<strong>Capítulo 2032: Chapter 2032: Clever Tricks</strong>
“From the moment I arrived, I was ready to go to war with all of you.” Darin bowed his head, his ck hair covering his face. Only his unusually hoarse voice could be heard.
“Today, I only want to kill the Emperor Master. If you can help me with this, and hand over that woman, I, Darin, promise you all can live and serve the gods alive.”
He continued pointing his finger at the crowd in front of him, appearing very weak.
Beside him, the Guilt Emperor remained silent, his eyes fixed on Skilid City pressing down from above.
“Sorry.” Pranay Martinez chuckled, showing his white teeth. “I, Pranay Martinez, have already died once. The gods took my body; we owe each other nothing.”
After speaking, he pressed his hands down again!
The illusion of Skilid City became increasingly clear!
And it got ever closer to the people below!
Faced with the crisis, a monk behind Darin bent down.
A monk came up behind the crouched monk.
One after another, they climbed higher.
More than a dozen monks stood straight in a line, about twenty meters tall!
The top-most monk was less than ten meters away from the bottom of Skilid City.
“It seems, Bradwell Abernathy came prepared.” The Emperor Master said solemnly.
He ced both hands on the sword hilt and thrust the longsword into the crack beneath his feet.
“Back when we fought at Demarco Mount, he was already in by me. Yet now, here he stands alive.”
He recalled that drum then, shuddering at the memory.
If he were any weaker, the oue might have changed.
The one who died would not be Bradwell Abernathy, but him, the Emperor Master.
And Pranay Martinez, upon witnessing the scene at the Dusty tform with his own eyes, had already regarded Bradwell Abernathy with enough caution in his heart.
The emperors remained silent, their eyes fixed on the sky.
Finally.
Below Skilid City, it had already touched the monk.
The Emperor Master suddenly drew his longsword, sweeping it out!
Sword Qi filled the air!
Directly shredding off the clothes of the central monk.
The clothes shattered, revealing emptiness.
Nothing at all!
And the figures of those monks remainedpletely unchanged.
Still as stable as a mountain.
“Give up, it’s useless.” Darin lifted his head, speaking coldly: “Today, you’re destined to die.”
Every time his substitute dies, his body deteriorates.
Thest time he was in by the Emperor Master, he had no substitute left.
He only had the current body.
Originally capable of surviving three certain deaths, but many years ago, when he went to spy at Demarco Mount, he was killed by Julius Reed.
Thest time, also at Demarco Mount, he was in by the Emperor Master.
If he dies again, Darin will truly die.
Even the Prophet couldn’t save him!
Boom!
In the sky.
The monk reached out a withered finger, touching the bottom of the Skilid City illusion.
With a thundering explosion!
A sudden wind arose on Thousand-clouds Mountain!
Including Darin, everyone lifted their heads, watching closely.
ck City began to disintegrate.
Gradually vanishing into the air.
Darin frowned slightly.
It was a bit too smooth.
Indeed, he thought he could defeat Pranay Martinez, but it’s definitely not supposed to be this easy.
After all, that guy is a monster!
But the current scene, it doesn’t seem fake.
Falling apart too effortlessly.
“Orson Martinez, what are you doing?” The Emperor Master gripped his sword with both hands, pausing: “Are you here just to tease us?”
Such a massive formation, broken so easily?
Or was Pranay Martinez just trying to scare people?
Or perhaps, is he also a traitor?
The Emperor Master stepped back two steps, his eyes wary.
Pruitt Wilde also frowned, saying: “Mr. Turtle, the current situation is very dire!”
They must seize the chance now to eliminate Darin and the Guilt Emperor, then leave with Que Radcliffe, while investigating the matter of the Prophet along the way.
The Prophet’s life or death is extremely important!
If the Prophet is not dead, the challenges they face will be very severe.
Yet, Pranay Martinez came up to show off and was directly broken through.
“Orson Martinez!” The Guilt Emperor sneered smugly at the side: “Did you hear that the Prophet is not dead, and got scared till your hands went limp? No worries, as long as you kneel and beg for mercy, I and Darin will put in a good word for you.”
He stood opposite everyone.
And believed his choice was the most correct one.
In his eyes, everyone else was a fool.
He was eager to unt his decision, along with his sense of superiority.
“Don’t rush.” Pranay Martinez pointed at the Guilt Emperor, chuckling: “Why are you so anxious, clown.”
After saying this, he stepped back a few steps.
The dissipating ck mist in the air gradually faded away.
Suddenly!
Dozens of figures appeared!
“Thirty-Six Heavenly Gangs!” The Guilt Emperor eximed in surprise, hastily arranging a formation in front of himself!
“Crafty! Orson Martinez, you sly and cunning fellow!” While setting up the formation, he retreated behind Darin.
Intending to unexpectedlyy down a formation topletely iste the outside world.
Even if Pranay Martinez had soldiers, they still wouldn’t be able to get in!
They only needed to capture or kill these people within the formation toplete the task.
But never did he expect that Pranay Martinez would manage to bring all his men in from above in the air!
The situation turned ugly instantaneously.
“Stop them!” Darin was first stunned, then immediately realized he was being deceived!
They had focused all their attention on the city.
The monk pointed, actively breaking through the Guilt Emperor’s formation, tearing apart the defenses.
This allowed those people the opportunity toe in.
The moment the monks heard the order, they scattered instantly!
Like beans, they formed a circle around Darin.
“Darin, you were just a dog under the Emperor Master then. Do you really think by clinging onto the Prophet’s leg, you can stand on equal footing with me?” Pranay Martinez’s voice turned cold. “Then I’ll destroy you.”
He raised his hand and gently brought it down.
The Thirty-Six Heavenly Gangs turned around, facing Darin, filled with murderous intent!
“Guilt Emperor.” Pranay Martinez sped his hands behind him, the corner of his mouth slightly lifted. “My Gangs, too, are undying, simr to those monks behind you. Now, who do you think has a better chance of surviving?”
As a fellow strategist, Pranay Martinez looked down upon the Guilt Emperor from the bottom of his heart.
Strategy and petty tricks are fundamentally different things.
After he finished speaking, the Guilt Emperor’s face changed.
It was indeed so!
If both sides fought, it would basically be a deadlock!
The Thirty-Six Heavenly Gangs negating these monks wasn’t hard.
And it was unclear just how capable Darin truly was.
Danger approached!
“Darin, do we still have…”
“Better fend for yourself!” Darin pulled out two steel forks from behind, his voice already changing slightly.
“Fight our way out!” He retreated two steps.
But behind him, someone quickly surrounded.
It was the Gangs!
The zombified Gangs of Skilid City!
Now, Pranay Martinez controlled them!
Taking back his Skilid City!
“Avenge, my children!” Pranay Martinez roared!
Were it not for the temple, how could these living beings have be monsters!
“Roar!”
The Gangs roared, charging straight at those monks!
“Let me join the fun too!” The Emperor Master raised his sword single-handedly, rushing straight towards the Guilt Emperor!
“Today, I will finish off the two of them! No one else is allowed to intervene!”