Chapter 542 The Blood Emperor

When a group of civil and military ministers heard the word "Blood Emperor", their expressions changed drastically.

It was even more frightened than hearing hundreds of counties being massacred just now.

"Your Majesty, you must not let the Blood Emperor come out again. According to the prophecy, the Blood Emperor will appear again and put the corpse world into a place of terror!"

The ministers persuaded them one after another.

There was a general who shook his head:

"That's what we said in the past, because we didn't think of a solution to the Blood Emperor in the past. But now our corpse world has developed for more than 10,000 years, and we have hundreds of ways to kill the Blood Emperor. After he destroys those thieves, we can kill the Blood Emperor again. What's the point of being doomed?"

The ministers around him still shook their heads:

"Your Majesty, this matter must not be done."

"Ten thousand years ago, the Blood Emperor appeared in the world and suffered from the creatures. The king at that time spent a lot of money and finally sealed the Blood Emperor. If he was asked to come out again, it would inevitably lead to the creatures being miserable again."

"Your Majesty, although we have many ways to kill the Blood Emperor, this is only theoretical and has never been verified. What if we can't kill the Blood Emperor? Although that group of thieves are hateful, the damage they caused is far less than that of the Blood Emperor. Using the Blood Emperor to stop them is actually a big injury for small injuries, which is not cost-effective."

Above the main position, Spartacus, the king of the corpse, scratched the wrinkled but shiny forehead.

He said, "So what can you do to stop that group of thieves?"

"this……"

“…”

All the ministers shook their heads.

They really couldn't think of any other way to stop the thief.

Those guys came and went without a trace, and they could not touch their shadows at all.

And take a step back, even if they can really catch up with the thief, how can they catch them?

The strength of that group of thieves is quite powerful, and even millions of cities can be slaughtered, so even if millions of troops are sent to fight against them, it may not work.

What's more, there are not so many troops nowadays.

The King of Corpse had sent tens of millions of troops to the Yanshi Continent before.

It is impossible to recall them in a short time.

Seeing that all the ministers were silent, Spartacus pondered for a long time and his eyes became firm.

Said:

"Let the Blood Emperor go to fight. But before going to fight, we can give him corpse-transformation powder and take many precautions. If he dares to do whatever he wants, then there are always one way to kill him in hundreds of ways."

When the corpses heard this, they could only respond:

"The king is wise."

They knew that if the king had made up his mind, it would be useless for them to persuade him again.

And it is very likely that there will be a saying: drag it out and chop it!

...

In the afternoon of that day, Spartacus came to the underground prison five kilometers deep in the back mountain of the palace alone.

This prison is extremely large and has extremely strict defense measures.

Not only does it have a space seal to prevent teleportation, but it also does not have even a trace of breathable holes.

The underground area around the prison is covered with thick layers of rocks.

There is only one corpse in the entire prison: Blood Emperor.

Spartacus came to the prison door and ordered the soldiers guarding the door to open the observation port on the door.

He glanced inside.

Then he said to the soldier: "Open the prison door."

The soldier hesitated slightly and said:

"Your Majesty, this is too dangerous for you, or..."

"Why so much nonsense, open it!"

The soldier nodded quickly and said:

"yes!"

Then the thick prison door was opened.

There are three prison doors in total.

The first two channels are cast from three meters thick concrete and steel.

The third one is made of Ukr metal, the hardest metal in the corpse kingdom.

Three gates slowly opened, and King Spartacus entered the prison.

I saw this a spherical dungeon with a diameter of more than ten meters.

There are five thick chains in this spherical dungeon.

These five chains tie the legs, hands and neck of a humanoid creature.

Put his head down and his feet up, and tighten it in the air.

The chains as thick as human thighs were already covered with thick dust.

Look at this humanoid creature again - he should have seemed to have been a corpse ancestor.

That wrinkled skin can illustrate this.

However, at this time, the corpse ancestor's body had only rags of rags left.

His exposed body looked as dry as if it had been vacuum-packed chicken.

The blood in his body seemed to have been drained, leaving only a layer of wrinkled skin wrapped around the bones.

The eyelids are already deeply trapped in the eye sockets.

His body was also covered with thick layer of dust.

Both nostrils had long been blocked by dust.

Spartacus' body slowly levitated and came to the wrinkled mummy.

He leaned closer to the mummy's ear with a mysterious smile:

"It's been ten thousand years, and the former Blood Emperor should be reappeared in the world."

The mummy didn't respond.

Spartacus used his sharp fingertips to cut his palm.

A drop of black blood dripped on the mummy.

After a while, the drop of blood quickly merged into the mummy's body.

Soon, the mummy's body began to squirm everywhere.

Slowly, it changes from shrivel to fullness.

After about two minutes, his body was fully filled.

He has returned to the normal appearance of a corpse ancestor.

It's just that there's a hole in his throat.

The hole seemed to be burned out by burned red steel bars.

Moreover, with the blood emperor's self-healing ability, he was unable to recover that hole.

His face is not like an ordinary corpse ancestor.

And it seemed like it was full of abscesses, and a trace of yellow mucus oozed out.

It looks extremely disgusting.

His eyes slowly opened, revealing blood-red pupils.

When he saw Spartacus, he showed an extremely angry expression.

A hoarse roar broke into the throat of a big hole:

"Hiss—hiss—hiss—"

He kept struggling, shaking the chains roaring.

Spartacus smiled and said:

"I just like seeing you who want to kill me but can't do anything to me."

"But...you have to be obedient this time."

After he said that, the angry gaze in the Blood Emperor's eyes disappeared instantly.
To be continued...