Babel Novel
Making 830
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of thousands of masters launched a collective assault on the palace.
But before they could even reach it, a dazzling light burst forth, and a light are sent all the masters flying.
Watching the masters scatter across the sky like autumn leaves in a whirlwind.
The imperial preceptor and all the ministers and generals in a state of chaos.
Good heavens, how could this be possible?
What was this sudden light are that erupted from the palace?
Why had they never seen it before?
Tens of thousands of masters, now in complete disarray?
The masters, thrown by the palace’s powerful Cosmic Star Formation, were like leaves in the wind, finally crashing down into the streets and alleys of Fensville.
The thudding sounds were incessant.
It was as if there was a rain of people in the sky.
The ground cracked, and many houses on the street were smashed into big holes.
Clouds of dust rose continuously
Then, amidst the clamor, every household opened their doors and windows.
But seeing the cultivators and ironclad warriors scattered in the streets, unable to move, whining and groaning.
They quickly shut their windows, afraid of getting dragged into trouble, not daring to show themselves again.
It was clear to the citizens of Fensville that something significant was happening tonight.
They were ordinary folks who only wanted to protect their lives and live in peace.
They had no desire to get involved in a rebellion that could cost them their lives, knowing well that no one would come to their rescue.
Above in the sky, the imperial preceptor, the rebellious ministers, and generals saw their tens of thousands of forces rendered powerless by the sudden light are from the palace, utterly unable to fight.
Their faces turned ashen, looking as if they were constipated, the ugliness of their situation unspeakabler
“What do we do now, imperial preceptor?” the ministers and generals asked in panic, turning to him for guidance.
A glint flickered in the imperial preceptor’s eyes, revealing the turmoil within him as he pondered over a strategy.
as now out of the question. The masters were utterly defeated, and another assault on the palace was
But to retreat now, after coming so close to victory, was an unbearable thought for the imperial preceptor.
Just one more push into the palace, the death of Emperor Huston, and he would be the new master of the Golden Tower Empire.
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With a fierce glint in his eyes, the imperial preceptor turned to the ministers and generals and said, “Though our army and masters have failed in their attack.
“However, if we were to give up just like that, there might not be such a good opportunity in the future.
“My lords, join me in one final push into the palace. Once we eliminate that dog emperor, the empire will be ours to command. I assure you, your loyalty will be handsomely rewarded.”
Hearing the Imperial Preceptor’s words, the eyes of all the ministers and generals lit up with fanaticism.
They dreamed of basking in glory as the imperial preceptor’s trusted officials, perhaps even being crowned as kings.
Their ambition grew wild, blinding them to the fact that their vast army of masters had been routed.
Together, they assured the imperial preceptor, “We are ready to follow you into the palace, to take down that dog Emperor Huston
“Excellent! With your loyalty, we are sure to etch our names in history. Let us strike!” With the imperial preceptor’s eyes blazing and an imposing aura.
Then, the imperial preceptor burst forth with his formidable emperor level energy.
A majestic, purple–golden emperor level energy enveloped him flaring like an inferno, radiating a sky–high dominion.
An invisible pressure instantly pressed down on the imperial palace.
Under the amazing energy of the emperor level energy that erupted from the Imperial Preceptor, the sky kept trembling, as if the world was about to collapse.
Then, the Imperial Preceptor’s whole body, like a shocking meteor, bombarded the dazzling Imperial Palace below with the light are.
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At the same time, their confidence was greatly boosted!
The imperial preceptor was an intermediate emperor level power. How could he not be able to breach the palace?
The Imperial Preceptor would definitely win.
The imperial preceptor was destined to be the new emperor of the Golden Tower Empire.
Thus, they unleashed all their cultivator prowess, following the imperial preceptor in a concerted attack on the palace.
But history repeated itself.
With the eruption of the amazing emperor level energy, the Imperial Preceptor, as well as the ministers and generals, attacked the Imperial Palace and approached the light curtain of the Cosmic Star Formation.
The next moment, there was a loud bang, and then the Imperial Preceptor, ministers, and generals seemed to have been struck by a hundred thousand low–pressure electricity.
Their bodies glowed and convulsed.
In their pig–killing screams, they were all sent flying by the power of the formation of the Cosmic Star Formation without exception
The group, two or three dozen strong, spun through the air as they were catapulted across the sky
In the end, they fell to the ground one after another in the arcs.
Some shattered the streets, some smashed down houses.
Without exception, all were gravely injured
Unlike the earlier assault on the palace by the tens of thousands of the army’s masters, who though badly injured at least retained their dignified appearance.
As for the imperial preceptor and others. Their hair stood on end, smoking at the tips, and their faces were as black as the bottom of a pot, their clothes in tatters, making them look no beber than
beggars.
Not only was he in a sorry state.
They were also rolling their eyes back, foaming at the mouth as if poisoned by food, limbs twitching, bodies stiffening intermittently, as if they were on the brink of death.
It was then that the imperial preceptor saw, under the moonlit sky, a flock of people flying towards them.
Over a thousand strong, most clad in iron armor.
Then the Imperial Preceptor recognized that among the armored warriors were Princess Amy, General Yacouba, and Gilmore.
The imperial preceptor felt as if he had plunged into the deepest pits of hell.
He immediately realized that it must be Princess Amy and her company returning from the Ice Mountains.
And with Amy and the others return, the imperial preceptor’s failed attempt to usurp the throne of the Golden Tower Empire would likely lead him down a path with only death at its end.
A flash of regret flickered in the imperial preceptor’s eyes
He then pulled out a jade slip from his storage ring
Then, seriously injured, he injected the last wisp of core energy into the jade slip.
The jade slip suddenly lit up with a soft light.
The jade slip emitted light, making Imperial Preceptor’s face indescribably pale.
In a low voice, the imperial preceptor spoke to the jade slip, “My sacred master, your servant Levi has failed in his mission at the Golden Tower Empire.
“He couldn’t escape death and felt sorry for the Master.
“Please send someone else to complete my plan, Master.
“I bid you farewell, Master. I hope master can get out of the cold Sunsbury as soon as possible and take control of the world.”
Then, the core energy in the Imperial Preceptor’s hand disappeared.
The light on the jade slip also dissipated.
With a crack, the jade slip in the Imperial Preceptor’s hand broke into pieces and fell to the ground.
A look of sorrow swirled in the imperial preceptor’s eyes as he murmured, “I never imagined that the plan I meticulously orchestrated over the years would crumble to dust.
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“This defeat. I cannot accept it.
Swoosh, swoosh, swoosh!
And just as the light dimmed, Gilmore, Princess Amy, General Yacouba, and over a thousand iron– clad warriors descended upon the streets of Fensville, right where the imperial preceptor stood.