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Chapter 717 - 373: The Moment of Rebellion, Has Come!_2
Chapter 717: Chapter 373: The Moment of Rebellion, Has Come!_2The Creator Divine Craftsman’s face darkened slightly.
At this moment, the Mechanical Soul Divine Craftsman descended as well. Ryan’s expression shifted slightly, while Prince Costat inside the Empire Flying Device was shocked and enraged, "What is he trying to do!?"
Li Ming furrowed his brows. The mechanical carrier of the Mechanical Soul Divine Craftsman was holding someone in his hand—it was Abel.
Jaint in the distance froze as if struck by lightning, his face blank. Turning around, he finally realized that the Abel standing behind him had somehow already turned into a Phantom.
"How... how could this be?"
Li Ming was astonished. When he transformed earlier, Abel had fled the moment he sensed danger. At that time, Ryan had been watching him closely, and he couldn’t just grab Abel.
Unexpectedly, Abel was caught and brought back by the Mechanical Soul Divine Craftsman.
Just as the Dominion Holy Image had said, this Divine Craftsman was usually calm but had a highly extreme way of doing things.
He had been re
"Fine, shut it down," Crow added without much concern.
It would take some time between issuing the order and the actual shutdown.
Polk’s expression flickered, and he suddenly spoke up: "Let me give it a try; maybe I can stop this farce."
Polk’s sudden intervention drew the attention of the three individuals.
Prince Costat instinctively furrowed his brows. Was he joking? Polk was the Empire’s "sworn enemy"; there was no way he had such good intentions.
"However, I want the Empire to release someone—Siril." Polk stated bluntly.
"Impossible." Prince Costat categorically denied him, his response decisive. "That man slaughtered nine nobles. Three Dukes died by his hand, as well as four Level Two Senators."
Polk fell silent, letting out a helpless sigh. Costat, however, noticed his lack of rebuttal and mulled over his thoughts before adding:
"Resolve the current situation, and in exchange for at least a hundred high-ranking Lurkers, we can consider your request."
"Fifty." Polk immediately countered.
"Deal." Costat thought deeply and nodded, followed by another question: "How do you plan to resolve this situation?"
"Why did Prince Ryan make his move?" Polk asked in return.
Prince Costat answered in a grave tone: "Because Azure Dragon killed Nicholas..."
Before finishing his sentence, Costat paused abruptly, his expression suddenly shifting with shock and disbelief. "Nicholas is in your hands?"
Polk suddenly grinned, his aged face creasing with wrinkles. "Why are you all so certain that it was Azure Dragon who did it?"
Costat froze in astonishment. Was it really not Azure Dragon who acted?
"Haha..." Polk laughed heartily. "How amusing. Who would’ve thought the day would come when we, the Holy Revolution Army, stepped forward to admit something, yet people still have doubts."
Even Costat felt an overwhelming sense of confusion. Diwusi and Crow wore similarly perplexed expressions; the Empire had been duped.
Had they misdirected their confrontation with Azure Dragon?
"Your turn now." Costat growled angrily, humiliated. Polk composed himself and said, "Let’s go."
He stepped into the fray, Costat closely following behind while using Blood Energy to obscure their forms.
"Lord Costat," Polk suddenly spoke. Unnoticed, a crystal in his mind shattered silently.
Within the blood-drenched energy, Costat turned his gaze toward him, only to find a radiant white light emanating from Polk’s pupils.
At that moment, Costat’s face twisted in horror upon detecting an immensely terrifying Power of the Mind surging through the vine-like channel he had extended into Polk’s body.
Not good! He was tricked!
Enraged and panicked, he hadn’t expected Polk to have a hidden move.
Whatever method Polk employed, the fearsome power of the mind was overwhelming.
It even left Costat with a sense of irresistible despair, his expression distorted, struggling in torment.
The surrounding blood-red barriers dissipated, revealing the two figures.
"Polk?" Ryan looked on coldly, unsure of Polk’s intentions.
The arrival of a new figure instantly drew the attention of countless onlookers, all focused on Polk.
Li Ming also fixed his gaze on the elderly figure.
"This is the second-generation leader of the Holy Revolution Army, the guide—Polk," Costat announced faintly, his expression bewildered. "Before his execution, he has a few words to say."
Everyone froze in disbelief. The second-generation leader of the Holy Revolution Army—a monumental figure.
Li Ming’s eyes flickered, sensing that the Pioneer’s contingency plan had arrived.
Polk pondered as his gaze swept over the dense crowd below. "The Empire is hopelessly corrupt. The Interstellar treasure, the Eternal Silence Star, has long been lost."
"Meanwhile, the Terrax Civilization’s lost artifact, the Holy Castle, lies within the Empire’s borders—treasures sufficient to create a new Empire are all there."
"Civilizations, groups, and organizations oppressed by the Empire—the moment to resist has arrived. Do you crave boundless wealth and power? Do you want to overthrow the Star Abyss Empire? Then go find it!"
Total silence enveloped the area. Everyone stood as still as statues.
Prince Costat’s face turned stiff, then contorted as anger shattered Polk’s mental control. His eyes burned with thunderous fury, "You’re seeking death!"
At such proximity, his blood-red fist, imbued with endless violent energy, crashed down like a falling star toward Polk’s frail frame.
A deafening "Bang" echoed as the blood-red fist landed squarely on him.
Boom!
It was as if a Star Ring had exploded. Blinding blood-red energy surged wildly like an unbridled blood ocean roaring ferociously, sweeping out destructively in all directions.
Where it passed, the void warped beyond recognition. Light was swallowed, plunging the surrounding space into the terrifying blood-red storm.
The mighty energy fluctuations shook the entire area violently, teetering on collapse, slashing recklessly at everything around like countless sharp blades.