Shura appeared behind Abel, leaning against the wall and looking at the Northern King in front of him.
Abel turned slightly, looking at Shura with an expression like he was looking at an idiot. Perhaps provoked by Abel's gaze, Shura felt insulted.
"What kind of look is that?! Are you looking down on me, Lord Shura?"
"You… still need to be looked up to?"
Abel said indifferently, then continued, "Don't you understand something so obvious?"
Listening to Abel's words, Shura was slightly stunned.
Putting the mockery aside for a moment, he rubbed his head helplessly as he looked at the chaotic Imperial Capital below.
Right, they've already attacked.
Why would he ask such a foolish question?
However...
"You will pay the price for treating Lord Shura like this!"
Shura said, laughing wildly.
Then he threw several daggers from his hand towards Abel.
Abel looked at Shura, his mouth twitching.
Throwing daggers?
What era's attack method is this?
Indeed, one shouldn't have high hopes for the combat of country bumpkins.
All the previous events, he was completely playing house with them!
What a waste of time.
At this moment, Abel pressed his hand to his forehead helplessly.
The daggers shot towards him stopped in front of him.
Immediately, the dagger blades turned, then pointed at Shura.
Before Shura could react, a dagger directly shot into his body.
Pfft~
Blood flowed down his abdomen.
Shura was in disbelief.
So fast!
And the Northern King in front of him definitely possessed an Imperial Arm!
A psychic-type Imperial Arm?
Shura felt no humiliation from his injury, only excitement.
"Hahaha, Northern King, I believe you can definitely make me have fun!"
Saying that, Shura directly pulled out the dagger from his abdomen, blood splattering.
Then Shura took out two syringes and injected them into his neck.
Shura's blood vessels bulged all over his body, and his injured wound rapidly healed.
After a while, he felt the power within his body, which made him very intoxicated.
"Hahaha! Oh, King of the North~ I'll let you die knowing what hit you. This is the Imperial Arm'Shangri-La'! It can teleport people and objects to my marked locations, but it consumes a lot of energy."
"But now, I lack nothing!"
Saying that, he took out'Shangri-La' from his hand, and then a huge Tai Chi diagram enveloped the entire Imperial Capital.
In the blink of an eye, Shura appeared in front of Abel with a small knife.
"Hahaha, die, you bastard!"
Without hesitation, he stabbed down directly.
But the next second, Shura felt a pain in his lower back.
The Abel who should have been stabbed by him appeared behind him, and at the same time, Abel held a dagger and stabbed Shura in the lower back.
At this moment, Shura was stunned.
When?
Without time to think much, Shura used'Shangri-La' again to appear behind Abel, then repeated the same trick.
The result was that the next second, Shura felt pain in his other lower back.
It was Abel, holding a dagger, who appeared behind Shura and pierced his other good kidney.
At this moment, Shura was completely insane.
But no matter how he moved, he would be stabbed by Abel.
How could anyone be faster than him in an Imperial Capital full of his teleportation anchor points?
"Damn it! Damn it! Damn it!"
Shura's eyes were bloodshot, and he was somewhat deranged.
A thought popped into his head that the guy in front of him also had a space-type Imperial Arm.
Impossible!
Absolutely impossible!
Among the 48 Imperial Arms, only his'Shangri-La' possesses spatial attributes!
It's absolutely impossible for a second one to appear.
But the current situation definitely means this guy has a space Imperial Arm!
Run!
Shura decisively used his Imperial Arm to reach the edge of the Empire.
Just as he thought he had escaped, Abel's voice sounded again.
"Why aren't you playing anymore? I haven't had enough fun yet."
Shura felt a chill down his spine. He tightly gripped'Shangri-La', veins bulging on his forehead. This guy, this guy must be banished!
But there was only one chance.
Seizing the moment, he turned, aiming'Shangri-La' at Abel.
"Fly to the world..."
"Banish."
As Abel's words fell, only'Shangri-La' lay quietly on the ground where Shura had been standing.
Shura was directly teleported by Abel to another dimension.
And at this moment, in a certain alternate dimension.
Shura floated in a crimson space.
He looked at this crimson space, completely bewildered.
"This... where is this?!"
Unfortunately, no one could answer his question anymore.
Suddenly, Shura shivered.
Then he silently looked back, only to see a giant dragon, entirely crimson, staring intently at him.
After a long pause, the giant dragon spoke.
"An intruder from the outside? Weak, no threat."
Saying that, it turned and left.
Just as Shura thought he had survived, due to its flapping wings, a spatial storm was triggered.
Shura, who had no time to react, had his body directly torn apart.
Not even dust remained.
And the giant dragon continued to patrol its territory.
Perhaps Abel still didn't know.
The Great Red that Vali was searching for had already been seen by someone.
The scene returned to the beginning.
Abel picked up'Shangri-La' from the ground and put it into Kamui Space.
Next, it was time to see which little darlings needed help.
...
Akame's location.
Broken limbs and severed arms lay at Kurome's feet, a hundred Pawns were deader than dead.
The girl's cheeks were flushed.
After a while, Kurome walked towards Akame.
Only to see where Akame was.
A headless body knelt there.
The corpse's hand still clutched a broken blade, and next to the corpse, a head still had excitement on its face.
That's right, this was Izo.
He was beheaded by Akame's single strike.
"Sister."
"Ah, Kurome."
"Let's go, I believe Master has already arrived at the palace."
"Mm, let's go."
Saying that, the Akame sisters ran towards the palace.
On the other side.
The entire street was frozen solid.
As for the residents inside, they were all packed up and transferred outside the Imperial Capital by the Shadow Legion.
And on the street, in a dilapidated house.
Commander Bud, covered in frost, was slammed into the wall.
The gauntlets on his hands were shattered, falling to the ground as scrap metal, and the Imperial Arm—Lightning God's Wrath 'Adramelech' was broken.
Esdeath's clothes were slightly dirty, with faint electric arcs flickering around her body.
Commander Bud struggled to lift his head, tried to raise his arm, wanted to stand up but was powerless.
"The Empire, protect the Empire."
Commander Bud was filled with remorse.
If he hadn't followed the ancestral teachings back then and had directly killed that bastard Honest, would none of this have happened?
But there are no 'ifs'.
Everything, everything, was because the root was corrupted.
Esdeath looked at the old relic in front of her, still feeling a trace of respect.
Though respected.
This rigid old man in front of her could not be left alive.
After all, the new Empire didn't need old relics.
Esdeath drew the long sword from her waist and walked step by step towards Commander Bud.
"Goodbye."
As a cold light flashed.
Blood spurted out.
The Empire's Great General, dead!
(Damn, take it slow, write it slowly. This book will either have two updates or one, depending on the situation, as the new book is being polished.)
(Hehe~)
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