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However, at this moment the Old Demon Emperor’s steps didn’t halt in the slightest. He kept walking forward, each step squeezing into the ground that had been melted by magma and dragon breath into a semi-liquid mess.

"Wait, Royal Father, Father! I’m your most beloved son!" the Witch Demon King said, that monster whose body had been corroded by dragon breath until it looked like a skeleton, speaking from eye sockets where You Lan ghostfire flickered.

He wanted to live, to keep on living...

No matter how pathetic that life was, no matter what... he still wanted to become the Emperor of the Empire. Obviously he was the one who should be Emperor; how could those two lung-fog eldest and second brothers compare to him?

He was the one everyone called a genius, the one whose learning far surpassed that of his father!

From childhood to now, everyone had called him a genius, said that his talent far exceeded that of his own father.

Obviously he was the best candidate for Emperor!

Then why? Why did Father have the eldest and second brother marry the Tree Spirit Race and the half Beast Race, these two races ranked right after the Demon Race, while what he gave him was the blood clan that couldn’t provide him any support at all?

Why? Why did that alone get him excluded from the throne?

He was not reconciled! He wanted to become Emperor, become an Emperor far superior to his father.

The Old Demon Emperor suddenly stopped. His face went so dark it was as if his features could no longer be seen.

As if noticing the Old Demon Emperor stop, the Witch Demon King kept spouting words against his own heart: "Honored Father, Father..."

As long as he could live, as long as he stayed alive—since he could kill this old man once, he could kill him a second time!

"You’re even calling me ’father’ just to save your own neck now?" the Old Demon Emperor said through his teeth.

The Witch Demon King froze for a moment, then suddenly screamed hoarsely, "Father! Father, it’s me, I’m your most beloved little Carl, your genius youngest son Carl!"

"Oh? But as I recall, when I marched out to exterminate the blood clan, my third son had already drowned to Death, hadn’t he?" the Old Demon Emperor said quietly, word by word, without the slightest ripple of emotion. "A damn Undead actually dares to pretend to be my youngest son. You’ve chosen your own way to die."

The Witch Demon King was stunned on the spot.

And at this moment, the breath in the Blood Dragon’s maw, like something welling up from the Abyss, began to gather; the fetid breath was about to blast out.

But in the next instant, Xue Dili put a hand on the Old Demon Emperor’s shoulder and said, "Don’t be in such a hurry. This thing isn’t easy to kill."

The Blood Dragon’s breath shot straight into the sky instead, exploding over this Undead city like a terrifying rain of blood.

The joy of surviving a catastrophe surged up in an instant. He had just opened his mouth, and in the next second his whole head was torn off. Then Xue Dili casually stuffed some rotten meat into his mouth and completely dislocated his jaw.

"This thing is a kind of man-made weapon. It looks like your youngest son, but in reality it’s nothing more than a tool that doesn’t feel pain, doesn’t know fear, doesn’t know Death..."

"And the emotions and memories it displays might very well just be cobbled together," Xue Dili explained.

"Mmm mmm mmm!" With only a head left, it didn’t know what it wanted to say—probably something like "you’re full of shit."

But Xue Dili had no intention of letting it speak, and went on, "You can’t kill it this way. Even if you scatter its Soul Fire, it can still resurrect somewhere else."

"Because the essence of a Witch Demon is just a mass-produced Undead Weapon. Even if you wipe it out, the fragments of this memory and soul will still resurrect again," Xue Dili said as succinctly as he could.

"Mmm mmm mmm mmm!" The Witch Demon King wailed even more violently.

"And this thing is really noisy. Did his corpse still have a lower half just now? Old Deng, if you feel killing him like this is too lenient, then cut off his manhood and shove it in his mouth, and let everyone see it. That’s what I call the ultimate humiliation." Xue Dili hefted the head in his hand.

The Old Demon Emperor fell silent, his face wearing a clear "you’re a bit too extreme" expression, and the Giant Dragon of blood slowly returned to his body.

Xue Dili checked his phone. It had only been four hours since he arrived in this world—an absolute speedrun.

"Leave this thing to me. I have countless ways to completely kill it, and once it dies, the Undead Scourge in your world will vanish as well," Xue Dili said. "So stop bothering with these Undead. This world still needs you, the Emperor of the Empire, to unify it."

"Confident you can fight your way to a brand-new Empire again?" He yanked the Witch Demon King’s long braids and swung the head like a yo-yo.

"Yes. I’ve already learned a lot, come to understand a lot..." the Old Demon Emperor said, then sighed. "Perhaps I truly am not suited to raising children. My sons either turn out useless, or they’re just pure beasts..."

"You make it sound like you ever raised them," Xue Dili snarked.

Old Deng had spent his whole life at war. Even after the Empire was founded, he was either fighting, or on his way to a war. After all, there were still plenty of bandit kings, Pirate Kings, and remnants of other races left to wipe out. He had basically just tossed his sons to others to raise.

So it was perfectly normal they turned out trash...

He looked off into the distance. According to what he’d heard before, the races of this world were currently in an environment similar to the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms era. Xue Dili could only shake his head.

Every time an Apostle turned its attention to a world, countless such scenes would appear. Maybe at first he would rage, get fired up—but by now he’d already grown numb.