Mystery: Time Travelers of the Fourth Era

Chapter 518 The reason for starting the war was very casual.

Tudor is a real man.

If it weren't for the Blood Emperor, then Xia'er would have no choice but to try and get Chik involved in causing trouble.

And...the witch might not necessarily refuse?

The two families are truly natural teammates.

"But this isn't really good for you, is it?"

You don't have a hindsight perspective, nor do you have that detached perspective from outside the circle, so why are you going to such lengths?

Xia Er still asked, though he could guess, but his guess might not be accurate.

"I don't know what to do next, so let's just leave it at that."

However, the Blood Emperor's answer was very simple; he seemed cheerful, without any heaviness or gloom.

Because Tudor truly didn't know how he could continue as the Blood Emperor.

He has been the Blood Emperor for hundreds of years, and then... can he kill the Primal Witch? No, he can't.

Tudor and Qike had already made contact and tested each other, and deeply understood each other's temperaments and personalities. When the other was really about to die, they would definitely not mind squeezing the Chaos Sea and making it bigger. The power of the two families was already risky, and if they were to be messed with like this, the result would definitely be very wonderful.

Tudor was not blinded or misled, but realized that continuing to endure the hardships on the northern and southern continents was a dead end.

Even if the witch stood still and let Xiu eat, could she eat it? Junk food with gutter oil, how could anyone eat that?

"Let's get started."

"I don't think we need to notify the others either."

"You need a reason to start a war, right?"

Xia Er nodded knowingly. He understood Tudor's predicament; it was a restless energy and wildness constrained by the triple limitations of pathways, era, and region.

In chronological order, the Black Emperor would definitely have to be killed first, since elders come first and the dead are respected.

Do you have a grudge against them?

No... but in this new era, there is no ship to carry the old things.

Even old people like the hermit himself are the same.

Meanwhile, Jacob found Antigonus, chatted briefly, and the two crossed the border under the moonlight.

War always needs a spark.

Such a big matter should at least give all parties a plausible reason.

And so... the ancestors of the Zarathustra family, the Sequence 1 Mysterious Servant, became victims before the war.

A dignified Sequence 1 Mysterious Servant, capable of resurrecting at least four times, was unable to even send a distress signal to the Black Emperor due to the combined efforts of Shael and Antigonus.

The division of spoils was also very clear.

The Sequence 1 traits were taken by Antigonus, and the Sequence 2 traits, including Zarathustra's fate and identity, were stolen by Shael, who then infiltrated the Second Solomon Empire to assassinate the new generation of Zoroaster.

It was supposed to be an assassination attempt, but it was also an opportunity to grab a snack.

Although they failed, they incurred the wrath of the Black Emperor and the Fallen God.

But it doesn't matter. All Xia'er lost was the set of traits that Zaratu possessed.

He had initially intended to go easy on him, but he hadn't expected that Pallas Zoroaster, even before the war between the Four Emperors, had been so cunning. His true form was actually located near the Black Emperor's palace, almost just a street away, making him a difficult target...

"Jacob!"

The Black Emperor's furious voice, transmitted through his authority, shook the entire empire.

Having already crossed the border and escaped the Second Solomon Empire, Shael waved to his angry old colleague and said, "Your Majesty Solomon, I don't think I need to apologize to you. After all, I targeted Zoroaster, which wasn't indiscriminate killing."

Rather, it's His characteristics that are truly useful to me.

This is a struggle over the fundamental principles.

Jacob's reasoning is sound; he was not killing indiscriminately, but engaging in normal competition.

But clearly, in the eyes of the Black Emperor, Jacob's actions were a blatant provocation.

There were already very few dukes left in the Second Solomon Empire, and the Tudor Empire wanted to eliminate two of them at once. Moreover, who could possibly hide Jacob's true identity from? Everyone knew that Jacob didn't actually need to collect the 3+1 from the wrong source; it was just an excuse to start a war.

A black, distorted vortex appeared, and the Black Emperor's figure crossed directly from the palace to the border, reaching out to grab Jacob. His power seemed not great, but it seemed to be governed by another order, wanting to make Shael retreat back to the place where Xiu had already fled.

Colorless, flowing flames gathered in his palm, like a hand chop.

Chael executed a magnificent mid-air spin, shattering the invisible order with a single chop.

As the colorless flame in his hand began to die out, a tall figure in a red robe stood in front of Shael, separating him from the furious Solomon.

"Are you going to lay a hand on my duke?"

Before the Black Emperor could question him, the Blood Emperor preemptively spoke.

Huh~

Solomon, the "Black Emperor," was so angry he laughed. His family had one duke dead and one wounded, yet Tudor still had the nerve to turn the tables and accuse him.

"You want war, don't you?"

The black ripples caused the space to vibrate, like a spreading aura. The power of order crossed the border between the two countries and began to forcibly assimilate the internal order of the Tudor Dynasty.

"The Tudor Empire is never afraid of trouble, but it also doesn't provoke trouble."

The "Blood Emperor," true to his background as a lawyer, took shamelessness seriously. A blood-red field spread beneath his feet, and the power of conquest erased the assimilation of order. In the blink of an eye, the two figures were as tall as mountains. The impact was extremely violent; the sheer force was enough to shake mountains. A section of the Hornachis Mountains could not withstand the force and collapsed directly.

The war started somewhat suddenly.

The other dukes of the Tudor Empire arrived a step later.

Mr. "Men" looked at Xia Er and An Banyu with a very subtle expression. Such a big thing, you two should at least have informed them in advance.

"I don't think this is a good time to talk."

Chael grabbed at his chest, and a sticky black shadow struggled. He almost pulled it out, but Antigonus, who was beside him, used his grafting ability to pull it back, causing Mr. Door to be teleported to a distant place.

"I'm leaving."

Amon, who had just arrived, pinched his monocle and looked at the huge, hanging phantom that had appeared. His first thought was to make a run for it.

"How can this be? We are all part of the empire."

Shael extended his left hand, which was covered by a black glove, and successfully grabbed Amon, affecting Amon's teleportation somewhat. "At least you have to make some contribution."

Amon wasn't held back by Shael; he was dragging Shael along as they ran, the endless sea of ​​shadows behind them looking like it was about to devour them.

"I'll give you a chance to challenge your dad?"

Xia'er clung to Amon's robe, being carried along by the angel of time as they ran wildly, while He continued to tempt them.

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