Let's start over, Your Majesty.

Chapter 165 Your Majesty, you're not dead?
Unexpectedly, he was the one who had the last laugh in this battle.

"Damn it, I'm alive again! Hahahaha!! Six hundred years have passed, and I'm still the one who has the last laugh. Can that piece of stinking dog shit Rean do that?!"

He laughed excitedly and arrogantly, his fiery head bobbing up and down with laughter.

Power was flowing in his blood, igniting his bloodlust.

"Yes, kill people! I'm going to kill people right now! I'll wipe out all those bastards who tormented and sealed me away! I'll grind them into mincemeat and feed them to the dogs!!"

"No one can stop me now! I am the king of this world! The only one in this world, and the whole world must become my slaves! Hahaha!!"

"Damn it, I just want to kill someone to liven things up. Who should I kill?"

He thought of that elf, the one who had been trapping him all along, and how her mastery of the natural world made him want to vomit.

So I killed her.

Diniso's eyes searched through the surrounding mist, trying to find Muirna's figure, but Muirna, who had just fainted here, could no longer be found.

"You little sprite, you little brat, where the hell have you been? Weren't you so arrogant just now? Why are you hiding now?"

He chuckled and mocked, wandering around teasingly.

At that moment, a figure emerged from the mist not far away.

Haha, you're here. Hmm?

Dineso was stunned when he saw the figure. It was not Muirner who emerged from the mist, but a boy who was only a little over ten years old.

He had black hair, a gentle and handsome face, and a mild temperament like a boy next door. However, his face was now covered in bloodstains and he looked exhausted, giving him a unique sense of brokenness that made people feel sorry for him at first glance.

But in Diniso's eyes at this moment, this gentle boy was more terrifying than any demon in the world.

His head exploded with a bang; he couldn't believe his eyes. The aura emanating from the boy was clearly...
"Long time no see, Diniso." Caesar smiled slightly, greeting him as if he were meeting an old friend.

The boy in front of her overlapped with the figure in her memory.

Diniso knelt down with a thud, countless dark memories of his past flashing before his eyes. His whole body trembled as he stared incredulously at the young man before him. His once extremely arrogant voice was now trembling unrecognizable.

"Your Majesty...you...you're not dead!"

"You are still alive."

He lay prone on the ground, not daring to move an inch.

“Yes, I never expected that you would still be alive, and in this state,” Caesar said.

"Me me me"

Diniso's fiery head hung in front of him. He never imagined that Rean Tantine, the Holy Yuan Emperor who had enslaved him for decades, was still alive after six hundred years!
He even transformed into this young boy's appearance. Could it be that he has been reborn?

But amidst this extreme chaos and fear, a bold idea came to him.

He could sense that Rean's aura was not as strong as it used to be; he was now very weak, not even at the level of a hero.

But I am much stronger than I was before.
If I fight back, I might be able to win!

He raised his head, his eyes trembling violently.

Will we be enslaved again, or will we fight to the death, win, and become the king of this world?

Diniso quickly found the answer.

With a loud bang, his entire body erupted with magical power. His head blazed with flames, and his body underwent a transformation, with hard scales growing on his muscles. The surrounding air was distorted by his immense power.

But an extremely majestic imperial aura emanated from Caesar, enveloping the entire area, and that familiar sense of fear pierced Diniso's chest like a sword.

The newly ignited will to resist crumbled in an instant; both the mutation and the power receded completely, as if nothing had happened. Diniso, who had just stood up, fell to his knees again with a thud, trembling as he said:

"Your Majesty, I was wrong, I was wrong. I was just joking with you, just kidding, just kidding."

Caesar chuckled and walked over, saying, "You're still as interesting as ever, Diniso."

He stood in front of Diniso and patted him on the shoulder. "It's been so long, you must have missed me a lot, right?"

"Of course, of course. I have always hoped to serve Your Majesty again! I am willing to be your hound! I would give my life! I would fight to the death! My loyalty is as clear as the sun and moon! It will last as long as the heavens!"

Diniso racked his brains and shouted out everything he knew.

“I know you are the most loyal to me,” Caesar chuckled.
"So now I have a particularly important mission to entrust to you."

The imperial seal glowed faintly, leaving a golden mark on Diniso's shoulder.

He possessed a spell of control, and a control at the level of royalty. Once this spell was implanted in him, his life was completely in the hands of the other party.

There is no room for betrayal, only loyalty.

Dinesau slightly raised his head and saw Caesar's gentle smile.

He knew he had no choice.

"Yes, it is me. I will not fail in my mission!"

The first light of dawn had already appeared in the sky, the fog had dissipated, illuminating the blood-red canal and the devastating ruins on both sides of the riverbank.

Under Caesar's gentle persuasion, Dineso voluntarily returned to the seal to complete the task Caesar had given him.

Soon, Surna's troops will arrive and take the materials away using the spare transport ships. After that, Finn's army will arrive, but they can only do some cleanup work.

Caesar had to leave before that.

"Master, I'm so tired," Mu Yue said weakly.

"Don't worry, we'll be home soon."

He felt utterly exhausted. Mu Yue used her last bit of strength to merge with the Oath Armor once more, allowing him to quickly leave the scene.

But just as he was about to leave, a tremor came from behind him, and a magic missile shot straight at him. He quickly dodged it, almost brushing past it.

His body was already extremely weak, and this caused him to fall to the ground as soon as he was airborne.

As he got up and looked back, he saw Ita's enormous dragon form struggling to support its body, while another missile was trying to form around it.

"You despicable thief, leave the sacred relic behind!" she said through gritted teeth.
But the severe injuries and complete depletion of her magic meant that after uttering just this one sentence, the massive dragon body crashed to the ground, and she fell unconscious.

"Alas," Caesar said, getting up.
In the end, he was even blown up by his own people. He was really unlucky.
He originally planned to return the End Dragon Scale to her after he returned to the Formless Heaven Domain, but the little girl didn't recognize him.

Caesar walked up to the collapsed dragon and patted its head.

"I really don't know what to say to you."

A subtle golden light slowly emanated from his body, and the golden dragon scale with its neural structure appeared in his hand. He held it up and pressed it into Ita's forehead, where it transformed into a point of light and merged into it.

The dragon's sacred artifact is definitely a better fit for Ita than for him.

After doing all this, he let out a long sigh.

"It's time to go home."

(End of this chapter)