The Demon Emperor was Saint Emperor

Chapter 78: Regicide in the Golden Hall

"Hell! Facing death, still cursing me?"

Beating the enemy until they call you father should be satisfying, but being called dad by a lowlife like the Celestial Mandate Emperor is even more venomous than cursing him for having a son without a... whatever.

Lynn couldn’t feel any satisfaction, so he decided to let the man cursing him die quickly.

The assault in his hand didn’t stop; the coarse iron sword infused with demigod-level fighting spirit was even more terrifying than the legendary divine weapons. Every strike could shatter a heap of protection tools and take one of Celestial Mandate Emperor’s lives.

He only had eight lives in total, and Lynn took the first seven in just one minute. The last one was not for killing instantly but not giving him a quick death.

"It’s your turn."

Completely ignoring the howling of the Celestial Mandate Emperor, Lynn slashed his hand and foot tendons with a few strikes, then stepped back, leaving the stage temporarily to Helena.

As Lynn retreated, the Celestial Mandate Emperor on the ground was already unrecognizable, smeared with blood and tears. He initially used special tools to change his figure to disguise himself as a woman, but now severely injured, the tools failed, causing extreme distortion to his body.

And as Helena approached the heap of human step by step, her hand holding the short knife was trembling.

Not because she lacked strength or was too soft-hearted, but finally arriving at this day, she couldn’t quite control herself.

"Helena, what are you doing? I’m your father emperor! I’m your father!"

Easily broken through all life-saving methods by Lynn, the Celestial Mandate Emperor was now in extreme panic, and seeing Helena coming with a knife was further terrified, almost scared to death.

"As if you’re worthy!"

What father emperor, what father! He was clearly a demon in human skin, even the most infamous executioner of the Demon Race didn’t have as many unjust souls on him.

Whether as a daughter of a mother or as a normal member of the Human Race, stabbing this dog emperor couldn’t be done with any leniency.

Thinking of this, Helena no longer cared about the cries of the Celestial Mandate Emperor, walking straight to him, and in front of her imperial brothers, stabbed the white knife into her father’s shoulder socket.

Given only the opportunity to stab once, Helena, not wanting to waste it, gripped the short knife tightly and twisted fiercely. With her great strength, the short knife spun in the Emperor’s flesh, causing him to faint from the immense pain.

"Enough, it’s my turn now."

Seeing Helena’s fierce look not subsiding, with the intent to personally handle the burial ceremony for the Celestial Mandate Emperor, Lynn quickly pulled her behind, asking Natasha to take her further away.

No matter how, even if the Celestial Mandate Emperor was less than human, even if he was a pure-blood Demon Race, it seemed inappropriate to have Helena as his blood relative send him off.

"Can I stab him two more times? I could spend the night with you..."

Even pulled by Natasha, Helena still inching forward with the red knife in her hand, her strength was so great that Natasha, not having transformed to full form, was struggling to restrain her.

"Stop negotiating terms with me; you haven’t entered the family yet."

Lynn turned back to glare at Helena, the Near God-level intimidation enveloped her completely, suppressing her overflowing bloodlust, like a bucket of cold water, dousing her head, bringing her back to rationality.

Seeing the thawing fierceness in Helena’s eyes, Lynn finally turned to see the unconscious Celestial Mandate Emperor.

The moment the Emperor’s prestige was gone; maintaining a semblance of human form was quite remarkable.

For the crimes he once committed, letting him die in a coma would be too lenient. Lynn, thinking it over, took out a bottle of big red medicine and poured it into his mouth.

The red medicine, known for quickly restoring the player’s life value, worked wonders, with the Emperor’s wounds visibly healing, likely waking him up too.

But perhaps terrified of facing death, he still feigned unconsciousness, though his mildly trembling body due to fright betrayed him.

"Dog Emperor, die."

Lynn said as he dropped the sword, slashing a piece of flesh off the Emperor’s face, causing the feigned unconsciousness to instantly screech and squirm.

Yet Lynn ignored his struggles and screams, maintaining a steady pace in stripping the flesh off his body.

During this process, the Celestial Mandate Emperor fainted countless times but was revived by the efficacy of the red medicine, continuing to endure the pain of flesh peeling and bone scraping.

Among the observer group, those princes turned pale at the scene before them, while at least half of the imperial consorts showed no sign of fear but rather undeniable delight.

Apart from the princes and consorts, those hearted by the Celestial Mandate Emperor were shockingly few, merely three, each displaying some anger amidst fear.

Among the emperors of the Eight Great Empires, the Celestial Mandate Emperor was indeed a first in history, though regrettably a reverse first.

"Ah... spare... spare me!"

"Please don’t kill me!"

...

"Ha..."

"Ha..."

From desperate pleading to remaining life force, the Celestial Mandate Emperor’s eyes had lost their light; from a life of privilege, he now seemed numb to physical pain.

Excluding Helena’s stab, Lynn had already carved one hundred and seven pieces of flesh from him, with many areas of his body revealing bones.

"Usually when I kill people, I’d advise them to be cautious in their next life, but you don’t get that, you won’t have a next life."

With only the final strike left, of course Lynn would take the Emperor’s dog life away, and in this soul-rich world, wouldn’t allow him to report to the Netherworld, instead opted for obliteration.

As the words fell, light surged on Lynn’s iron sword, unleashing a force destructive to all existence and illusion, instantly submerging the barely breathing Celestial Mandate Emperor entirely.

The next moment, a golden beam of light shot up from where the Emperor lay as if trying to break through the Golden Hall’s dome.

"Helena, quickly go up!"

Under the covetous gaze of all the princes, Helena instantly leaped up, catching up with the fleeing golden light, pinning it fiercely on her head.

Then, as if undergoing some validation process, the previously uncontrollable golden light in Helena’s grasp gradually behaved, eventually transforming into a radiant crown atop her head.

The imperial line of Celestial Destiny Empire shifted, the late Emperor has fallen, the new Emperor has ascended!