previous state of excitement.

And you will become the most wise ruler after the First Emperor, and will be respected and admired by future generations."

"Well, I understand. Now... let's go and eliminate those rebels."

Watching the tall figure leave, Minister Ernest bit off a piece of meat fiercely. Even though the situation had reached such a tense moment, he could still calmly watch the fighting in front of him.

After secretly killing the old emperor, he tried his best to eliminate other heirs to the throne one by one, and finally supported a young puppet to take the throne.

During this period, he was afraid countless times that the old man Bud would intervene. As the general who controlled most of the empire's troops, all his efforts would be in vain with just one order.

It can be said that the rotten situation in the empire was caused by Bud’s personal pedantry.

"Father, it seems that you are the greatest hope of the empire!"

A man who looked very evil walked up to Ernest, stared at the tall supreme throne, and couldn't help licking the corner of his mouth.

Sheila, the son of Minister Ernest, inherited his father's bad character and was cruel. He also gathered several powerful villains under his command.

He glanced at his son with some fear, and saw four more figures behind Ernest.

After arduous training, some of the best ones will be able to fight against the users of imperial weapons, such as the four Rakshasas kept in captivity by the ministers.

The father and son were talking and laughing on their faces, but in fact they were wary of each other. In their eyes, family affection was very weak, and only their own interests were the most important.

But Xila was thinking every day about replacing her father, and even... sitting on the throne that countless people worshipped.

"Father, the Supreme Throne should have been in your grasp a long time ago, so why don't you drive the most powerful imperial weapon yourself? Are you really worried about that old guy Bud?"

Ernest snorted coldly, interrupting his son's delusion.

“The High Throne can only be used by members of the royal family, because if it is in the hands of others, it will have the power to subvert the entire empire.

It was because of this that the First Emperor of China tried his best to impose harsh conditions on the supreme throne.

That is, if the driver does not have royal blood, the Supreme Throne cannot be activated at all."

Xila reminded: "If the little emperor grows up and knows what you have done, you won't be afraid that he will..."

Ernest said disapprovingly: "Your Majesty will never grow up. By the time he has the next generation of blood, he will have died of old age."

Raising a thumbs up, Xila sneered: "Father is still wise, you are the real master of the empire."

The conversation between the father and son was not heard by the two warring parties in front. Even the little emperor driving the Supreme Throne focused all his attention on the battlefield, and his mind was full of people's praises about his great achievements in the future.

"You are really amazing! Ernest, among the countless people I have met, you are indeed a figure. It's a pity that you cannot be used by the empire. Instead, you have plunged the empire into its current irreparable situation."

Ernest narrowed his eyes and turned to look towards the southwest corner. A middle-aged man in golden armor walked out from behind a huge stone pillar.

The guy dressed like a Japanese samurai among Xila's men drew his sword from his waist and said in a heavy tone:

"Such a strong pressure should not be underestimated, everyone please be careful!"

Ernest took a step back, with the four Rakshasa ghosts protecting him. When he felt safe, he asked, "Who are you?"

This guy in front of me looks familiar. I wonder where I have seen him before.

Ernest would never associate it with a dead person, especially an old antique who had been dead for thousands of years.

The First Emperor said in a cold tone: "A man who returned from hell, a man who once controlled the world, a man...who wants your life!"

Ernest bit off the last piece of meat in his hand, threw the bone away, and laughed: "That's the enemy, my good son, I leave it to you."

He was also a shrewd man. He planned to use his son's men to consume the enemy first. If the opponent was strong, he would run towards the Supreme Throne.

Even though the minister looks as fat as a pig now, he and his four Rakshasas are from the same school and he was also a master when he was young.

Now back to the battlefield, the tall size of the High Throne directly intimidated many of Esdeath's soldiers.

It was also the first time for the little emperor to drive a mecha, but fortunately the operation was not too difficult. Once the dazzling red energy cannon was fired, it made no distinction between friend and foe.

The houses were reduced to ashes, and the bodies of the affected soldiers, whether they were from the Empire, the Revolutionary Army, or even the rebellious Esdeath Army, were turned to ashes under the high temperature.

However, this attack was blocked after encountering a barrier.

Xiao Zhen put down his hand. He didn't expect that the little emperor was so cruel. That move just now killed many soldiers.

Among them, the Empire accounted for more than 70%, plus more than 20% of the revolutionary army.

If Xiao Zhen had not acted in time, Esdeath's troops would have suffered heavy casualties.

"Hahahahaha, you rebels against the empire, did you see that? This is the true power of the empire!"

The little emperor in the control room was trembling all over, his eyes were bloodshot, and drops of sea water were flowing down his face.

The consumption of the previous shot was quite large, and it was a test of the driver's mental and physical strength. Even an adult would probably have enough trouble.

Bud, who was commanding on the battlefield, had no time to care about the loss of his soldiers. He recognized the High Throne at a glance.

"Damn it! At your age, it is difficult for you to sustain the consumption of the Supreme Throne. If you control it for too long, your life may be in danger."