<h4>Chapter 1936: Chapter 1936: Unlocking the Lock</h4>
The air was frighteningly silent.
Only the sound of droppings falling could be heard.
The Undead Tribe warriors who had been eating and drinking in the prison suddenly felt a tinge of unease.
It was as if they smelled a dangerous aura.
Even the Emperor felt a bit surprised.
Sutton had been painstakingly nning for thousands of years outside and still hadn’t found the key to the prison.
Yet it was in Bradwell Abernathy’s hands?
The fact that Bradwell Abernathy wasn’t dead had already left them in astonishment.
Back then, Sutton himselfunched a sneak attack.
Bradwell Abernathy drank poisoned wine, went blind, and was knocked off Mount Leopold.
Fell into the canyon.
Even Sutton brought Bradwell Abernathy’s shattered corpse back and personally inserted a de capable of annihting the Undead Tribe.
The Break Sky Knife.
Yearster, the Break Sky Knife vanished.
Bradwell Abernathy’s grave was dug up.
Since then, Sutton started searching for the whereabouts of the Break Sky Knife.
Yearster, it ended up in Jesse River’s hands, and finallynded in Julius Reed’s possession.
But the Emperor couldn’t care less about why Bradwell Abernathy was still alive now; he needed to figure out what’s going on with the key in Bradwell Abernathy’s hands!
They had even given up trying to open this cage.
In the past, the Emperor had infected Emperor Charlotte Grey with his murderous intent, infecting the officials within the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance, attempting to overthrow Julius Reed through these people to obtain the prison key.
But everything failed.
Julius Reed stepped down four years ago, and Pendleton searched for a thousand years, all in vain.
Instead, someone who was once dead was standing in front of them with the key in his hand.
The Emperor could hardly imagine what would happen once Bradwell Abernathy opened the door.
"Why did you want to kill me back then?" Bradwell Abernathy pulled out a second sword and inserted it into the second hole.
Creak!
The de and the keyhole fit perfectly!
"It really is a key! Emperor, what should we do?"
The warriors inside the toilet were in an uproar internally.
Once the prison door opened, they knew better than anyone what woulde next.
The death of Bradwell Abernathy was what everyone expected.
The Emperor didn’t want someone with too much merit, nor did the other warriors feelpliant!
It could be said that everyone present was a murderer.
There were no innocent people.
In the past, they desperately wanted this door to open.
Because it meant they could see the light of day again and end this dark, hopeless life.
Thousands of years ago, under the Emperor’s leadership, these people led a veryfortable life.
But a war directly reduced them to prisoners, locked in prison, eating and drinking.
But now.
The prison door was infinitely close to being opened, yet the people inside couldn’t feel happy.
Because they knew once Bradwell Abernathy opened this door, he wasn’t there to save them but to kill them.
What happened back then, the Emperor indeed went too far.
However, the king’s methods have always been ruthless.
Throughout history, it has been so.
To maintain his position and benefits, doing something slightly excessive is to be expected.
But now, Bradwell Abernathy didn’t seem interested in having a nice chat, nor did he have any obligation to understand them.
Revenge has no need for too many reasons.
"Emperor, what shall we do?"
"How about you try exining it clearly to Abernathy, after all, we fought side by side once, maybe..."
"Silence!" The Emperor scolded sharply. "Maybe they’ll spare you? Don’t be naive! Abernathy has bottled up for a thousand years; his anger isn’t something I alone can dispel."
Looking at the slightly fearful subordinates around him, the Emperor sneered, "What? Have you eaten shit for so long in prison that your spirits have turned as flimsy as loosened excrement? Let me tell you, today there are only two possibilities. We die, or he dies!"
The Undead Tribe lowered their heads, falling silent.
In the face of desperation, they wanted to cling to even a shred of hope.
But as the Emperor said.
Would Bradwell Abernathy spare them?
The incident back then involved everyone, none of them was innocent.
They could only pray that this prison door wasn’t so easily opened.
If it was truly opened, they stood no chance in a fight.
A group of people locked up for a thousand years with nothing good to eat or drink, how could they have anybat power?
It was just hanging on by a thread.
Crack!
The third sword was precisely inserted into the keyhole.
The smile on Bradwell Abernathy’s face grew more intense.
"I can’t see, but I can imagine the despair on your faces. This despair felt just like when I learned the truth back then. The one I fought for, struggled for, and was loyal to—why would they stab me in the heart!"
"Just moments before, you were holding your wine cup, calling me brother, but in the next moment, I went blind, forced to the peak of Mount Leopold by Sutton, and died in grief!"
"You even went so far as to sacrifice the Break Sky Knife to kill me."
"A thousand years of humiliation, Abernathy can never forget!"
Snap!
The fourth key was inserted by Abernathy!
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Fifth key!
Sixth key!
Everyone’s hearts seemed to stop beating at that moment.
The people of the Undead Tribe knew clearly that once the seventh key was inserted, they could basically dere their death.
"Can you tell me how you survived before I die?" The Emperor raised his head, looking towards the door. "Sutton was loyal to me and would never let you go, and I watched as the Break Sky Knife was plunged into your body. Abernathy, winners be kings, but let me die knowing why."
Abernathy couldn’t possibly still be alive!
The Emperor suspected it was a fake.
Back then, Abernathy was dead beyond doubt.
"Why should I let you die understanding?" Abernathyughed. "I just want you to die with no understanding! Emperor, let’s settle both new and old scores together."
Snap!
The seventh sword!
Abernathy inserted the seventh sword into the keyhole!
Seven swords formed a unique shape.
It seemed like as long as they turned, the door could be opened.
Gulp.
Someone swallowed in fear.
They wanted to hide deeper inside, but it was no use.
Over a thousand years, these people’s bodies had already be rigid, unable to move.
Only the Emperor stared fixedly at the door.
Seemingly ready to ept this reality calmly.
Suffering for a thousand years, enduring so much pain, was it just to wait for death?
The feeling of unwillingness surged up instantly.
"Can you let me die with some dignity?" the Emperor spoke calmly. "At least take my body outside."
An illustrious hero, once one of the Seventh Emperors, once unlimitedly glorious, dying here would truly be a joke.
"Do you find this ce dirty?" Abernathyughed aloud, the anger he had suppressed for a thousand years finally bursting out!
"Emperor, you’re filthier than this excrement! Your heart, your mind, filthy beyondpare!"
Abernathyughed wildly and then powerfully turned the seven swords!
tter!
A series of sounds of chains being pulled came, plunging the Undead Tribe in the prison into despair.
But halfway through the turn.
Crunch!
The sound stopped.
The door just wouldn’t open.
"Haha!" The Emperor was initially stunned, thenughed, "Abernathy, I’m afraid your revenge won’t happen."
"No! How could this be!" Bradwell Abernathy struggled to twist, but it was all in vain!
"Perhaps, you need this." Suddenly, a voice rang out.