Divine Emperor of Death-Novel



Logan trembled heavily as the soul poison made its way to his body and ran up the meridian connected to his soul sea.

Although the soul poison pill was of the Peak-Level Emperor Grade, it was the apex poison pill he could find in the Grand Beginnings Continent. Its prowess almost reached that of a Level One Immortal, enough to poison his soul to death.

As he decided that he was going to ascend, he knew he could face death, but he never wanted to be captured in the event that he could be used as a weakness. Therefore, like an assassin, he was prepared to die without allowing the enemy to take advantage or get information from him as he hid the poison pill in a contraption in his mouth.

The moment he bit open the contraption and swallowed the poison pill, its essence made its way into his soul sea and corroded his soul. He had even actively circulated it towards his soul essence, and the moment the poison reached, he felt he was hit by lightning as a sharp yet vibrating pain attacked his soul.

But suddenly, something was popped into his mouth. From the size and shape, he could tell that it was a pill. Its essence burst forth, mixing with the poison pill he swallowed.

"This is a Peak-Level Immortal Grade Healing Pill of the highest quality, something this woman had for her favored disciple. It's capable of healing almost any wound to the body and the soul and is capable of purifying many types of poisons as well, a light-attributed pill of the highest value. A pity that it was used on you..."

Accursed Warlock Fraser Herrion's brows twitched as he saw Logan's shoulder regenerate along with his ribs while his limbs also grew at a rapid pace.

He, a malevolent, prideful being, was forced to heal an enemy?

He couldn't help but look away with an amused smile, wondering what else he was going to do in order to finish off this so-called Emperor of Death.

For some reason, his plans continued to keep failing, and this time, his Myria appeared to not even gasp for breath like she would every time he chased her. From this, he came to know why, as it was because of her apparent disciple, the Emperor of Death.

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At first, he couldn't understand, but after the news that the so-called Emperor of Death encountered twelve Paragon Magical Beasts was released, it all made sense. He knew Vile Enchanter Kieran Hartley and Wicked Tamer Jaxon Harrow failed to do anything against him, allowing him to sense that he was something more than he expected and couldn't be taken lightly anymore.

With that established, he also came to a conclusion. The fact that his soul seed in Mystic Diviner Hailac disappeared should also be his doing. Otherwise, he would've noticed as he still had memories of the prior events to be called to the hall to be investigated.

Because of all of this, he knew he had to first get rid of him to reach Myria, but he knew that couldn't be done easily, so he went out of his way to trick his relatives into ascending, only to be healing them.

He couldn't help but feel that it was ironic.

"…!"

Suddenly, he flinched as he noticed something.

In the midst of the forest, the sun rose from the horizon, casting an ethereal glow upon the terrain. Amidst the broken wood shards of the trees, a golden-robed man and woman emerged, their presence emanating an aura of awe-inspiring power. They stood side by side, unwavering, their long white robes fluttering gently in the breeze of dawn, accentuating their martial appearance by a hundred times as they glowed like true immortal deities.

At the man's side was Logan, who seemed to have been somehow pulled by them into their side.

Accursed Warlock Fraser Herrion didn't even know how they eluded his senses or if it happened because he was in his reverie, but nonetheless, he let out a warm smile.

"Ah, a beautiful sword cultivator couple indeed. It's a pity… that I'm going to kill one of you and make the other suffer for your transgressions, so it would help me if one of you could choose who it's going to be."

The golden-robed man didn't seem to pay attention to Accursed Warlock Fraser Herrion's words. Instead, he checked on Logan and confirmed that his life wasn't in jeopardy, only then turning to look at Accursed Warlock Fraser Herrion.

However, he shook his head and lifted Logan with his soul force, and dropped him in a palanquin.

"My apologies, we're late. Take some rest."

He spoke, causing Logan to blink before everyone disappeared from his gaze. He found himself in a prairie while encountering a peaceful breeze, unable to comprehend what had just happened.

"Oh, you think you can escape from me after you absorbed him into your life ring?"

Accursed Warlock Fraser Herrion chuckled, still looking amused as he laughed.

His lips moved as he seemed to utter an incantation, but it was garbled and couldn't be understood.

The sword-cultivator couple narrowed their eyes, finally appearing solemn.

The male cultivator possessed a towering figure and chiseled features, exuding a sense of determination and a hint of a smile that concealed a fierce resolve. His eyes gleamed like the stars, reflecting years of training and battles. A long, sheathed sword hung from his belt, its hilt adorned with intricate carvings symbolizing his lineage and accomplishments, but if he didn't know of its history, they wouldn't understand.

The same could be said about the woman beside him.

She stood with grace and poise, her long raven hair cascading down her shoulders, contrasting sharply against her alabaster skin. Her eyes shone like pools of moonlight, revealing an unwavering loyalty to her partner as she turned to look at him with a faithful gaze.

"Shall I?"

She touched a slender, ornate sword over her waist and pulled out, its blade seemingly forged from moonlight itself, as it emitted a faint, silvery glow.

"Go ahead."

The man uttered with a loving smile, causing the woman to smile behind her golden veil as she returned the silvery sword to her sheathe as though she wouldn't listen to him and even turned her back to the enemy.

Accursed Warlock Fraser Herrion couldn't help but chuckle, "Seriously? Such a laidback couple you are if you think you can take him away from… me… like this…"

At the end of this sentence, he found he was sliding diagonally to the ground. However, only a moment later did he sense that his entire body was sliced into pieces.

The two sword cultivators turned their backs to him and actually left, allowing him to comprehend what had just happened despite him releasing his malediction technique at them.

'Peak Immortal Emperors…'

As he comprehended that his curse was simply cut through and understood the weight of the situation, so did his soul seed as it crumbled, causing him to awaken elsewhere in one of his hundred and eighteen bodies he had successfully managed to possess, finding himself back in the Heaven Gazing Hall as he furiously shivered.