EFB Chapter 441: Emperor Realm Power, The Youngest Emperor?
Chapter 441: Emperor Realm Power, The Youngest Emperor?
Ten thousand meters up in the sky.
The fierce winds cut like knives.
Chu Sheng and Luo Zhan floated side by side above the clouds.
The temperature here was frighteningly low. An ordinary person would be frozen into a popsicle in an instant.
But for these two freaks, this level of cold was nothing at all.
Chu Sheng beat his wings, looking down at the brightly lit defensive line as he silently calculated.
Just now, inside the military tent, he had confirmed the Northern Domain’s current defensive strength with Luo Zhan.
The troops Li Zhantian and the others had brought were elites. Combined with the Northern Domain’s original garrison, their high-end combat power—those at the King and Emperor Realms—could barely contend with the Alien Race’s first wave.
At least they could hold out for a while. If they could just buy some time, they could hold on until more reinforcements arrived.
But the problem was...
The disparity in low-level combat strength!
Among the Low Tier combatants, Human Race warriors below the King Realm couldn’t mobilize the Power of Heaven and Earth on a large scale. As a result, they were inherently weaker than their Alien Race counterparts of the same realm.
Based on the calculation that one War General Level alien could fight two Ninth Grade humans, they were still severely outnumbered.
’What should I do?’
And there was one more crucial thing.
The Emperor Realm reinforcements had not yet arrived.
If the Alien Race had an Emperor Realm expert join the battle and their side didn’t, all their previous arrangements would be meaningless.
Just as the man and the mosquito fell into silence, the atmosphere so oppressive it was suffocating...
Suddenly.
A voice, extremely faint yet seeming to resonate from the depths of their very souls, appeared without any warning.
"This Emperor has arrived."
’Who?!’
Chu Sheng and Luo Zhan were both startled.
Before Chu Sheng could even process what was happening, the scenery before him twisted, as if someone had forcefully cut the scene.
The next second.
The wind and snow were gone.
The cold was gone too.
In their place was a pleasant warmth, and...
The rich aroma of wine, so potent one sniff could make you drunk!
Chu Sheng shook his head and focused his eyes.
He was dumbfounded.
How was this ten thousand meters up in the sky?
This was clearly a quaint little tavern!
Wooden tables and chairs, dim oil lamps, several large wine gourds hanging on the walls, and the faint smell of dregs floating in the air.
It was unbelievably quiet here, a complete opposite of the world outside, which was on the verge of a massive war.
And at a table in the very center.
Sat a man.
The man looked to be in his thirties, wearing a faded blue robe with his hair casually draped over his shoulders.
He wasn’t exceptionally handsome, but his eyes were alarmingly bright.
Most striking was the long scar on his left cheek, running from his brow bone to the corner of his mouth. But instead of making him look fierce, it added an air of world-weariness and rebelliousness.
At this moment, he was holding a large, coarse porcelain bowl, drinking by himself.
"Don’t be afraid."
"This is my Power. It’s called ’Drunken Life, Dreamy Death’."
’Power?!’
’So this is the Power of an Emperor Realm expert? It’s terrifyingly realistic! It looks just like the real world!’
’Has he created his own small world?’
The man glanced at Chu Sheng, who was still hovering in mid-air, and continued speaking with a hint of drunkenness:
"I am the Eighth Great Emperor of Great Xia."
"Feng Wuji."
’Feng Wuji?’
’Uh... Never heard of him.’
Although Chu Sheng was inwardly surprised, he quickly calmed down.
’What’s there to be afraid of?’
’Since I’m here, I’ll make the best of it.’
’Since he’s a Great Emperor of Great Xia, he’s an ally.’
Chu Sheng flapped his wings and flew directly onto the table.
He looked at the large jar filled with wine, its clear liquid exuding an enticing aroma.
Without any hesitation, he flew right in and took a sip with his proboscis.
’Holy crap.’
’The wine is real too?’
