Legend of Dragon Son-in-law - Chapter 1528: 1528 Revenge

Chapter 1528: Chapter 1528 Revenge

“Wait.”

Only then did the gaunt man on the throne realize something was amiss.

As his voice fell, the remaining few immediately halted their attack.

“Over three hundred years ago, a batch of ignorant people came here. But unfortunately, they ended up as puppets, just like these people in front of me.” The gaunt man put away his smile and looked at Julius Reed with a blank expression: “But you, you’re stronger than them.”

“So, do you plan to end your life?” Julius Reed chuckled lightly.

Is this the so-called secret of the Azure Emperor’s ancient tomb?

Immortality?

Eternal life?

Mere illusions.

“No.” The gaunt man chuckled, pointing at his chest: “I can’t die. If I could truly die, I would’ve died long ago. This dungeon, there’s no daylight! I’ve had enough of this life!”

“Do you know what it’s like to be trapped in this chair for thousands of years? Do you know what it’s like to be bound, unable to move at all? Do you know what it’s like to not eat, not drink, suffering from hunger, thirst, cold, yet being unable to die? It’s tormenting!”

The man’s voice was almost a roar!

A rare flush appeared on his pale face.

“You don’t know.” The man shook his head and suddenly smiled: “But now, I want you to know.”

“Sorry, I don’t want to know.” Julius Reed held the Longsword, not rushing to strike.

It seems…

The man before him had lost his freedom of movement and couldn’t leave the throne at all.

From the palace above to this underground cave.

The man remained seated on the throne.

But this throne…

Looked familiar.

Earlier, when Evil Qi invaded his body, Julius Reed was consumed by murderous intent and didn’t notice these details.

Now, as the Evil Qi slowly receded, returning to the Dragon King Ring, he started paying attention to everything before him.

The throne behind the man, whether in design or scale, was identical to Demarco Mount’s chair!

After not sitting for four years, Julius Reed almost forgot.

But Demarco Mount’s chair was extremely comfortable.

The seat was adjusted countless times, no matter how long one sat, it wasn’t tiring.

But this one before him had nothing but an exaggerated appearance.

The seat had nothing on it.

With rigid and cold material, sitting on it for less than half an hour would cause unbearable pain.

“Hmm? Worms?”

Julius Reed squinted, looking at the worms etched on the throne in surprise.

On his own throne, nine dragons encircled!

But this chair replaced the space where dragons soared with worms.

The imposing aura greatly diminished, appearing quite comical.

Who’s this boring?

Messing around intentionally?

How callous.

Th𝒾𝙨 𝗰h𝗮pτ𝗲r 𝗂𝓈 p0𝗌τℯ𝒹 b𝘺 Ҡɩ†𝖾ṅ𝘰𝙫𝑒|

“Worms…” Hearing Julius Reed’s words triggered the man’s sensitive nerves once more: “Worms! Hahaha!”

“Seems before you go mad, I better kill you.” Julius Reed gripped the Longsword, stepping forward.

Bang!

Suddenly!

A loud sound erupted from the ground.

Followed by orderly footsteps.

Julius Reed turned around.

Behind him, hundreds of people who looked just like the man on the throne were slowly approaching.

“See? This is eternal life! This is power! We’ve been trapped in this cave for thousands of years, yet can remain undead and indestructible! Do you want this power?”

The man curled on the throne, spreading his arms, shouted loudly: “Kneel to me, and I’ll grant you this power!”

Very tempting.

For ordinary folks, hard to resist.

But Julius Reed is not only immortal but unbeatable.

“Speak, how do you want to die.” Facing the ferocious monsters before him, his suspicion grew.

What exactly was up with these people?

“Hiss…”

He held his head, feeling some pain.

Like certain memories trying to break through obstructions.

But due to some restriction, these memories couldn’t surface.

“Stop struggling.” The man on the throne seemed pained, trembling as he spoke: “Let me tell you a story, after hearing it, you will become my most loyal servant.”

“It’s been over three hundred years, the last time I told someone a story was over three hundred years ago. Before that, during Emperor Charlotte Grey’s time… Oh yes, what you call the Azure Emperor’s ancient tomb.”

The man chuckled, but with a pained expression.

“Ah…”

He roared with anger, his eyes filled with rage!

Discontent!

And torment.

“So, the matter of the Azure Emperor’s ancient tomb, was it fabricated by you?”

Julius Reed slightly frowned.

“Of course! Apart from us, who else in this world can so thoroughly understand human nature?” The man seemed satisfied, lounging back in his chair smugly: “Look at this magnificent palace, this underground cave over a hundred meters deep, with that ridiculous Emperor Charlotte Grey, could he have created it?”

“As expected, as I suspected.” Julius Reed nodded.

Seeing such a grand structure above, he doubted whether it was Emperor Charlotte Grey’s handiwork.

By human effort alone, it’s challenging to create such a palace within a hundred years.

At that time, Swimming City didn’t have a large population, unable to support the labor gap.

Moreover, such a vast project had no historical documentation upon reviewing historical records.

Very unscientific.

Of course, eternal life is even more unscientific.

“You’re smart. But smart people die fastest. Because they always overestimate themselves and underestimate their opponents.” The man’s eerie smile was spine-chilling.

But Julius Reed didn’t care.

Whether man or ghost, one sword, and all must die!

“You know, the so-called Azure Emperor’s ancient tomb is just a trap I set exploiting human nature. Human beings have greed, which is a weakness, a fatal weakness!”

“A thousand years ago, when Emperor Charlotte Grey accidentally entered here, under the temptation of eternal life, he spread the lie I fabricated. But when he returned, he only faced captivity! Azure Emperor’s ancient tomb? It was merely to lure people here and release us!”

The man tried to stand, but the throne seemed tied to him, leaving him immobile!

“You see, I can’t get out. The poison miasma disappearing every three hundred years, the water pouring down, is merely to trap us.” The man pointed at a ditch not far from him and ordered: “Go.”

Under his command, a pallid, expressionless person walked straight to the ditch and jumped in.

“Fizz…”

“Ah…”

The pool started violently boiling!

Just like frying oil!

The person in the pool screamed brutally!

Such is searing, soul-deep pain!

“Pull him out.”

The man waved, and his subordinates immediately approached the pool, using tools to fish out their companion.

Once out, the person was no longer recognizable.

Their body crimson, curled into a ball, but still alive.

“Once every three hundred years, just to trap us and replenish the pool’s supply with meticulous design.” The man mentioned this person with hate on his face but then relaxed: “Now, finally someone driven by the temptation of eternal life is ready to destroy this mechanism, and I shall regain my freedom!”

“I will take revenge on this world!”