Chapter 1728 The Death of the Old King
Only the young commander in golden armor had a hint of unease hidden in his eyes...
As the excitement of the warriors below gradually subsided, he coughed, immediately drawing everyone's attention.
"Ma Long, when will we welcome the Emperor's return?" the frail, elderly king asked.
The old king has lived for millions of years.
He is now the oldest person in the largest domain of the entire human race.
He experienced the era of the white-robed emperors and witnessed the rise and fall of the greatest monarch in history...
When the young Ma Long was a teenager, the old king had shown him countless acts of kindness and support.
Today, Ma Long holds a high position of power and possesses astonishing strength...
But in the presence of the old king, he could only be considered a junior.
As the old king finished speaking, everyone turned to look at Malone, their eyes filled with anticipation.
"Old King, do you know where that human emperor came from?" Ma Long asked loudly.
He exuded great majesty.
Everyone was stunned.
"How could it be false that a human has evolved into an emperor?" the old king asked.
Clearly, there was a hint of doubt in his tone.
Ma Long smiled gently: "I have found out that the human emperor's real name is Cang Tian, and he is from the ninth domain, Cang Tian World."
"Heavens...it's her?" The old king was stunned again.
"In the past, the Ninth Domain was guarded by Black Armor. There was a human king who rose to power, fought his way from the Ancestral World through the alien races, and entered the Ninth Battlefield."
Malone spoke slowly and deliberately about the information concerning the heavens.
"She never entered the Black Armor Army; instead, she carved out an area and established the Human Blue Armor Army!"
"Cangtian is incredibly powerful. Over the years, he has gathered countless human experts, and his blue-armored strength has gradually surpassed that of the black-armored ones!"
"However... Heaven has neglected military affairs for many years, and the Blue Armor Army has become lax in discipline, repeatedly disregarding the safety of its Black Armor comrades..."
"They are even more driven by profit and wealth, secretly forming a wild merchant organization. Now, they have even infiltrated the First Domain, plundering the wealth of the Golden Armor Sect!"
"Such a person, even if he becomes emperor, is he credible?"
As Ma Long finished speaking, the entire arena fell silent.
For many years, many people in this area have heard about the affairs of Heaven.
That exceptionally talented female monarch went too far in many ways.
Many times, people have questioned whether she is actually human.
Why is there such polarization in things?
Even the old king never imagined that the new emperor of the human race would actually be that being!
"The new emperor of the human race should have considered the overall situation and come to the First Domain to oversee things, so as to deter all other races for the sake of our human race!"
"However, the heavens act rashly. Although she is powerful, she is still only one person. Our human race is weak. How can we withstand such a situation?"
After saying that, Ma Long sighed.
The old king's face immediately darkened: "Ma Long, even though you are temporarily the commander of the human race, you cannot question the emperor like this!"
"The new emperor's thoughts are still unclear; how can we allow him to feel disheartened?"
In the old king's view, the new human emperor might be somewhat stubborn, but as the new human emperor, he was the future hope of the human race.
Even if it's reckless, no one else can question it!
Moreover, the facts are unclear.
The old king continued his reprimand: "Marlon, no one is perfect. Have you never made a mistake over the years?"
"To question someone without ever having met them, is it simply because you covet the power they currently hold?"
As the old king spoke, Malone's expression grew increasingly grim.
A chill rose in the hall.
Many candidates for the throne felt a chill run down their spines.
A middle-aged human king standing nearby quickly pulled the old king aside and secretly advised him through telepathic communication.
“The current Ma Long is no longer the young man he once was. Even if Your Majesty once did him a favor, how can you so easily humiliate him?”
Ma Long waved his hand, and quickly regained his composure.
"King Jiang, how could I possibly hold a grudge against the old king? It was a slip of the tongue on my part."
After saying this, Malone stepped down from the throne, came before the old king, clasped his hands, and bowed deeply.
Seeing that he knew his mistake, the old king coldly snorted, "I wish to travel to the Ninth Domain before I die to welcome the Emperor back. Please grant me permission, Commander!"
"Old King, you are old... The new human emperor is not good at ruling, and now he is probably being attacked by all races. By reason and emotion, Ma Long should go with the old king!" Ma Long said loudly.
"Very good!" The old king smiled kindly.
Immediately afterwards, Malone made arrangements for the defense of the First Domain's human race while he was away.
With everything in order, the old king stepped into the teleportation portal and headed towards the Ninth Domain.
After entering the second domain, Malone suddenly spoke up: "The journey is long, Your Majesty, why don't you go to the Life Space to rest?"
The old king, trembling, was now standing inside the teleportation barrier, drenched in sweat.
Over the years, his body had been repeatedly injured in battles for the human race, and it was time for him to return to the void.
At this moment, he straightened his back, his old face filled with expectation: "How can one be lazy when paying homage to the Emperor?"
Ma Long laughed and said, "Your Majesty, I was just worried that you might be impolite in your current state when you meet me!"
The old king then understood what was going on. He looked down at his body and saw the ancient golden armor he had deliberately changed into.
"That's true!" he finally nodded.
Malone smiled, raised his hand to break through the teleportation barrier, and with a wave of his hand, the teleportation power surged in, enveloping the old king.
The next moment, the two figures appeared in a living space.
Here, the mountains are verdant, the waters are clear, and the sun shines brightly. If it weren't for the fact that the power of rules is much thinner than in ordinary worlds, one could easily mistake it for a truly vast world...
But at this moment, the old king looked at a dark place ahead with a puzzled expression.
There, there are no rules, no light, and no air...
Like a place swallowed by nothingness.
"here it is……?"
As soon as the old king asked the question, he heard the clanging sound of metal chains striking each other.
Accompanied by a hoarse growl: "Die... all die...!"
The old king's gaze sharpened, and he activated his detection ability. In his hazy vision, he saw an old man, thin and bony, bound hand and foot in this magic-suppressing space, his body clad in god-level imprisonment equipment.
The old king vaguely felt that the old man was somewhat familiar...
"The writer, are you?"
Upon recognizing the man, even the old king's voice trembled.
Suddenly, a cold voice came from behind: "He is the Writer!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the old king felt a burning sensation on the top of his head and couldn't help but raise his head...
A giant hand of light, like a blazing sun, descended from the sky, its endless rays transforming into countless sharp swords that thunderously crashed down from above its head…
The old king's figure trembled suddenly, and tiny points of light appeared beneath his aged skin on his frail face, rapidly spreading and piercing through his aged skin...
The white light was dazzling and incredibly bright, like the lamps that this old king had lit for humanity over the past 100,000 years.
His body and golden armor gradually turned to dust amidst the terrifying light energy, vanishing with the wind...
"King Aman, you are courting death!" Malone's voice was cold.
He took a deep look at the darkness, then turned and disappeared from the space of life.
All that remained was the book-writing king's low growl, filled with madness.
"Dead... all dead... they're all dead... why... why did they die...?"
Half a day later, when Ma Long did not reappear, the Book King's gaze gradually regained a sliver of clarity.
He gazed at the place where the old king had vanished, a deep sorrow washing over him...
"Farewell, my old friend Aman!!"