’And I can absorb Mental Power from it?’
[Ding! High-purity Mental Power Energy detected!]
[Absorbing...]
[Mental Power +1000]
’Just one tiny sip gave me a thousand points!’
"HAHAHAHAHA!"
Just as Chu Sheng was about to take another sip.
Feng Wuji, who was sitting opposite him, suddenly burst out laughing.
He laughed so hard he was rocking back and forth, as if he had just seen something incredibly amusing.
"Interesting! Truly interesting!"
"You little thing, you’ve got some nerve. Not only are you not afraid after just entering my Power, you even dare to steal my wine?"
Feng Wuji looked at Chu Sheng, his eyes full of interest.
"Based on this courage alone, I believe the stories about you daring to venture deep into the Alien Race Base by yourself!"
As he spoke, he raised his bowl and drained the wine in one gulp.
"Go back and tell Luo Zhan."
"This Emperor will be present for this battle. If an Emperor Realm alien truly appears, this Emperor will personally take action."
The moment his voice fell.
Feng Wuji waved his large sleeve.
"Go!"
Chu Sheng felt an irresistible, gentle force envelop him. The scene before his eyes began to blur rapidly, and that feeling of being expelled from the world washed over him again.
’Hey, hey, hey!’
’Don’t be in such a hurry!’
’Let me have a couple more sips! It’s such a big jar!’
Chu Sheng buzzed frantically in his panic.
In the final moment before his body completely disappeared.
He fiercely focused his will.
’Lifebound Space, collect!’
...
Inside the Power, "Drunken Life, Dreamy Death."
Feng Wuji took another sip of wine. Suddenly, he froze, and then spat out the mouthful of wine he had just taken.
He stared at the table, the lazy expression on his face replaced by utter shock.
The jar of wine on the table was gone?!
That mosquito could actually take things out of his Power.
’This... this is impossible!!!’
...
「Above the Northern Domain, the wind bit to the bone.」
Chu Sheng reappeared.
Beside him, Luo Zhan was looking at him with an anxious expression.
Chu Sheng had suddenly vanished without a trace, which had given him a fright. Now he had just as suddenly reappeared, and he smelled faintly of... wine?
"What happened?"
Luo Zhan asked urgently, "Did a Great Emperor just arrive?"
Chu Sheng looked at Luo Zhan and nodded.
"Bzzz bzzz."
Luo Zhan let out a long sigh of relief, the heavy weight on his heart finally lifting halfway.
"Which Great Emperor was it?"
Luo Zhan asked again.
Without an order from the Military Department’s central command, an Emperor Realm expert had actually been willing to believe him and come personally!
’But... since he came, why did he only meet with a mosquito instead of me, the commander?’
Chu Sheng flew into Luo Zhan’s open palm and clumsily traced out a single character.
"Feng?"
Luo Zhan’s pupils contracted violently, and an expression of utter shock appeared on his face.
"Feng... Feng Wuji?!"
"The youngest titled Great Emperor?!"
’This master is notoriously unconventional; rumor has it he doesn’t even give face to the head of the Military Department.’
’No wonder.’
’He was the least likely to come, but also the most likely.’
’Because everything depended on his mood.’
Meanwhile.
Beside him,
Chu Sheng watched Luo Zhan’s excited expression and muttered to himself inwardly:
’The youngest?’
’Hmph.’
’Maybe for now, but in a few years... perhaps not even that long... that title will belong to his Little Master... Gu Yuexi!’
Just as the man and the mosquito were lost in their own thoughts,
Suddenly.
"RUMBLE—!!!"
A tremor, more violent than any before it, emanated from the dark void.
Even the surrounding air trembled.
Chu Sheng and Luo Zhan simultaneously looked up at the pitch-black night sky.
Right where the demonic eye had previously closed,
Pitch-black cracks began to spread frantically across the sky.
The demonic eye had opened!
The Alien Race’s invasion had begun!