A chorus of voices as if from the most evil demons in the Abyssal Hell, the most enchanting succubi, lingered within Charal Cesar’s entire consciousness, enchanting his will, disturbing his spirit, blurring the line between reality and illusion, truth and falsehood.

“Bang,”

Charal Cesar suddenly turned around, facing the castle’s wall, and slammed his head into it. The skull of the Saint Tier Warrior collided with the solid stone wall, producing a dull sound.

Severe pain radiated from his head, and a stream of blood seeped from the dented forehead. The pain also cleared Charal Cesar’s will, bringing him back to his senses.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up,” Charal Cesar growled lowly, eyes filled with unimaginable fury, “I am the Emperor of the Human Empire, my will is supreme, do not attempt to manipulate my will, you despicable, wretched demon who only dares to hide in shadows and corrupt minds.”

“I am the Emperor of humanity, even the Evil God must submit to my will. Hmph, even the Ascension Contract you promise, I do not care. I will become a god of humanity, not a god like you, evil demon!”

“Sacrificing my child was my choice, a choice made to survive, but Charal Liya is my last bastion of purity, and cannot be touched.”

“My free will cannot be tainted by you either, remember this, demon, you are just a tool of Charal Cesar. Should it happen again, I will drag you into the church, regardless of the price I must pay!”

Charal Cesar’s spirit and will grew increasingly resolute, regaining his inner peace, yet the mental exchange was more determined than ever.

“Alright, alright,” those phantom-like, overlapping voices that seemed to come from outside the real world stammered, “No need to be nervous, Charal. I was just too pleased to see a pure soul, I promise there won’t be a next time, there definitely won’t be a next time!”

With firm determination in his eyes, Charal Cesar stood straight again, his sunken skull slowly recovering under the flow of power, transforming back into the duke and emperor with the resolve to recreate the world.

Yet in a place even Charal Cesar could not detect, a familiar voice echoed, chuckling softly, “Hehe, the more resolute the will, the more satisfying the domestication. Charal, my dear darling, when you discover those so-called gods of humans are already overwhelmed, I hope you still have the will to resist me; I really look forward to it!”

Knock, knock,

The courtyard’s small door was lightly tapped, its unique rhythmic code comforting those nestled within.

A nimble figure appeared, leaping gracefully over the high wall, landing silently, demonstrating exceptional control and flexible skill.

This was a handsome young man with a head full of black hair, named Bill, a Master Assassin from the renowned Dragon Slayer Adventure Team, also a rare Saint Tier Assassin and a Master of Stealth skilled in Shadow Skill.

At this moment, the handsome young Bill had a sunny smile, with a small dimple appearing on his left cheek, making him look like a particularly harmless neighbor, exuding an extra layer of amiability.

Bill raised a piece of exquisite parchment with his right hand, smiling and revealing the dimple on his cheek, he exclaimed, “Woohoo, we got a big job everyone, enough for us to do this job and then disband and head home to enjoy a happy retirement life!”

“What big job, Bill, you shouldn’t pick bounties at random, we can’t afford to mess up our last gig,” the cautious team leader, a blonde High Tier Mage, looked over.

The rest of the team also looked over; this was a relatively mature team, consisting of a Mage, an Assassin, a Warrior, a Priest, along with an Administrator in charge of equipment logistics, and a Druid.

“Hehe, it’s that big gig, who hasn’t heard that the former Gata Empire Emperor Charal Cesar hated that Dragon Group to the bone, along with the betrayed nobility and mages. But those mages aren’t easy to deal with, and they’re not easy to provoke, besides the bounty is too low, only the bounty for those Giant Dragons is generous enough!”

The young, handsome, yet extraordinarily amiable Assassin said with a chuckle.

“Are you crazy? Bill, lean over and let me see what’s going on inside your head!” Another Saint Tier in the team, also the team’s breakthrough hand, the sturdy shield of the team, the Saint Tier Warrior stood up, his face changing color, loudly questioning.

This Saint Tier Warrior was muscular all over, standing about two meters and three tall, yet his robust physique even overshadowed those inherently gifted Centaur Warriors.

“That’s a Lord Dragon, it’s different from the solitary wandering Evil Dragons we hunted before, it’s not one of those wild Evil Dragons, not only does it have its own Dragon Group, but countless Beloveds, even a team led by a Legendary Warrior dare not say they can complete this task!”

This Saint Tier Warrior’s voice was rough; although the power of a Saint Tier Warrior was strong enough, the explosive destructive power was sufficient to harm ordinary young or even adult Giant Dragons (not specifically referring to White Dragons).

But that does not mean he can directly wrestle with young Giant Dragons; the gap in individual quality is always there. Giant Dragons’ bodies are much larger than his, so their strength is far beyond what he can contend with unless this Saint Tier Warrior steps into the Legendary Realm, touching the edges of some rules.

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