Monsters Are Coming-Chapter 1162 - 310: Treasure Hunt in the Ruins, Former Overlord

The General remained silent, the scene shifted to the outside of the mausoleum, where members of the Mingwu Clan fell one by one, turning into mist that encircled the island.

The Emperor slowly raised his hand, his withered fingertips touched the General's shoulder armor.

"Go back, take my place, and do not return henceforth."

Upon hearing these words, the one called the General abruptly knelt on one knee, his knee thudding heavily against the ground, his helmet lowered almost to the ground.

His voice was as if ground by sand and gravel, hoarse and trembling:

"Your Majesty, I... am powerless, unable to save you."

As he spoke, he suddenly clenched his fist, joints making unbearable creaking sounds under the Iron Armor, narrating the tragic end of this battle.

The voice grew increasingly faint in the telling, eventually almost turning into a beast-like whimper.

"I have failed your trust... unfit to inherit anything."

The Emperor's hand trembled slightly, wanting to say something more but instead began to cough violently, dark blue froth oozing from the corner of his mouth.

The General hurriedly looked up, but saw the Emperor shaking his head, a trace of calmness appearing on his withered face:

"No need for this, the path was chosen by us, a loss is a loss." Saying so, the Emperor sighed deeply:

"The ending was anticipated long before coming, this world we have seen... is not very beautiful, and I have merely reached the anticipated end."

"I am unwilling, I want to save the Mingwu Clan."

The Emperor's voice was as light as a sigh:

"The Mingwu Clan... never needed anyone to save them, our tribe has existed for three thousand years, gathering and scattering with Impermanence, going with the flow, why be bound in the cage of redemption and revival?"

The General's armor clanged:

"The people of the Hometown World are still waiting for your return."

"Waiting for a ruler?" The Emperor's withered fingers brushed the Crystal Coffin, speaking in a hoarse voice:

"We mistakenly took continuation as a mission but forgot the endpoint of racial continuation is Withering, how many races can truly be Eternal and Immortal?"

"We were never defeated by any enemy, just tired of endless wars."

After speaking, the Emperor's breath grew ever weaker.

He took one last look at the General standing in front of him:

"Living and dying in a day, only then does one see the stars."

The Emperor then closed his eyes.

The General stood before the Crystal Coffin, his face full of Suffering.

He knew at the last moment, the Emperor grew tired of everything and abandoned Mingwu Clan's future.

This is why the Emperor said, upon returning, never to come back again.

The Emperor wished him to abandon expeditions, abandon ambitions to ascend to the World Summit of Monster World, to return to the simplicity of the Hometown World.

The General reached out to slowly close the lid of the coffin, forever sealing the Emperor's body.

Then staggered back a few steps, once more kneeling on the ground, deeply bowing toward the suspended coffin.

"Your Majesty, you have grown tired, but I have not."

"You say Mingwu Clan does not need saving, but if even the last hope is abandoned, we are no different than scattered dust; you negate our previous struggle."

"Here in Monster World, anything is possible, I will surely find a way to defeat the Wangyu Clan, seize their Rule, and then bring you back."

Light and shadow images rapidly advanced and time swiftly passed.

A figure returned through spatial coordinates, it was the departed General.

In the image, his armor was shattered miserably, half his body being constantly eroded by some Strength, appearing dark purple.

In his hand, he clutched a flickering light emblem, tremblingly pushed open the Crystal Coffin, then closed the coffin, next kneeling with one knee before the coffin, looking up at the suspended Crystal Coffin:

"Your Majesty... I have returned."

His voice was hoarse and Shattering, with every word, dark, murky purple blood oozed from the corner of his mouth, his gaze also turned lost:

"Perhaps you are right, we are ultimately just mist, why hold too deep a fixation."

In the final moment, just like the first time he swore allegiance to the Emperor, he placed his left hand on his right chest:

"Living and dying in a day, only then does one see the stars, subordinates shall guard the mausoleum for you."

After speaking, his breath ceased.

Retrospection shattered light and shadow, all returned to reality.

The Crystal Coffin remained suspended, the General's skeleton still maintained a kneeling posture.

"Alas, in Monster World although anything is possible, obtaining what you want isn't as easy as you think."

Seeing the end times of the Mingwu Clan's scene, the Explorer couldn't help but shake his head.

It can be confirmed that the General ultimately failed.

But what he was curious about was what exactly the General placed in the Crystal Coffin at the end.

Also, why does this Crystal Coffin continue to release Energy into the ground under the perception of the Eagle-headed Demon, why is this?

Driven by curiosity, he summoning the Flying Skateboard in the live broadcast room for player's urging took off.

The coffin lid, which the General could easily push open, yet he exerted all his Strength to barely push.

Suddenly exerting force, the coffin lid slowly slid open amidst the piercing friction sound.

In an instant, light burst forth.

The Explorer stretched his head to look, only to see the Emperor's withered forehead, hovering with a prism-like emblem, the whole body circulating dark blue light patterns, like a compressed star river.

Upon contact with the outside air momentarily, the emblem suddenly trembled violently, bursting forth with brilliant light.

The entire island suddenly roared.

The earth cracked, the dense mist surrounding Mist Conceal Island like summoned thousands of troops, howling as it rushed toward the mausoleum.

In the mist emerged countless vague figures, they were the ghosts of the Mingwu Clan, cloaked in tattered battle armor, wielding rusted blades, hollow eye sockets igniting a ghostly blue soul fire.

"Clatter."

Beside the Crystal Coffin, the General's skeleton suddenly moved.

In the Explorer's dumbfounded expression, he slowly raised his head, dark blue mist light seeping from the gaps in the Armor, the decayed cloak automatically fluttering without wind.